Chapter 4: Sneaking Out In Plain Sight
"Now you're one of us
The Spotlight Is On."
Chelsea's POV
"So we'll only be shooting for a few hours today…you should be done by six." The assistant was explaining my schedule.
I rolled my eyes. I'll be glad when all this filming is over. Truth be told, I almost didn't do this movie. But my agent, Sylvia, pushed me to do it. Just like she pushes me to do everything else. What if I'm getting tired of making movies? What if I'm getting tired of doing the photo shoots, awards shows, appearances, and everything else? What if I want to just be normal? Be a normal kid and hang out with my friends, talk on the phone, and go to the mall…without causing a riot every time I step out of the house or decide to make a move. I made up my mind. This was the last movie I was doing for a while, if not forever. I'm so sick of all this. I'm sick of living my life in the Spotlight, having my every move and word analyzed and ridiculed. I want to be normal, and that's what I'm going to do. This was it.
I can't believe I let her talk me into doing another movie with this guy.
Taylor Lautner.
Did you see me vomit in my mouth?
What a hotdog. Honestly, the entire time he's been flirting with me. It's so annoying. I wish I could just come out and tell him, I'm not interested. Not now, not ever, not even if the world was about to end. And the fact that Sylvia booked us in the same hotel with him is absolutely ridiculous. The rumors are already flying about us being an "item". Now I know I'm going to spend as little time there as possible. The only reason I even agreed to do this movie was because of the filming location.
La Push.
It even sounds beautiful, doesn't it? A place that has excited me since I was a child, it seemed so wonderful and beautiful in the pictures. But I've never gotten to visit, my schedule was always too busy. My father made Sylvia make sure of that. That all of my life, I never once got to vacation the one place I really wanted to. So you can probably guess, when I got older I realized…what is he hiding from me? What is he trying to keep me away from? So naturally I jumped at the chance to come here. I just feel drawn here, I feel at home. It's really inviting to me, you know? Like it's where I'm supposed to be. Like I belong here. I have so much I want to learn while I'm in La Push.
"Chelsea! Are you even paying attention to her?" Sylvia yelled at me while covering her cell phone. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, sometimes I could not stand that woman. She was way too uptight to be just 25.
"Okay, Ms. Savage it's time to go." The assistant left the trailer first, followed by Black and Brown, my body guards. Then myself, and Sylvia followed behind me shutting the door.
I heard the screaming but I hadn't looked up yet, I had a history of being clumsy and falling down stairs. Even in sneakers. When I finally made it I looked up and waved at the fans, they made me feel better. My crappy mood instantly vanished when I looked in their faces, I wondered if I had time to go sign autographs. Then it happened.
First of all I noticed the most peculiar thing…the entire front line of the fans at the barricade were tall, built, and shirtless apart from the girl. All of them had tan skin, and dark hair. I knew they had to be natives. But why were they shirtless? It felt a little chilly today even though the sun was out, everyone else had on sleeves. And they all wore cut off jeans. Loosely hanging cut off jeans. Even the girl wore them. And then I noticed…not all of them were shirtless. One of them had on a white t-shirt, he looked to be almost the tallest from where I was standing. But I was so far away. I looked at his face, and saw the way he was looking at me. It was different. I mean, I was used to people looking at me…all the time, 24-7, but…this look was different.
I felt my smile fade, this look was so strange. It scared me a little. Maybe because…it was his eyes. Although he was really far away, there was something about his eyes…I could feel it. That's what was scaring me. His gaze was really intense. I felt something when I looked at him. Something strong, but the fact that was making me anxious was that I had no clue of what it was. What was it? Why was he looking at me this way? And why did I want to talk to him so badly?
Sylvia snapped me out of this trance when she pulled me towards the beach, and I tried to block this event from my mind. But I couldn't. All day. No matter how hard I tried, the strange native boy's eyes were burned into my mind. Staring at me with that intense same expression, the one I could not figure out.
I got back to my hotel room glad that the day was nearly over. Ugh, today I had to kiss him. And then he invited me to dinner at the restaurant we were staying at, and I had to quickly come up with a lie to get out of it. I told him I felt tired, and he said maybe next time.
Yeah, or maybe never.
This hotel wasn't bad though, it was in Port Angeles. It wasn't big enough because I still felt to close to him. Don't get me wrong, it was nice, but I would've like to stay somewhere in La Push somehow. That would've been much better. As soon as Sylvia left my room for the night, I put my plan into action.
I logged onto my laptop, and found the information I needed. I wrote it down then stuck it in my pocket, wondering where I left my black hoodie.
I pulled it on and felt the adrenaline pumping through my system, this was the first time I'd ever tried to sneak out. I felt anxiety and excitement all rolled into one, and it was a little nerve-racking. I peeked out my door first, and saw that Black and Brown were nowhere in sight. Perfect. I took the elevator down to the lobby of the hotel and saw it was where the security guards were stationed, so I pulled my hood up and ran into the bathrooms.
Just my luck, there was a woman in there with her little kids. A little girl, and a little boy. I pretended to wash my hands, and then I left the bathroom inconspicuously with them. When the little boy couldn't push the door open I helped him, then took his hand and exited the hotel with them. No one suspected a thing, no one gave me a second look. We looked like a normal, regular, average family. When we got outside the woman thanked me for helping her, then they went to their minivan.
I waved down a cab, and had them take me to the address I wrote down.
This was our first glance into Chelsea's Point Of View. So what did you guys think??? I know it was short...please review!
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