My stalker loves me, i love her too?

“Okay guys, break time is over.” Darien yelled. Okay, he didn"t yell, but he was definitely interrupting my peaceful consumption of Cheetos. Everyone got back into their dance positions. Everyone except me, that is. I had to finish my Cheetos. Do not mess with me when I"m eating Cheetos, or when I"m eating anything, period! “Cody, we"re waiting for you”, Darien yelled again. This time he really did yell, I swear. Okay he didn"t, but still, my Cheetos had to be consumed by muah (me). “Just let me finissshhh!,” I whined. “Okay, but hurry up man, you eat way to slow.” Darien said as he ordered everyone to go back and take five. “Thanks Dad!” I yelled, as he was already leaving. In case you"re wondering, Darien is not my dad. Hehe. I just call him that sometimes because it annoys the hell out of him. No, he"s actually my manager. He has been since I broke out with my debut single," speechless’. It topped the charts immediately, I"ve been topping them since then, and I"ve gotta say, Damien really did push me to where I am today, and I"m grateful for him honestly. Any who…where was I? Oh right! Cheetos! ***** After rehearsals, Darien, Sandra and I headed to the studio, where I was working on my third studio album. My first single, ‘body’ featuring Travis scott, was already number two on the billboard music charts ‘top 100’. Despacito remix by Louis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee and Justin Bieber, was still number one. Come on!! Give the rest of us space to get number ones! Anyway, we got to the studio but we were still in the car. It wasn"t my fault though, it was the stupid paparazzi blocking the damn door! I moved towards the window where they could see me and mouthed, "i hate you" with a smirk playing around my lips. The one thing i despised fromthe whole fame thing was the stupid paparazzi following me everywhere i go. give me space to breathe people!!. "Cody, remember to hold her and look at her like you"re falling in love with her, okay?" Sandra, my publicist, said. And by "her", she was referring to the chic beside me, Hannah Ryder. She was pretty hot if you ask me. Tall, slim, blonde with blue eyes....eh she"s not my type to be honest....too pretty. She was supposed to be my girlfriend, actually my fake girlfriend, for about two months or so. She needed the publicity, since she was about to star in a new movie. She needed the buzz, and who else could give you more buzz than muah?  "Uuh, Justin Bieber?" Hannah aswered, with her eyebrows questioning me. Apparently, i said that out loud. "Yup, that too." She said, again. Darien and Sandra looked at me with disappointment written all over their faces, then they shook their heads. i chuckled at that, they were used to my weirdness.  "Damishatt? Can we go now?" Hannah asked, slightly squirming in her seat. Did her butt hurt? "uumm, it"s pronounced Damishatt, thank you very much." I replied, like a gay dude that was obsessed with beyonce, as i raised my index finger and did the whole, "oohh heelll to the no" thing. "DAH- ME- SAT! as in, Damn he"s hot? because his surname is-" We all turned to look at Sandra as she was uttering her nonsense. Wow.  After a moment of silence passed, Sandra spoke out again. Thankfully, it was something less dumb. She said, "You guys ain"t fun, let"s just go morons". Then we got down.....finally! Authors Note: - How was my first chapter?