Some pedophilia. (Of course -.-) and a stereotypical romance enjoy ~~~~~~<><><>~~~~~~<><><>~~~~~~~ Our names were plastered all over the news and the city the very next day after the incident. It wasn't even that big of an event, yet it was known to everyone by now. The event in which the famous singer, Dante Anderson kissed me in public. But I hadn't realized this at all until the morning... "Why are you in this picture?!" "Who is that bitch? And why is she with my Dante?" "That slut! Some nerve she has. Coming here after something like this happened!" The harassment began as soon as I entered my school courtyard. Students from all corners whispered, watched me and I could also feel the glares of countless females. "What is going on...?" I whispered. Was I imagining all of this? There was no way everyone would be talking about me... I wasn't popular at all. "Helena!" I looked up to see my best friend, Jessica running over toward me with today's paper in her hand. "Jessica..." "What is this?!" She demanded and she waved the paper in my face. "What?" "You kissed Dante?!" She asked as she pointed at the front page photo. My heart jumped out of my chest and I screamed. What was this?! When?! How and who had taken this photo? This whole thing had been a mistake... "I can explain..." I said quietly. "Then explain." "Last night my sister...." The previous night The music was loud, and the entire place was filled with people from all over the city. On stage was Dante Anderson, the coolest and most famous singer as of the last few months. He was twenty four, dark hair and bright blue eyes. His face was handsome and he was apparently the hottest guy in the United States according to several magazines. After a half hour I began to feel hot. Sweaty bodies touched each other and I cringed, I needed out. "Why did you bring me here?!" I shouted at my sister. She had begged me to attend the concert with her after her friend bailed last minute. "What?!" She shouted back. "I don't want to be here!" "What?!" I shook my head. "I'm leaving," I said and I pushed my way through the crowds of people towards the exit. I finally felt the door in my hands and I pushed it open to reveal clean and fresh air. I sat out in the front lobby. I looked around and found it rather relaxing. I could still hear the music from behind the doors and I sighed. Suddenly the music stopped and there was lots of screaming and shouting. Music started up again but I could not hear any vocals. "You there," said a low and harsh voice. I jumped up almost immediately and turned to face the one who spoke to me. I saw Dante a few feet away from me and I felt my head begin to pound. "Y-yes?!" "Why are you surprised? I just came out for a smoke," he said. "My band is just taking care of some of their own work without vocals," he stated. "Oh. Okay." "Do you not know that much about me or the band? If not, then why are you here?" "My sister... she brought me because her friend couldn't come," I responded quietly. "So you don't even want to be here?" "I didn't say that... I just don't really like this style of music. Rock... or pop...? I don't even know the style," I said and I looked at the ground rather embarrassed. "Okay. Then what kind of music do you like?" "Classical," I said softly. "Are you for real? Wow you must be some kind of loser," he laughed. "That's just sad. A little girl like you doesn't even like the newest stuff." "Is that a problem?" I asked. "Just because I don't like the crappy stuff you song doesn't mean I'm some sort of freak." He stopped laughing and looked at me sternly. "Crap?" he asked. "Is that what you said?" I gulped. "N-no..." He walked towards me and I stepped backwards until my back hit the wall. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Don't come any closer." "You really think my music is crap?" "I didn't mean it, I swear," I said hastily. "It's good. Really good!" He then slammed his hand on the wall next to me. I flinched and closed my eyes. I don't think I had ever been this frightened in my life. What was he going to do?! Something caught his eye and he looked to the right. I did too but I saw nothing. I tried to slip away but he grabbed me, stopping me and pinned me against the wall. "You. Lets have people talk about us," he said. What? What did he mean...? Suddenly his face inched closer, and in seconds his lips had touched mine. It lasted maybe three seconds before I pushed him away. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted and I slapped him hard across his pretty face. "Don't touch me you freak!" I shouted again and I ran. Present "You ran away from him?" Asked Jessica. "You actually slapped him? Are you for real?!" I nodded. "He kissed me! H-he actually..." I blushed. "And my first at that," I said an I pouted. "You don't even realize what could possibly happen to you and you're upset that you lost your first kiss to a celebrity. You are lame," she said. "You don't understand! I'm just confused and I want to forget!" "The paparazzi and the city is not going to let you forget," she said and she frowned. "You're so lucky." Lucky? Me? Obviously she hadn't seen his true side. He wasn't what the papers said about him. Nice? Charming? Yeah fucking right. "Maybe this'll be like that fifteen minutes of fame! You'll be forgotten by tomorrow or something!" "Hopefully," I said and I frowned. How did this happened to me? If I hadn't left my sister's side then none of this would have happened and today I would have come to school as a normal sixteen year old girl. Perhaps Jessica was right. Perhaps everyone would forget about this in the next short while. That would be for the best.
Please give feedback! Harsh as you can be, because I want to know how I can improve I already know I need to add more detail about the setting, I'm just really bad at that
Also if I make grammatical errors or wrong speech...please tell me about them as English is not my first language
Here is me just being extremely picky.. You put 'Song' instead of 'Sing'.. Not to sure if that was meant to be there but thought I would just point that out! Update
I walked with Jessica to our English class. I noticed people whispering and watching me throughout the halls. I frowned. "I'm sorry Jessica." "What? Why?" She asked. "I think these people might start talking about you too. Being friends with me haha." "What's wrong with being friends with you? So they're jealous, that doesn't mean that you're any different from before. And like I said before, you might have fallen victim to the fifteen minutes of fame and this might all be gone by tomorrow." "Thanks," I said softly. "Morning Helena!" My hearts nearly jumped out of my chest and I spun around to face Daniel Thomson. He was one of the workers at the daycare center in my high school. He had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. His face, to me anyways, was handsome and he was rather short, standing at 5 feet and 8 inches. I had been in love with him since I had entered high school two years ago. "Daniel!" I said and I smiled. "Good morning!" He smiled back. "Hey I saw you in the news this morning. You and Dante Anderson kissed? You must be lucky to be in a relationship with someone famous." I blushed. "Oh no! We're not! I mean, you misunderstand my situation. That kiss was... well an accident." "What?" "It's true," said Jessica. "The one she really has feelings for is..." "Someone else!" I finished. I shot a look at her and she smiled at me, pretending as if she didn't know. "I see how it is," he said. "You're so cute when you're flustered. It's okay, if you don't want to tell me the truth that's okay. I still like you either way." "You like me?" "Yes, you are a very hardworking student and I appreciate the help I get from you when you come and help me in the daycare." "Oh, you like me as a student..." "Hm? Is there another way I should like you?" He asked. "Oh! No! I um...no..." I stammered. I was at a loss of words. If I didn't think of something fast he would think strangely of me and that was the last thing I wanted. "I think she thought that you thought of her as a friend," said Jessica. "She likes you too, as a friend I mean." I sighed in relief. Thank you Jessica. "Oh. I'm sorry. That's what I meant to say too. You are a good friend to me Helena." I smiled. "Thank you." "Oh look look! Helena you're on TV again!" shouted Jessica and she pointed at the flat screen in the commons area of our school. She grabbed my arm and pulled me close to it. "I wonder what this is about?" said Daniel. "I wonder if it's still about that moment you had with Dante." "The girl shown in this picture is Helena Peters, age sixteen from Jameson high school. An exclusive photo was taken of this girl and famous lead singer yesterday evening sharing a kiss during his concert. This came as a surprise to everyone because everyone thought that Dante already had a girlfriend. Leann Halestone, a young model from California and Dante had been suspected of being in some sort of relationship since..." He already had a girlfriend and yet he kissed me? Maybe he didn't? Whatever the case, the whole thing still had me on edge. "This is a confusing situation you have been placed in Helena," said Daniel. "I want this to be over," I mumbled. "It'll be fine, Helena. You're not in any sort of relationship with him so surely the press will find out about it sooner or later," said Jessica. "She's right," said Daniel. "You have nothing to worry about." "Thanks guys," I said and I smiled at both of them. Some how though... I had a feeling that it wasn't over yet. I looked up at the TV and I watched as the news reporter's expression change after being given a sheet of paper by a fellow cameraman. "...this just in! Dante Anderson has just publicly announced his romantic relationship with Helena Peters!"