Page 171 of Fame & Chaos

Kenzi bursts out laughing. “That’s it… cathartic. Let it all out.”

Chuckling weakly, I shove another brownie into my mouth before more insults can spill out.

Another hour passes with Kenzi trying to distract me by rambling about some guy she likes. Honestly, I have no idea which guy she’s talking about because she burns through men the same way Caleb used to burn through women.

Probably still does.

Stupid jerk.

Another knock sounds at the door.

I groan loudly. “Bloody reporters won’t take the hint.”

Storming toward the front door, I yank it open, fully prepared to tell them to fuck off again, only to freeze. Two teenage girls stand there staring at me like I’m gum stuck to the bottom of their shoes. One has almost white-blonde hair, while the other’s hair is dyed a violent shade of red.

They can’t be older than sixteen. Seventeen at most.

“Um… can I help you?” I ask cautiously.

They both look me up and down with obvious disgust.

“You’re it?” the blonde one says before turning to her friend with a smirk.

“Wow. I didn’t realize his taste was in his ass,” the redhead sneers.

I stiffen and cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want?”

“You’re Caleb from Staked’s ex-girlfriend, right?” Blondie asks.

“No,” I reply sharply. “Why are you here?”

“Indi, who is it?” Kenzi calls out.

“Ha! See? It is you,” Red says triumphantly. “Indi Malone. Caleb loved you, and you broke his heart, you bitch!”

My brows pull together. “Excuse me?”

“How could you?” Blondie spits. “He’s the hottest rocker ever, and you treated him like shit. You’re nothing but a skanky bitch.”

Anger burns through me. These girls don’t know Caleb or me, yet here they are judging my entire life based on gossip articles.

“You don’t even know me.”

“We’re Caleb’s biggest fans,” Blondie says proudly. “We know everything about you. We read all about you this morning and then saw the cameras here. We live one street over and recognized your house. If Caleb quits music because of you, we’ll never forgive you!”

“Yeah!” Red agrees enthusiastically.

“You’re children,” I say in disbelief. “Do you even hear yourselves? Love Caleb’s music all you want, but declaring war on me? What would your parents think?”

The girls laugh.

“We love Caleb,” Red says dreamily. “One day we’ll show him how much we did for him.”

A strange chill creeps over me. “What do you mean?”

Both girls step backward. Red suddenly lifts a camera while Blondie reaches into a bag and starts throwing things at me, and something smashes against my forehead. Pain bursts through my skull while thick slime drips down my face. I stare at the egg coating my hand in shock as Blondie continues pelting eggs at me while Red cackles and takes pictures.

“Indi?” Kenzi yells.