A/N: Hey! Enjoy this chapter. Sorry for the extreme lack of updates! Hehe…

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Chapter Three

I sat down at the table with my tall Java Bean frap and took a sip as Mitch smiled at me.

"What?" I laughed.

"Nothing," he looked away, blushing as he rubbed the back of his neck.

We talked for about an hour, even after having finished our drinks. He learned some stuff about my past, and I about his. I was really starting to like him.

"This was lovely," Mitch said, "I'd love to do this again sometime."

"Me too," I smiled shyly.

"Let's head out," he said, throwing his cup away, "It's already pretty late."

"Yeah," I replied, tossing my drink in the trash can, "I've got to be up at eight for my first signing session."

"I've gotta be up at seven-thirty for the opening ceremony," Mitch groaned.

We headed out of Starbucks, crossing the street between it and the hotel. Mitch held the door for me as we walked into the lobby.

"Thank you, kind sir," I said, walking towards the elevators. I pressed the button and we got into the open one.

"No problem, my lady," he said in his Posh accent.

I pressed the 6 tile and we went zooming upwards. About twenty seconds of peaceful silence later, we stopped on our floor.

"So what are you doing tomorrow afternoon?" Mitch asked me as we walked to our rooms.

"I have panels and events until 11:30, but after that I'm free until 2," I said, "Are we still on for lunch?"

"Of course," he said, "12:30? I'll meet you outside the convention center."

"Sounds great," I replied, opening my door, "Goodnight Mitch."

"Night Kaley," he said, smiling as he shut his door.

I shut mine also, sighing as I headed over to my suitcase. I quickly changed into grey sweatpants and a green tank-top before flying into bed, passing out quickly.

My pre-set alarm began to blare. I grabbed my phone from the bed-side table and hit the 'off' button as I rose out of bed.

I quickly showered, brushed my hair, changed out my earrings, and grabbed some new clothes.

I put on my white combat boots with white-washed skinny jeans and a dark gray scoop-neck shirt. I threw a white zip-up jacket over that, leaving it unfastened. I grabbed my phone, room key and wallet, stuffing all those things in my pocket. I snatched three sharpies from my suitcase before heading out of my door at just before seven fifty-five.

I made good time- I was at the convention center by eight fifteen. Early- my panel didn't start until eight thirty.

I went and got my access pass from one of the guards before trying to find my way to wherever my signing session was going to be. I walked down a long line of booths, decorated in various YouTuber's signature colors. A few minutes later I found my booth, right next to – you guessed it, the BajanCanadian. Mitch wasn't at his booth, as he was doing the opening ceremony.

I quickly unpacked all my merchandise from the boxes I had shipped here beforehand, laying it all out on the plastic table as people slowly started flooding into the hall. I sat down in my fold-away chair, fixing my hair once more before the first people began lining up.

"Hi! I'm a huge fan! I love your videos!" a girl about the age of 10 said from the front of the line.

A smile spreading onto my face, I replied, "Thanks so much! It means a lot."

"Can you sign this, please?" she asked, putting down one of my signature jackets.

"Sure!" I said, uncapping a silver sharpie. I signed my name in the bottom left corner of the hem.

"Thank you!" she said, trotting off.

"Hey gorgeous," the next person, a boy probably in his teen years, said with a horrible smirk.

"Excuse me?" I said, my expression hardening.

"So, how about we get some lunch together today? 12:30, my treat," he said, leaning on the table.

"No," I said flatly, "I already have a lunch date."

"Cancel," he replied dully.

"Not going to cancel on someone I actually like for someone I strongly dislike," I said coldly, "Now do you have something for me to sign? If not, please get out of this line."

"What line?" he said, looking behind him. All my fans had scattered. Why?

"Leave, now, or I'll call security over," I said uneasily. No one was even gathered around this section of booths anymore, they had all moved down to the next one.

"You're coming with me," he walked behind the table, over to me. He grabbed my arm roughly, yanking me out of the booth.

"Not so fast, jackass," I said, kicking his shin. As he doubled over in pain, I kneed him in the nose, pushing him off of me. He grabbed his nose, face enraged. He lunged at me, but I elbowed him in the gut. That didn't stop him, as he barreled right into me and knocked me over. I cried out in pain as my head slammed against the tile floor, catching some peoples' attention.

"Kaley!" a familiar voice yelled, and I glimpsed a red and black hoodie out of the corner of my eye.

"Shit," the man growled, kicking my ribs one last time before sprinting away behind the booths.

"Oh my god, Kaley, are you okay?" Mitch asked, running over to me.

Black spots clouding my vision, I nodded, "I think so."

"You don't look okay," he said, concern displayed on his face, "You're coming with me."

"No, no, you've got fans waiting for you…I think I'll go clean myself up in the bathroom," I said as he helped me to my feet. The world began to spin and I leaned on Mitch's shoulder, pain shooting throughout me. My ribs were on fire and it hurt like hell to take a breath in.

"Not a chance I'm letting you leave like this," Mitch laughed, "Let's get you an ice pack for your head, and then you can sit with me at my booth for the rest of the day."

"Thanks for the offer, but I also have fans waiting on me," I said, a bit regretfully.

"They can come to my booth. It's right next to yours. You might have a concussion or something," he said, "Who did this to you anyway?"

"Okay," I shrugged, "And I don't know, some fan came up to me. He asked me to go out to lunch with him, I declined. Everyone at my booth left for some reason, and then he grabbed me. I fought him off for a bit but he knocked me over. He ran when he saw you, though."

"Oh jeez," Mitch said, "Okay, let's go see about that ice pack."

He sat me down in his chair at his booth as he got an ice pack from a security guard. He gave it to me and I held it to the back of my head, where I had been hit. The world had stopped spinning but my ribs still hurt like hell.

"Do you think your ribs are broken?" Mitch asked, crouching down beside me.

"Maybe," I said, "Hopefully not."

"Do you mind if I take a look? My brother has broken a few of his ribs and I know what it looks like."

"Sure," I said.

He pulled up the corner of my shirt, on the side I had been kicked on.

"It's green and yellow and purple and blue," he said, "Definitely at least fractured. I'm taking you to urgent care later today."

"You're not my mom!" I laughed, "I can take myself."

"But I'm taking you anyways," he said, "Because your insurance isn't under effect in the U.S, and you don't have the money to pay for an x-ray."

"How do you know that?" I said, a bit stubborn-like.

He just raised his eyebrows doubtfully.

"Fine!" I exclaimed, "I don't. But I'm not making you pay for my x-ray."

"You're not making me, I am choosing to!" he said, "When Jerome broke his wrist last year, I paid for the medical bills because he was in the process of transferring insurances. When my friends get hurt, I don't let them go without medical attention."

"Good-guy Mitch, I see," I joked.

He grinned cockily before a few fans started heading over to his booth. He stood back up straight.

He stuck his head out of the booth, yelling, "All of AlpacaPlaysMC's fans can come to my booth to meet her!"

Some of my fans started to head over.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of blonde hair. The fan that had beaten me up was standing behind my booth, glaring at me. I met his gaze for a second before he disappeared.

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A/N: Didn't see that coming, did ya? Nope! Hah.