Trainstop || Bruno Mars [editing]

Chapter 4: Stuck With Bruno Mars

Hayley's POV 

"NO WAY I'M STUCK HERE WITH YOU!!!" I freaked out. "OH MY GOD!!!" 

"Hey, calm down now. I know it would be a miracle to get stuck in an elevator with The Bruno Mars. But please calm yourself" that just pissed me off. 

"Ah! Look at this punk!" I muttered. "You have such a thick face! It's not your presence that makes me freak out right now! I hate your presence! I'm worried about my work and what my boss might do to me. I'm so dead if I won't be able to get to the office in time!" 

"You're not alone. I have my appoitments to you know. In fact, I just finished a mall show with B.o.B." 

"I know that. I understand a big time person like you has a very busy schedule. But if you didn't chase me in the first place, this wouldn't happen you know!" 

"Well, you made me chase you, girl. I just want to ask your name but you ran away from me" 

"Because I ain't interested. I don't want to be friends with you" we kept on arguing. 

"I want your name!" 

"What are you gonna do with my name?!" 

Suddenly we heard a loud thud from the walls. 

"What was that again?" I asked, scared. 

"That just means you better shut up and just give me your name" he urged. 

"NOOOOOOOO WAAAAAY" 

"You're a stubborn!" he shouted. 

"You're tooooo SHORT!" I answered back. 

"What?! I'm taller than you!" he cried. "You're just on your heels" 

"NO!" I cried back. 

"You're..." he paused to think. "You're so mean. You broke that old lady's vase yet you didn't turn to apologize" 

"That was an accident" I defended myself. 

"No. That was a crime" 

"Well..." I paused to think of a good answer back. "Y-you're a jerk!" 

"What?!" 

"Yeah. You're a jerk! You're a player! You're a two-timer! Three-timer! Four-timer! FIVE-TIMER! You're an asshole! A son of a bitch. A ONE HELL OF A HOOLIGAN!" I said those negative words continously, shouting them to his pissed off face. 

"Why do you talk about me like you know me so well?!" he grumbled. 

"Ha! You see?" I muttered as I raised a brow. "Seems like your stardom already made you forgot where you came from"

"Hey, I'll never forget Hawaii" he said in a dead serious tone. 

"But why can't you remember I was classmates with you in highschool. I know you so well. You're everyone's ex! You're ex with Tipree, Chanel, Bridgette, Anne-" I cut off as he covered my mouth. 

"Shut up now. I didn't tell you to recall their names" he commanded. "But why are you angry? I don't even remember dating you!" 

Absent-mindedly, I threw my fist to his face. 

"Aw! What was that for?!" he groaned in pain with his hand on the affected area. "Are you not scared of what I can do to you?!" he shouted. 

I was puzzled. I didn't get him but I suddenly thought of something. My eyes grew wide and I threw my hands on my chest. "Don't touch me" I whispered in fright. 

"WRONG! I won't touch you, knuckle-headed! I am Bruno Mars and I can easily throw you to jail in two seconds flat because of this!" he pointed to the affected area. I saw the lower right corner of his lips bleeding.