Chapter 75

"Oh, you are here. Thank goodness." She said and gave me a bright smile.

I muttered a good morning to her and she directed me to the bus that will take me to the location where the competition will take place. The driver took us to the place. On our way, I felt so bad because Drake won't stop texting. I hate that I have to see his messages early in the morning. He had texted over forty messages. Apologizing. But I wasn't ready to listen to him at all. I switched off my phone. I put it in my backpack.

At last, I was there.

I stepped out of the car and looked around. Suddenly, reporters began to rush in different directions trying to come closer to me but some men protected me from them. What is this? Is this a paparazzi shoot? What the heck is this? Different lights flashed, almost hurting my eyes. They should get the hell out of my way. Jeez. I am not even a celebrity.

My body began to react to the flashlights. It felt weird. Like hairs are growing on my body