Sweat came out of my skin. I'm getting nervous. I turned back and saw.........
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GREYSON CHANCE. (I GOT IT RIGHT)
I stood up, shocked. I gotta admit this guy is talented.......... and handsome.............
"Oh why, it's you." I said, fixing my gorgeous hair.
"You're not even screaming, crying, or whatever." He replied. "Unbelievable."
"Why would I?" I said, raising my eyebrows "I'm not even a f---"
"OH THERE YOU ARE." The guy (One of Greyson's crew) cutted. "The lucky fan."
"But-"
"Oh!" Greyson grinned, sitting beside me, "So, what's your name, sweetheart?"
"W-wait." I said. "Let me clear this out. You see, I'm not really a fan of yours. And my gorgeous name is [YN]." I let out a smirk. You might say it's rude. But no. Just no.
"If you're not a fan, then what are you?" Greyson asked curiously.
"I'm human. I just went with my cousin because I'll be grounded forever if I didn't." I smiled. "Please don't be mad if I say this. I'm a hater. I hate you."
"Sorry, dude." I added, tapping his back "I guess I was unlucky enough to be picked."
"Nah, it's kk." He smiled. "Good thing, there's no one who'll scream infront of my face."
GREYSON'S POV.
This girl's a hater. She even called me dude. Rude. Well, she's cool. Let's see if she can resist my overloading cuteness. HA.
"Since you got picked...." I said.
BINABASA MO ANG
You Are The Chosen One. (A Greyson Chance fanfiction)
FanfictionAre you still going to consider yourself lucky being picked as the 'lucky' one who'll get to meet and date the only popstar you hate? Is this what you call GOOD or BAD luck?
