Page 71 of Drama Queens Don't Fall For Charming Boys

Her eyes go wide. “You can’t get me a drink. You’re Declan Hart!” She turns to one of the cheerleaders. “Get Declan a Pepsi and me a Coke.”

“That’s okay—” I start, but Tiffany shoos the girl away and she dashes to the kitchen.

She grins at me. “People can be so rude.”

I frown. “Please don’t do that. I could have gotten my own drink.”

She playfully slaps my chest. “Stop being so cute and sweet. Everyone wants to do this for you, so let them. It makes them happy, so it’s all good. Don’t you want your fans to be happy?”

While I don’t agree with it, I nod. “Of course. The most important thing to me is to make my fans happy. I wouldn’t be where I am if not for them.”

She smiles again. “Maybe, but you’re so hot. Of course you became a movie star. All that sexiness would have gone to waste.”

I force a smile. “Thanks.”

While she talks about various things, my gaze roams around the room. Everyone seems to be having a good time. The music is blaring, the beat bouncing off the walls.

Many kids come over to me to chat, take selfies, just to hang out. Tiffany tries to push them away, but they keep crowding around me. The cheerleader who got a drink for me can’t even get to me because of the huge mass of kids.

I thought coming to a high school party with my fans would be fun. But I’m not really having fun.

As much as I appreciate and love my fans, there’s just something…missing. I’m smiling and giving them attention, but I just feel so empty.

I think back to my conversation with Mia yesterday at the mall. About being real or acting. I still haven’t figured out how to be me without being Declan Hart.

Except for when I’m with her.

“Oh my gosh, let him breathe!” Tiffany yells as she tries to push the kids away. I guess now that we’re not at school and busy with classes, everyone is pounding on me at once.

It’s a little overwhelming to take the selfies and sign autographs, but I’m doing the best I can. I keep telling myself that as hard as this is, it makes them happy. I’m doing it for them.

“Ugh, why are there so many people here?” A voice rises over all the others in the area.

I stop signing a girl’s arm and lift my head toward the sound. Mia and her friends are pushing through the crowd of people.

“What the heck is going on?” she grumbles. She looks around, and once her gaze lands on mine, understanding enters her eyes. “Oh.”

I smile at her, wanting to wave, but my hands are a bit occupied. Anyway, would she want me to wave at her? What exactly are we?

“Declan!” the girl whines. “You spelled my name wrong.”

I snap in and look at her arm. “Oh, sorry.”

She groans like I committed the worst crime ever known to a person. Then she laughs and pushes her other arm in my face. “Now you can sign both my arms!”

I smile and make sure to spell her name correctly this time. “I’m really sorry about that.”

She squeals. “I’m never taking a shower!” She giggles and rushes away.

Slowly, the crowd starts to lessen as everyone takes selfies and gets their autographs. Some kids remain close to me, talking about many different things and asking questions.

As I answer them, I look around for Mia. She and her friends are huddled in a corner of the room, talking. She turns her head and our gazes connect. She seems to be having a lot of fun with her friends.

“So, Declan,” Tiffany says as she presses herself against me. “You still haven’t told me how pretty I look tonight.”

“You’re very pretty.”

I glance back at Mia and find her watching me. I’m trying to get a sense of what she’s thinking, but I can’t really understand the expression in her eyes.

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