Owned By The Celebrity King

What would you do if your crush proposed to your best friend right at your front?

CLARA'S POV

"Would you be mine, Ivy?" Ethan, masculine voice pierced through my ear drum.

The big red rose flower in his hand shone like a bright light.

My blood ran cold, Ethan, my long time crush, was asking Ivy, my best friend out.

I struggled to blink back the tears that were threatening to fall.

I had feelings for him for more than two years now.

Ivy's eyes widened. "Eth..an." She muttered amid gasps.

"I..I know you're stunned, Ivy but the truth is, I'd had a crush on you for some while now."

"I really like you, Ivy. I like you so much." He confessed, staring at her right in the face.

I swallowed hard,air caught up in my throat.

"Clara." Ivy called out.

I raised up my eye lids, looking at her.

Her brows lowered. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

I took in a quick breath and shrugged.

She shifted her gaze back at him, looked at me for a second and nodded her head.

"Yeah I would." She said, her voice came low and sharp.

My eyes shone with tears as Ethan stretched the flower to her, she took it from him.

And her lips curled up to a smile. A genuine smile.

I stepped back without realizing it.

"Are you fine?" Ivy's voice echoed in my ears.

I looked at her, her brows drew together.

" No..I'm fine." I stammered and turned to leave.

I couldn't face them for a second more.

"What's wrong, Clara." Ethan asked.

My gaze met with his. "No...thing." I said, words bit through my teeth.

My nostrils flared. Heat crawling up my neck to my ear.

I paused as Ivy walked towards me.

"Clara.." She called out, her hand laid on my shoulder.

I blinked. Sweats running down my spine.

" I will see you guys later. " I quickly voiced out and turned to leave.

Silence followed, but I didn't dare to look back at them.

My legs trembled as I headed into one of the female toilets.

I hurried into a sector of it and shut the door behind me immediately.

I flung my hand bag on the water closet tank and leaned against the wall.

My face burned, I pressed my hand on my chest

My eyes brimmed as my cheeks burned with hot tears.

"I...this..isn't supposed..shit..shit!" I screamed out.

"I wish everything would just work out for me..I wish.."

My knees buckled, I sank onto the floor.

I buried my head into my arms.

"What are you doing in there for so long." I heard a tiny feminine voice from the other side of the toilet.

I raised up my head and looked at the locked door.

"Almost done." I struggled to say.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and staggered up.

I dragged my short yellow gown downwards.

My eye lids blinked rapidly as I walked towards the water closet tank.

My manuals slipped from my hand bag the second I took it.

I quickly held my phone before it slipped off also.

My gaze sullen, I bent down to pick them up.

I flung the handbag over my shoulder and held the two manuals in my hand.

I took in a deep breath, released it and pushed open the door.

"What the hell were you doing there for so long." The lady asked again.

“I'm sorry, I didn't realize I spent that much there." I responded.

She nodded her head without uttering another word and walked into the toilet.

I moved away without looking back.

The hallway smelt of different colognes. Shoulders bumped into mine.

My head ached terribly as I hurried to the gate stand.

The same place I and Ivy were earlier.

My heart skipped a beat as my gaze landed on Ethan.

He wasn't with Ivy anymore, he was heading towards the field section.

His white top and blue Jean trouser shone in my eyes at every step he took.

"God...why not me?" I murmured to myself, my eyes followed him until...

I gasped as I suddenly got hit by something hard.

I quickly stepped back struggling to catch my balance, my manuals falling off to the floor.

"Don't you watch where you are going to." I heard a sharp masculine voice.

I looked up to see who it was. It was James Hunter. The popular celebrity king.

I bent down and picked up the manuals.

"Maybe if celebrities stopped walking like they own the world, people won't bump into them!" I fired back.

His brows drew together.

I took a step forward, opting to walk past him when I realized it.

Most people in the hallway gazed at me. Some were even filming.

Their looks reminded me of who he was.

He was one of the most feared guys in the school.

And his father was the owner of the biggest company in the city.

He was the same guy that does whatever he wanted and nobody could say anything to it.

I had been so disturbed by Ethan that I didn't take a rethink of who he was before I uttered a word.

I sniffed. "I...." I stammered, words caught up in my throat.

His friends suddenly burst out laughing.

"Bro she doesn't know who you are." One of them said to James.

Quiet whispers from other students circulated around my ears.

I took a quick breath and was about to walk past again when a hand drew me back.

"Aren't you going to apologize to James Hunter?" One of them blurted out.

"Why should I?" I said, without blinking.

Most people were filming. I couldn't embarrass myself.

They would surely mock me if they found out that I was scared of him after what I already said.

The celebrity King's friend let out a little gasp.

They suddenly began walking towards me.

My face was damp with sweat at every step they took closer to me.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

What did they want to do? This wasn't funny anymore.

I stepped back, clutching my manuals tight.

"What do you want?" I yelled out, after getting my voice.

"Drop it guys." James mouthed, raising up his hand.

I blinked my eyelashes repeatedly as they stopped at his words.

A smirk appeared on his face as he bent close enough towards me.

Close enough for me to feel his breath near my ear.

"When you walk." He started and chuckled slightly.

Words and laughter that only I could hear.

"Make sure you watch your back."