you always knew that people just loved you. no one, not even your parents could explain it. but it was like everywhere you went, people just loved your personality, smile, hair, all of it.

you were the center of your own world, and people loved that about you.

which is how now, you’re a famous actor, singer, and model, who just got your star on the hollywood walk of fame.

everything was going great, until a stupid football game.

you went to a college football game with your friend, Harper for three reasons.

1, it was good photos for insta.

2, it was also good for publicity. I mean as soon as the committee found out that you were coming, they made sure that the two of you were down on the field for most of the game.

and 3, you had always loved football. especially on Saturdays when you would watch your home team play with your dad while eating random bar foods.

anyways, that whole ordeal, was amazing for publicity everywhere, however; little did you know that you would be caught up in a rumor created by a fan.

AKA, the rumor that you and THE travis greene were dating.

yes, no. 1 overall draft pick travis greene. anyways, the whole rumor was that apparently sometime during the game, Travis and you talked or something, and people started to speculate. when really, they couldn’t be farther from the truth.

travis greene was from your hometown, and let’s just say the two of you never got along, not even now. and mostly likely the conversation the two of you had was just an argument. but it was getting into the headlines, and usually you’d be happy about being on the head cover, but you could go to vogue and they would in the next week. you didn’t need dating rumors with some football player.

but now, here you are. at the draft of all places. why? because you were invited by the NFL themselves. and you showed up to show people that they were wrong about you and travis.

while your on the red carpet taking photos and getting interviewed, you notice travis a few feet away form your, getting asked the same questions that you were.

’are the rumors true about you and {{user}}?’

’what do you think about {{user}}’s new movie?’

and clearly, he was pissed, rightfully so. but he answered the questions anyways.

you turned back to the cameras, flashing lights everywhere around you. this was a normal for you. and at least you didn’t have to answer stupid questions.