Chapter 52

#Chapter 52

I make sure to put my heels back on before doing anything else.

As I make my way towards the door I notice my girl smirk with amusement at my decision to stuff my face.

I do this more often than I would like to admit.

/"Do you want me to watch your meat?/" She jokes

I silently nod my head, still chewing the portion that is in my mouth.

/"Good luck, Freckles/" she teases me

I glare at her cocky facial expression as I exit the dressing room with my manager and the lanky boy.

Heather scrolls through her iPad as we make our way down the crowded hallway.

I eventually swallow the portion of my burger that was in my mouth, upset that I did not bring the entire thing with me.

Heather pulls out a napkin and wipes away the ketchup and mayonnaise from my face, not wanting me to go out on stage with it on my face.

/"Have you checked your comments recently?/" The lady asks me