I wanna point out that the last chapter was 8, NOT 9. I fucked up, sorry. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It's longer then normal, it's confusing, I know. it probably sucks. For those of you who are subscribed to my youtube, you probably know that I'm very upset lately. Thanks to AccioWazlib for the idea in this chapter. ALSO - REVIEWS MAKE ME WRITE FASTER! So keep them coming!

C-H-A-P-T-E-R-9

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell"

"Victorious stars Liz Gillies and Avan Jogia have been dating for almsot three weeks now," the TV rang out. Liz dropped her purse and keys and looked on straight to the tv. "An inside source tells all."

Inside source? Millions of thoughts ran through Liz's head. No one she knew personally would tell on them... she thought. Ariana had seen mad, sure, but she wasn't that extreme. Leon was the no-poparazzi at all type, Avan most certainly didn't EVER. Victoria knew rumors would swirl when she told, and Matt was too out of it to ever think about doing something like that.

Her phone rang and she picked it up. "What the hell?"

Avan's angry voice rang out on the other side, and she simply flipped her hair to the side and pretended to listen to his angry rage. He just kept going, and though she supported his belief's, she just didn't wanna hear him flipping out.

"I'll see ya soon, I promise. Now, Let me go. I'm heading down to old shcool Hollywood for shopping, okay? We'll catch up later. Bye, Love."

The sky started to darken as the sun went down. Liz just wanted to get the heck out of here, do some shopping. She needed some cute for that new movie showing, but nothing to fancy. A skirt maybe?

She exited out to her car and couldn't wait to head off for shopping.

xxx

It was getting late, but old school Hollywood was an amazing place to be. The streets weren't that crowded, and numerous celebrities hid under scarf-wraps and giant sunglasses. Poparazzi usually didn't hang around the area, there we're no big clubs or party houses.

Liz enjoyed the area because there was a little run down "hole in the wall" vegan coffee shop. She'd always go there for one of their delicious fruit salads, and sometimes a cookie or two on her way out. She'd never taken Avan there, didn't plan to.

Next to her coffee shop was a nice boutique. The stylist who ran it knew her well, and whenever Liz showed up, the stylist would drop whatever he was doing and throw together some beautiful outfits. She couldn't wait to go there.

"Look who it is, the future Miss Jogia," he ushered her in, spinning her around. "I get to pick your wedding dress, right?"

Liz laughed, fixing her hair in the mirror near by.

"Well, of course," she laughed, smiling into her stylists eyes. They were warm, like Avan's, but no where near as loving. "But we've only been dating for a little while!"

"Well, then."

The stylist rumaged his hand through his hair. "What do you need today?"

"Oh... uhmm..." Liz stuttered. "Mind if I look on my own?"

"My pleasure," he smiled, and scurried away.

xxx

Liz left the shop with bags in hand. It was dark outside, and 'old school' hollywood didn't have any street lights. She could barely see, and it was bad that it wasn't the best area to be caught in at night. During the day, it was a busy, friendly place, but during the night poparazzi spread over the area in big gangs, carrying more then just there cameras. They'd do anything for a picture.

She stumbled along the road, praying that nothing happened to her. Her phone was about to die, she just needed to find where she was going, cross the street, make a left, and she'd be at the parking garage where she left her car.

"Hey, Miss."

"Fuck," she mumbled to herself.

"Where you goin?" the poparazzi asked. "You know what I am."

"Yeah..."

"You Elizabit Gillie right? Datin that weird dude? o screen chemitry?"

His accent was hard to come by, and Liz had to think hard about what he was saying.

"I need t'get some pic. You up for't?"

"Listen, Avan's waiting for me, and I really need to get there," she smiled, politely. "How about you take a picture of me waving, I'll sign you an autograph, and we'll be on our ways?"

"How 'bout we do tis my way," he smiled creepily. That's when Liz noticed the light that had been far off behind him flicked off. They had been recording her, and they weren't gonna record whatever happened next.

"Don't touch me," she squealed. "Don't."

"But you go in love what I git."

He shoved Liz up against the wall, where she banged her head, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Run!"