Jon really wasn't sure where he was going. He realized that there probably wasn't any place in this backwards town trendy enough for someone of his status. Still, he was kind of sore from when that stupid jerk turned on him. His side was a little sore from being kicked, but he was relieved that his dress was undamaged.
"That guy would've been in soo much trouble if he had wrecked this dress," Jon said to himself. "It probably cost more than he'll ever make in a lifetime."
Jon stopped and looked around for a moment. He saw no sign of that girl from before, so he decided to take a second and touch up his makeup. He pulled a compact from his purse and touched up his lip gloss and powder, admiring his sexy face in the mirror. Suddenly, he was startled by a noise from behind.
Jon jumped, but remained steady in Paris's high heels, and turned to see that pesky girl standing there. Jon saw she had a stack of photographs, and figured she must be a fan looking for an autograph. Jon smiled. At least someone was giving him some positive attention.
"So, like, you want an autograph then?" Jon asked.
"Well, not exactly," Sarah replied as she grabbed a photograph and held it up in front of Jon's face. It was a picture of...
