Celebrity Undercover

2. Meeting the Celebrity

"As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve yourself."  -Unknown.

I snooze the alarm on my phone the fourth time this morning, before shutting my eyes and going back to sleep again. Why is it always more difficult to wake up on the first day of school after a holiday compared to the normal days? I mean yeah, it's also quite hard to wake up on other school days but it's worse when it's right after the holidays!

"Summer! Wake up or you'll regret it when I come up there!" I hear my mum's voice from downstairs, instantly waking me up. She's one scary person when she's mad.

I slowly wake up and grudgingly made my way to my closet. I took out my undergarments from the drawer, and quickly grabbed the first piece of clothing I could find before going to the bathroom to get ready.

After I got dressed, I grab a ribbon and tie my hair into a loose ponytail. I take my glasses from my desk and carried my bag, running out of my room and making my way downstairs to the kitchen, where my mother was probably cooking breakfast.

The smell of omelettes and bacon fill my nostrils as soon as I enter the kitchen. "Morning!" I chirp, sitting on the kitchen stool, taking a piece of bacon and placing it on my plate.

"Morning sweetheart," my mum replies. She was wearing her blue slacks, which were her uniform. She works as a nurse at the Sitka Medical Center and she usually drops me to school before she goes to work.

I finish my last piece of bacon and put my plate on the dishwasher. I check the time on my watch. 7:35 am.

Shit! If I don't hurry up and leave right now, i'd be late for school. The bell for class rings at 7:50 am and it's a fifteen minute drive to school, but considering it was the first Monday after holidays, there will be an assembly, which I wouldn't mind missing to be honest.

My mum grabs her purse and car keys, walking out of the kitchen with me following her outside to her Fortwo Coupe.

"Why do you keep wearing that ugly sweater?" My mum asks me, glancing at my choice of clothing disapprovingly before looking back at the road.

"Because it's January, and incase you didn't notice, it's still cold."

"Well you could've asked me to borrow you my leather jacket! Green is so not your colour. That's it! We're going shopping after school, I can't watch you wear grandma clothes when your body is still young and good, you'll regret it when you get older and can't wear the clothes you could wear now," she starts lecturing me again. This is not the first time she's pestering me about my clothing style.

I roll my eyes,"mum, leather jackets are tight and uncomfortable, i'm going to school not to a club! And about shopping, no. Absolutely not. I happen to like what I wear, it's comfortable."

She sighs as she entered our school parking lot, a sign that she has given up. Well at least for now. She's always trying to make me dress 'better'.

"Well goodbye sweetheart, i'll pick you up at 3, wait for me outside," she tells me, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek."

"Goodbye ma!"

I enter just in time, with two minutes to spare before the bell rings for class. I quickly dart to my locker, taking what I need and keeping the rest, glad that I missed the assembly.

I was about to walk to class when I hear my name echo through the walls, "Summer Moore, you're needed at the headmasters office."

I turn towards the opposite direction from my homeroom, to the headmasters office. I hope he doesn't take long, I don't like missing my classes. Even if it was homeroom. What if they announce something important and I miss it? I have no friends whatsoever to inform me if I miss anything.

I reach the headmaster's office and enter inside. The secretary was at her usual seat behind the desk, before the actual headmaster's office.

"Hey there girl! Is it me or have you gotten paler? What is that on your cheek? A pimple?! Oh my that's not a good way to meet a celebrity. Did you even comb your hair? H-" Ms. Trinity rambles, like usual. Yes I was friends with the school's secretary. Sue me.

Well I wasn't a social person. I can't make friends my own age, I can't even start a conversation! I end up stammering and it's not even the cute type of stammering that girls in the movies and books usually do. So yeah, I usually sit with her during lunch.

Anyway, never mind that, what caught my attention was what she said, about meeting a celebrity.

"Hold up! Meeting a celebrity? What do you mean?" I cut her off in the middle of her sentence.

"Yes! Guess what?" She asks, with a huge grin on her face. She looked like a teenager whose crush just asked her out. I couldn't help but smile with her, her jolliness was infectious. She is always happy and excited. She's thirty but her features were still pretty. She had dirty blonde hair with the biggest blue eyes. Her lips were full and had perfect teeth. She truly was beautiful.

"What? Am I about to meet Ed Sheeran?!" I ask with a grin on my face, I was being sarcastic but I couldn't help but hope it was true.

"Close! But even better! So you know Alec Armstrong right? He just joined high school, and guess what school he joined?" She asks, her grin getting wider. She didn't wait for my reply before she finishes her sentence,"Sitka High school!"

My mouth dropped open as the news registered in my brain. I remember when I watched the news last week they mentioned something about Alec wanting to join high school. I didn't expect it to be the very same school I was going to! Heck I still don't even believe it!

Why, out of all places, would he chose our small little town? And our school of all schools!

"I know right! And that's not all," she says, her grin getting even wider, if that was even possible,"I convinced the headmaster to assign you to be his tour guide today!"

"What?!" I shout, just as the headmaster's office door opened,"why would you do that?" I can't possibly think of any way this could be a good thing. Does she secretly hate me?! She knows how I can't socialize! Why would she do this to me?

"Thank you, Mr. Armstrong," I hear the headmaster's voice. My stomach dropped as I realized that Alec was probably there in the room right now. My heart was beating rapidly because of how nervous I was feeling.

Breathe Summer, Breathe.

"Please, just call me Alec. I want you to treat me the same way as you treat the rest of the students," a strong voice replied. I didn't dare to look at them, my heart was pounding against my ribcage and I was almost sure they could hear it. My cheeks flushed and I'm sure they were representing Ms. Trinity's dress colour.

"Ah! Summer. There you are!" I jumped, quickly turning to them. My heart stopped beating for a moment as soon as I caught a glimpse of the well known celebrity.

I had to admit, the pictures on the magazines and tabloids does him no justice. He was the definition of hot! His dark hair, disheveled in a way that made his face features look more defined. His jawline sharp, and the most beautiful, unique set of golden brown eyes that I could notice even in the distance between us. His lips, pink and plump, I couldn't help but wonder how they would feel on my lips.

"Um, Summer?" Mr. Smith calls out, pulling me out of my reverie. I instantly blush, tearing my gaze away from the smirking celebrity to glare down at my worn out sneakers. How embarrassing! He must think that i'm one of his fangirls, clearly obsessing over him. His stupid smirk shows that he noticed me checking him out.

"Y-Yeah?" I stammer, making the situation even worse.

"I said, most of your classes are together, i'll be expecting you to be with him throughout the day until he gets used to the new surroundings," Mr. Smith informs me, handing me Alec's class schedule.

"U-um, okay," I reply him, taking the schedule and quickly taking a look at it. As I carried the piece of paper in front of me to read, I notice that my hands were shaking. Why, oh why was I so socially awkward?

Without saying a word, I walk out of the office, expecting Alec to follow me behind, which thankfully, he actually did.

"O-Okay so we have homeroom now-" I start, but I was immediately cut off by the loud shrill of the bell, signaling the end of homeroom. I start to panic, I missed homeroom! Now how am I going to know any important information?

"This is all your fault!" I turn to face a shocked Alec. Well, I was shocked at my outburst too!

"What's my fault?" He asks, when he finally recovers from my accusation. I point a finger at him, "you are the reason I was called in the office making me late for homeroom! Do you know how much I must've missed by now?" I ask him, he looks at me with a stricken expression as I let my anger out. I don't give him a chance to answer my question and I answered it for him,"No! You don't! Because we freaking missed it!"

The hallways started filling with people by then and we had everyone's attention, which made me come back to my senses. I just yelled at Alec freaking Armstrong.

Oh. My. God.

I just yelled at Alec Armstrong!

He's not going to sue me, is he? My anger turned into worry as I looked at my surroundings. A girl came up to us with a picture and asks Alec for an autograph , in which he agreed to. This made everyone else come up to him, and soon I was suffocating from people bombarding me, trying to get to Alec.

If this continues, i'm going to miss my first lesson. And it was my favorite subject too! Literature!

"Alec! We need to get to class! I don't want to miss first period too!" I try to talk to him, but he couldn't hear me. If this goes on the whole day i'm going to rip my hair off! How do celebrities even deal with this?

I quickly made my way through the thick crowd. As soon as I managed to escape, I walked to the nearest locker and banged loudly on it. This caught everyone's attention as they turned to look at me, which only made me blush.

I muster all the courage I had, cleared my throat and shouted as loudly as I could,"LEAVE ALEC ALONE! IF YOU WANT AUTOGRAPHS OR SOME STUPID PHOTO WITH HIM YOU CAN GET IT DURING LUNCH, WE HAVE CLASS TO GO TO!"

Everyone looked at me for a few seconds before turning back to Alec, completely ignoring what I said, I could even hear some rude comments from some of them. 'Whatever loser' 'why don't you go to class alone nerd' and other remarks between those lines.

Great! The first time I decide to actually speak my voice and this is the reaction I get. It totally doesn't help me improve my social skills. I was mentally debating if I should just leave Alec here with his fans or if I should wait for him when I hear a commanding voice echo through the corridor.

"EVERYONE THAT'S ENOUGH! YOU ALL HEARD SUMMER, WE'VE GOT CLASS TO GO TO. I WOULD LIKE IT IF YOU GUYS TREATED ME JUST LIKE ANY OTHER STUDENT. THERE'S A REASON WHY I ESCAPED THAT CELEBRITY LIFE!"

It was Alec. And since Alec was famous, with good looks and money. People actually listened to him and they all started dispersing slowly, heading to their own classes.

"I knew I should've come with a disguise," he mutters, running his hand through his hair. He looks really irritated and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. This happens to him every time he steps out of his place. How tiring could that be, everyone being all over your business.

"S-Sorry," I mumble, playing with the hem of my sweater. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow, questioningly, "for what?"

"For y-you know, yelling at you."

He smiles,"It's cool. So, literature?"