Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,79

me in my long brunette hair with a Brazilian blowout, sparkling hazel eyes, and my three hour a day of strict workout regimen body be turned into a woman out of control. Somebody had made my eyes look dull, my skin over tanned, my hair in massive need of conditioner and a muffin top on some of these pictures. "A muffin top!" I practically screamed and cried at the same time to the confines of my bedroom walls. If they could talk back, they would have told me that I did not have nor did I ever have a 'muffin top' and that Lisa was going to pay for what she did.

This rumor juice would have flown under the radar for most, but Lisa timed it just right. I was about to be promoted to lead interviewer which meant a lot more Hollywood parties and a gig as a sidekick in a new movie. It was a small part but a start in acting that I had been working for. My career was going up, up, up and hers... well she had just been laid off as restaurant manager at an elite Hollywood restaurant.

If it was money she had wanted, I would have given it to her, but it was my boyfriend she wanted along with the money, that came with selling the story and all those darn cell phone pictures we took of each other doing really stupid stuff. Not to mention she videotaped my confession of my pregnancy conception from Hollywood's latest hunk. A videotape I was not aware of; damn camera phones. A pregnancy I wasn't sure I was going to keep, and I definitely didn't want my current boyfriend Crispin to find out about unless I planned to keep the pregnancy.

The whole thing was a mess of proportionate disaster, at least in my world. My boss fired me on the spot and then quickly released my story and pictures before anyone else, making me out to be the latest Hollywood scarlet wanna be. Then it was all over the entertainment news media, Twitter, Facebook and even the local news back home in Alabama. If I had slept with anyone other than Mr. Hollywood, I probably never would have made the headlines. He was big news and now I was part of it.

As for my boyfriend Crispin and why Lisa wanted him. Well, he is an up-and-coming actor with very famous parents in the industry. Lisa was known for flirting with him ruthlessly, but I never imagined she would do this, never. Now I could see her working her way into my life, easily replacing me.

The same words echoed through my head like a reverberation, 'now why'd you have to go and do a thing like that'? My mom said it, my dad, my sister down in Alabama and if my fluffy white cat Snickerdoodles could talk; she would have asked the very same question. It was in her blue eyes that she told me that she forgave me, and I was still number one in her book.

As for Crispin, he was on Facebook faster than a racecar driver, stating his status as single. A few hours later, Lisa and Crispin were updated as a couple and I was crushed. They looked so happy in their pictures. Moreover, I knew that looking at their updates was only making things worse for my mental wellbeing, but I had to look. I was curious. The pictures they posted together seemed almost too surreal.

As for the current condition of my pregnancy, well if it weren't for the slipped up condom deal, I would not think that it was Mr. Hollywood's. Nevertheless, the incident happened, rather disappointingly I might add considering he was up for an academy award that I had expected more. However, five cosmopolitan drinks later with no food in my system for the last twenty-four hours left me a wee bit tipsy and not a very good thinker on the cognitive scale. A trip to the ladies restroom, followed by a persistent Mr. Hollywood following me, wanting an 'exclusive' interview; we did the horizontal for all of two minutes. The worst dreaded two minutes of my life.

I didn't think Crispin needed to know. It wasn't like we were engaged or going to get married. We were an item though. Hollywood loved to have us together at events, taking pictures, laughing or just hanging out. We were a Hollywood match made in heaven. My southern sweetness and LA body