Chapter 2

As you may of already guessed, journalism club after school was hectic. Everything was just going by so fast.

We were only in our junior year, making it a bit worse I guess. No senior would talk to junior.

But, we had all agreed to be like reporters, professional and classy. He would be joining the school this Thursday once he was done with his actor tour thing. Apparently, it's just going around the world getting interviewed and walking on red carpets.

Al, a guy in our group, agreed to go on the run to pass out the last bits of last week's' paper. No one like passing out old papers as it was. Too boring, and it was kind of embarrassing trying to get rid of the leftover newspapers no one wanted. Yet, we didn't want to waste any paper, so we had to at least try.

In the meantime, Christina and I both packed our agenda with random stuff about Four, like how we needed to get his schedule, and find some time in our day to interview him. It was kind of funny talking about this. We sounded like obsessive fan girls who couldn't pry our eyes off his masculinity.

Christina snaps her fingers. "He is a private guy. A little two private. We need someone… something like… Spies! That's it! We need people to spy on him. Get the juicy stuff." She wiggles her eyebrows.

"Christina," I warn, "there is a certain name for those people. Its called stalk-"

"It doesn't matter whats its called!" She waved her hand. "Don't you understand how big this is, Tris? Ever since today started, everything has been, like, a rush of electricity and excitement!We need to do this, Tris! It feels so right!"

I eye her. "Ok, ok. I agree. But don't you think that maybe we take it a bit too far if we stalk him? Poor kid probably gets chased by the paparazzi all the freakin' time."

"We are not going to, like, him getting changed or go to the bathroom. Just try to find his hobbies, activities, weird fetishes-"

"Weird fetishes?" I laugh.

She grins. "Yea. We have to make this paper the best, no exceptions, and no extra. Maybe we will get invited to the senior parties."

Christina always tried every year to get invited to those parties. They were for cool kids in any wear of high school, and anyone important. I had a feeling that Four would have no trouble at all getting invited to one of those parties.

"Senior parties? Is that all? What about the perks of being awesome?"

"Yea." She grins. "I will be a journalist writing for The New York Times, and you will be a famous author by day, writer by night." Christina pokes my side. She knew my weird habit of not being able to go to bed without writing at least 3 or 4 chapters.

I shrug, and Christina laughs, and throws her arm around my shoulders.

I invited Christina over to come and watch a movie with Four in it. It was a romantic movie, and apparently had a lot of good ratings.

Christina was busy, though, so I was alone at home. I curled onto the couch, mashing myself against the couch cushions. Once I was comfortable with my bag of chips at an arm's reach, I played the movie.

It was cheesy, and stupid. I wonder why It got so many good ratings.

Then Four came on screen.

And now I understood.

He was handsome, like a greek god that you read about in history. The muscles in his arms were defined and well toned, and his shirt clung to his skin, as if the producers wanted to show his off. He wasn't exactly buff, yet really strong. He was stunning, and the camera made his blue eyes pop. I felt something warm in my chest.

The movie was about Four and this girl falling in love. The girl was some stupid blonde. I'm blonde headed as well, and I am not saying that girls with blonde hair are stupid, but dang, this one seemed to express her stupidity.

In the end, they ended up realizing how in love they were at a party, and kissed without any hesitation. It was gross, and slobbery, and they ended up hooking up in a bedroom which was miraculously upstairs. The blonde head ripped off Fours shirt, and I noticed the define muscles, the abs, everything. I kind of understood why people had an urge to sleep with him.

I curse myself out for that dirty thought, and fast forwarded the movie so I didn't have to watch the disgusting scene.

Once the movie ended, the credits rolled. The blonde girl's name in real life was Andrea something. I grunted and shut off the screen, making me alone in complete darkness.

I sigh, and trudge to bed. My eyelids feel droopy, and slobber threatens to make an appearance.

I already wrote the beginning of Four aka Tobias Eaton. We all agreed that could be the title of our article until something better popped up. I sat down a at the desk, encouraged to write a bit more, and ended up with:

Four, or Tobias Eaton, whatever you fancy. This superstar is well known across the globe, acting in various movies and...

I looked at the sentence. Good way to start, I guess.

I flopped onto my bed, and buried myself in my bed sheets. I thought of Four, and his life. How easy would it be to find out about him? How hard?

I wonder what could be possibly wrong about his life that he'd keep away from the press. His life seemed perfect, almost too perfect.

I wonder if he also had a love interest, or a hot girlfriend. Maybe he dated that one girl from the movie he was in, or something. That could be a skyrocketing story. No way that wouldn't go viral, right?

Something clutched me in the stomach. Almost pity. I realized that I felt bad for Four. Always getting chased around by people, and having to push his secret farther and farther. I have never really bothered to notice him, or even really search him up. I wasn't obsessed by him like some girls were. So why was I know worrying?

I rock myself back and forth, until I fall asleep.

I told Christina all about the movie Four was in, telling her everything important. She reviles that she, herself, had been researching him, apparently finding 'juicy details' that she told me she'd save for later.

Tomorrow was the very waited upon day that Four would arrive. People were planning it out. Apparently, the principle allowed them to make a banner so big and long that hanged down from the roof. On it said, 'WE LOVE YOU FOUR!', in big, bubble letters and bright colors that hurt my eyes. The sight made me smirk. Oh yea, Four would absolutely love that.

Along with all those fan girls making random junk, some boys on the football team apparently heard that he was a football player himself, and decided to try to recruit him as their new quarterback. They even made his jersey already, even if he did decline. I'm guessing you know what number they gave him.

There was the yearbook committee preparing to harass him with pictures, acting classes waiting for him to teach them, hot girls puckering their lips in anticipation, basically the whole school was on the edge of their seat waiting for Four to arrive. I have to admit, I was too.

Walking down the hallways, I could almost visualize exactly what I was going to ask him. We would start off simple, theme maybe add to it, get deeper. I smiled. I felt a nervous rush of adrenaline this morning. I couldn't wait any longer. I felt like a T.V. show host, or a reporter. Maybe I could also get some footage of him acting, or something.

I feel a strong hand grasp my arm and dig their fingernails into it. I yelp, but another hand covers my mouth.

"Quiet down! It's just me!"

I turn to see Christina laughing. "I scared you, huh?"

"Shut up." I mumble.

She only laughs again. Soon, we are both walking down the halls together before class. Al soon joins us.

"So," Christina says, "Let's talk about tomorrow. If it isn't already obvious, everyone is preparing. We need to, to. Who will take first shift in trying to talk to him?"

I hesitate before saying, "I will. Why not?" Christina only grins at this, and hands me a notebook where we will write down everything about him to add to the paper.

"So here is the deal." Christina continues. "We will publish our big break story about Four at the end of the year. This week, let's just write about his arrival. Agreed?"

"I agree. That gives us a bunch of time," nods Al. We had 8 months to write this story. I could tell a lot of effort and time was needed to make it worth it. It was only November, anyways, so that also gave us two chances to be popular and get invited to the biggest dances of the year hosted by the seniors, and i'm pretty sure Christina planned it out this way.

I nod as well. This gives us time for him to warm up to the school.

"Alright!" Cheers Christina. I've noticed how she has slightly started to take charge of the journalist group. There was no real group leader, but Christina always had that side of her that wanted to lead. I wanted to lead as well, and would have gladly volunteered for the role if I knew we had one. I just let it slide, though.

The bell rings, and Al says, "Off to calculus!" And he bustles through the crowd of people.

I look at the decorations of the fan girls, and all the already made changes for him, and walk off to next class, Christina on my tail.

I wanted to write more to give you guys an idea of it. Please Rate and review. I want to at least get 3 suggestions/ratings for each chapter. What do you guys think?

Also, I am usually busy nowadays, and will try to write more. My first story was a bit of a fail almost, so I don't know if I should continue that…

Toodles!