Queen of Hollywood by Marisa Maichel (classic novels for teens .txt) 📕

I stepped out of my 2011 Passat. I went tumbling toward the ground. My heel by Stella McCartney had caught in the grass. "Yowch!" "You okay?"

"Yeah." I accepted a tanned hand. I faced up, and looked into the eyes of a very cute boy.
Oh my God. It was Alejandro Montague, a beautiful Brazilian blond model. I could feel my heart stop; he was just as beautiful in person as in Abercrombie and Fitch catalogs. He smiled, showing off his white teeth. "Hello, Holly Capulet." he said. "I love Junk Riders. It's a beautiful story."

"Thanks. I love your Abercrombie & Fitch photos." Wow, Holly. Just wow. But he laughed out loud.

"I've never gotten that before." he said. He turned. A tall Zak Bagans look-alike was rushing toward us. Obviously his assistant. He was out of breath and carried a large binder.

"They want you in the makeup room right now!" he said, pausing.

"Well, hi!" he said, eyeing me. 

"Hey." I said. My own assistant, Olivia, walked toward me.

"Hey, they want you in the hair room!" she said, flipping her long blond French braid. "Hi." she said to Alejandro's assistant.

"Hi."
We walked toward our rooms white our assistants talked about God knows what. I walked with Alejandro.

"So...you're working in this movie?" he said.

"Yes. I play Landra." Landra is a nerdy girl who falls hardcore for a jock.

"That's cool. I play Nigel." he said. I smiled. Nigel is Landra's Dungeons & Dragons best friend who secretly loves her. My friend Will plays the jock. My worst enemy, Angelia Patchett, plays a raunchy, vindictive head cheerleader named Aurora.
The witch was having a sing-off with a hot producer. "Slut." I muttered under my breath. "What?" Alejandro asked.

"Nothing." I told him, smiling. "I don't like her." I admitted, pointing to Angelia. He nodded. "I actually dated her, and she acts more serious than she actually is, and then has the gall to sleep with my best friend." he said. "Oh, I'm sorry."I say. "It's all right, I'll be fine."
But he gave her a longing look. I cursed the not-so-Angelic Angelia.


We get into position. "I could slap you incredibly hard. I am a black belt in tae kwon do." I snip, acting like Landra.
"Cut!" my director mother yells. "Sweetie, that's good, but just a tad more volume and attitude." "Okay."

"And...action!" "I could slap you incredibly hard. I am a black belt in tae kwon do."
"Yeah?" Angelia says.
"Yeah. I love Cory more than you ever did!" I cry out.
"Is that true?" Cody says, stepping forward. His hair is slicked back with gel, and his face is blemish-free for once.
"Yes. I love you, Cory. She cheated on you with my friend Nigel. She kissed him and pretty much raped him. He didn't want to, but she did. She screwed him."
"I know. I'm fully aware of it. Oh my God." he says, falling to his knees. "I've been chasing the wrong girl this whole time. It's you I should have chased, Landra. This is all my fault. I love you, Landra." he says, leaning forward and kissing me. I've kissed him before, and he's incredible.

"Cut! That's a wrap." Mom says. The entire cast and crew claps. We've been shooting this for a few weeks, and we're finally done! I skip toward Alejandro. We've been dating, (and sneaking out) and I think I love him. He kisses me, pulling me in his arms. He puts his hand over my stomach, and I do the same to him. His stomach is pure muscle.
"There's something I need to tell you." "What is it?" I ask, now worried. He has a reputation for dating girls on set, especially the lead, then dumping her. "I love you, Holly. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He gets down on one knee.
"Holly Capulet, our last names mean something. Will you marry me?" Now I feel like I chugged twenty Red Bulls.

"Yes, oh yes!"

"Good! Bueno!"

We embraced and kiss. I remember our first date. We had walked to the set under the moonlight, climbed onto the biggest bed, Aurora's, and had sex. We fell in deep love after that.
Our bodies envelop each other perfectly. Seth Milano, my agent/publicist, puts his hand on my shoulder. I know it's him because I know what his hand feels like. Warm and moist. He gives Alejandro a fake smile and pulls me away.

"What just happened?" he demands.

"Alejandro just proposed to me!" I squeal.

Seth pales. He brushes a long brown lock out of his lips. I can't help but stare; his lips are full, moist, and pink. His nose is a little crooked, and his chin is pointed. In other words, he's an attractive guy, and he's not much older than me, so he remembers what life was like as a sixteen year old teen. He doesn't like Alejandro at all; he thinks he's trouble.

"Are you all right?" I ask him. He clutches my arms.

"Holly, say no. He's no good, he'll lead to bigger problems. Do you know what happened to Denise Williams?"

"Of course. She got an extreme makeover for him, then he dropped her like a hot potato." He nods.
 

"Holly, I don't want that disaster to happen to you. I lov...care, about you too much." I grin.

"I care about you too, Seth." I put my raven-haired head on Seth's chest. I feel around his midsection, remembering how flabby he was when he first started. He was obese, and had no sense of style whatsoever. A little more money, a few lessons in style from Monique, my stylist/personal shopper, and now he's hawt.

He and Alejandro have more in common than they think: they're both typical alpha males, both love anything werewolf related, both have a sorcerer or enchantress ancestor, both have shoulder-length hair, they both are secret computer geeks, the list goes on and on. Like now, they were both wearing the same white Armani shirt but didn't realize it!

Olivia thought it was hilarious. She caught me afterwards and we made fun of them. In addition to my assistant, Olivia is also my best friend. She dropped high school for a douche in New York. She found herself prostituting for money, and I found her and striked up a conversation about New York. I was shooting a romantic comedy, which she loved.

We've been inseperable since. Mom and Dad thought it was a mistake to hire her at first, then they grew to love her like another daughter. Seth thinks of her as a good friend. He's never realized that she's been in love with him since first sight. Not serious, your average high school crush, puppy love.

We go to Angelia's trailer. A few paparazzi are following us, but we ignore them. A reporter whom we've had trouble with; she's spread some nasty rumors, asks me a question but I ignore the witch.
I knock on the door. To everyone's surprise, Angelia opens it, hair messed up, lipstick on her scaringly pretty face.

"Wow, that plastic surgery paid off. Screw that smokin' producer I caught you having a dance-off with?"

"It was a sing-off. And no, someone better." I look around her and get the surprise of my life. It's Alejandro, half naked, makeup on his face. Not his, a girl's. I look at my vindictive, witchy, ugly rival's face. I step up to face her and pour water on her head.

"You...slutty, repulsive-"

I leaped toward her and tried to kill her. But someone grabbed me around the waist. Alejandro cursed. I struggled, trying to free myself from the grabber. He took me into my own trailer. "Holly, calm down!" Seth said. I grabbed his shirt and sobbed into it. "It's okay, it's okay..." he said, trying to soothe me. "Leave, now!" he snipped at the paparazzi. I sobbed until I was out of tears.


The next day, I arrived at our mansion. Mom and Dad heard about everything. They tried to get me to talk about it, but I didn't really want to. My psychiatrist Elizabeth called me and told me I was beautiful. I almost didn't believe her. I may be a spunky, wild girl, but I can really break down when I'm upset. I go to my room, screaming like Regina George when she realizes she's gained weight. I get out my Kill Book, which I made after I saw the movie Mean Girls. I glue the witch's and Alejandro's pictures to the Kill Book.

I stare at myself in the mirror. I realize I'm probably too plain. My skin is tired, my eyes are dull, and my hair is one color. I go to bed and sleep. By the time I wake up, all my stuff is in my room. Seth is rubbing my back. "Hey, baby." he purrs.

"I look like crud."

"No, you don't. You are the most beautiful young woman I know." 
    "Besides Miley Cyrus."
    "No, you're prettier even than her."
    "Lauren Conrad. Hayden. They're both beautiful and blond."
    "But they're blond. I prefer someone with darker hair. Someone with natural waves, a more pale color, natural green eyes. Someone like you." he says.
Is he flirting with me?

I wonder. Yes, he is. I wish he wasn't, but he is. This feeling is so wrong, yet it feels so right. I can't be with Seth. He's almost thirty years old and I'm only sixteen years old.

Seth's lips tasted so good. He was so delicious. Suddenly, he stopped. "I'm sorry. I should not have done that." he said.

"Seth, you can't just kiss a girl then say you don't like it."

"It's not that! I loved it, it's just...you're too young for me. I am twenty eight years old. I-I can't just..." he paused and looked at me. "You're so beautiful, Holly. I swear, I never meant to upset you. I've made a mistake."

"No mistake at all." I leaned up and forward, and kissed him again. He mumbled something. He grasped both my shoulders tightly. I unbuttoned his khaki pants. He eased my pajama pants off. Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. Seth quickly yanked my pants back up.

"Come in." I said, feigning depression. My mother was there.

"Seth, what are you doing here?" she asked, sounding angry.

"I was just checking on her. She needs rest. She wants to take a break from movie making."

"Good, I feel like she's been working too hard."

Frankly, I agreed with her.

I was consumed in a tabloid magazine. Mom had given it to me. Already, things were going downhill. Alejandro was spotted with The Demon Devil Whore, Angelia. I felt like I was drinking poison. Lovely. Brilliant. I thought as Gia gave me a fresh pedicure. My hair was still deep conditioning, and Mara had yet to do my nails, and I still needed a new suit. I had a lot of things to do today, a lot of shopping and I needed to ship a package to Nana and my cousin Alana.

I was not in a good