Prologue

As I stood in the hallway waiting for my cue to walk onto the set of the Oprah show, my mind was racing. What would I say if she asked me the dreaded question? The one everyone thought they knew the answer to, but I of course really knew. When all of the sudden I felt a tap on my shoulder “Go on” a man with a headset, complete with microphone, whispered. So, I put on my fake smile, which I had perfected, and walked on set to screams and cheers of my name “Alexis, Alexis!” they, being my fans, young and old, shouted. As I hugged Oprah and sat down the interview began. The usual questions were asked of course, like “Where are you from?” “How did you get started?” and then there were the usual praises like “You are one of the best role-models!” and “You have to be the cleanest popstar, no wait, star, in Hollywood!” but I really knew better. Then she started asking about my love life. Those questions used to be fun and a breeze when I was with him but now they just made me nauseous when I would think about what he did to me. Then, at last, the moment I had dreaded she asked it. I had only been asked it a few times, and I used to be able to answer it honestly, but now it was all a lie, it had been for a month or so. I mean it’s not like I was truly happy and honest before but now, I had taken it to a new level. “So, Alexis, being one of Hollywood’s cleanest stars you are still a seventeen year old girl” Oprah began “and you probably have had you’re fair share of boyfriends, one of them being also famous, but we all want to know, are you a virgin?” I just sat there, I hadn’t been asked that question since “it” happened. I didn’t no what to do so I just blurted out “Yes, of course.” What was I supposed to do? Tell her about my secret life as an American popstar? I think not.

Wow, that first chapter is so good! I can tell this story is gonna be amazing.

PMS? =]

-Bekah <33

whoa! this is good! i was like, dang girl! haha. please pms!!

Julia Rose

OOOO, that was probably one of the best prologues I have ever read.

I can't wait for the first.

~kole <3

BTW, there was a part I forgot to put down and I have decided to five it to Kary. You will all see what it is next chappy, but until then, please enjoy this one!! Yay!! haha<3

Chapter 1

The rest of the interview was a complete blur. But, it luckily did end, and I went to go try and collect my thoughts, but I guess that wasn’t happening according to my assistant. “Hey, Alexis, we need to go over your schedule.” My assistant Megan said as she walked into the room. Meg had become really close to me. She handled almost every aspect in my life. From where I was almost every minute of the day to what I eat. “Okay come in.” I sighed. I really needed rest, lately I had been so tired. “Well, it’s 11 :30 now and you have a photo shoot at 12 for Chanel. Then at 2 you have three interviews with BOP, Tiger Beat, and Seventeen Magazine. Later, at around 4:30 you have a meeting with your nutrisionist and trainer. At 6 I have arranged for you to meet with your stylist, you have to pick out a dress for the Teen Choice Awards, and an outfit for your performance. But, the night is yours.” I groaned as I took a sip of Red Bull, which I absolutely detested but needed because of my crazy schedule. I felt a bit better at the thought of the night to myself, maybe I could go out with my friends Julia and Jessica. They we’re models for Teen Vogue and loved to go clubbing. But their was no way I could go to a club as me, no “America’s Sweetheart” could not be seen partying, so I wore a dark brown bob wig that masked my golden blonde hair that stopped a bit past my shoulders. Then, to top it off I wore tons of eye-makeup and skimpy dresses, which was the complete opposite of my milk and honey skin and big blue eyes with a bit of mascara and my rather modest clothes. Then Meg added “Oh, you’re mom called, she’s sorry she has to miss your shopping date tomorrow. Her and your step-father are going to Italy.” “Of course she is” I replied with a groan. My dad used to be a famous rockstar, and he and my mom got divorced when I was really young. My mom immediately got remarried, which is no big deal for her now since she is on husband number four. She has never really been much of a support in my life, but my dad he was. That is, until he died of a drug overdose when I was fourteen, and just starting my career. So I was forced to live full time with my mom, and 2 brothers and 5 step brothers, whom I do love. Finally broken form my trance I heard Meg say “Well, we need to leave now.” As she was collecting her papers.

“Meg, do you think my mom hates me?” I asked as we were walking up the hallway. “No of course not! She’s just….busy.” Meg replied patting me on the back. “Yeah, busy.” I sighed when all of the sudden as rush of nausea came over me. I mean, I felt a little woosy all day, but this was intense. I immediately ran to the nearest trash can and emptied the contents of my stomach, which only included a cereal bar and Red Bull, into the garbage as Meg held my hair back. “Are you okay?” Megan asked concerned as I wiped my mouth on a piece of paper Meg handed me. “Y-yeah, I think so.” I replied shakily. “Alright, if you’re sure.” She said as we stepped into the elevator, walked into the lobby, and as got into a taxi. When we got in I felt that wave again as I opened to door to throw-up. “Really, Alexis, are you okay?” Meg asked again as I shut the door. “Yes! I am fine!” I said angry. “Okay, but you are really not yourself today.” “Tell me about it.” I mumbled.

The whole day was yet another blur. I was exhausted, tired, very, very moody, and immensely hungry. The problem was, at none of these things did they offer me food! But I did manage to drink Red Bull, which had kept me going. As I took as sip of my third Red Bull of the day sitting in a taxi on the way home I got a call. “Jessica” the phone screen red. “Hello?” I said as I answered. “Hey girly! Up for partying tonight with Julia and I?” She said not even asking how I was. “Like you don’t even understand.” I replied, not even caring how she felt either. I needed to get out, get away, maybe even drink a bit. I mean, I really usually didn’t drink. A few sips here and there, nothing crazy, but tonight would have to be an exception.

I did finally get home though, to the apartment I lived in on my own on the Upper East Side of New York. Shocking at seventeen, living on my own, I know, but I was supposed to be “America’s Sweetheart” and people trusted me. But, I was extremely happy to get home. Not only to eat, but to get away from my stylist. Don’t get me wrong she’s amazing at her job, but I really didn’t want to get a dress for the Teen Choice Awards because he would be there. He being Joe Jonas. Yup, the he, who stole my virginity.