possible. It was hard to believe that Harper was his daughter.
“Yes he’s here and he’s – wait Harper !” Zoe shrieked, pushing a retching Harper towards the trash can. Harper heaved into it.
“Oh my God,” Gemma reached behind her back to lock the door. “Should we take her to the hospital?”
Zoe looked up quizzically. “No? She’s just puking.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“I just need to get her home without the stupid paps seeing,” Zoe mumbled, watching Harper lay down next to the trashcan. “There’s a back exit right?”
“But there are people there,” Gemma said. She had heard her own security team discussing the matter on the red carpet.
“Shit. So what do we do? How do you usually sneak away from your people?” Zoe asked, biting her lip nervously.
Gemma blushed. “I don’t.”
“Really?” Zoe widened her eyes and laughed. “Well we’re going to have to fix that tonight, girly.”
Gemma smiled. “So… are you here with anyone else who can help us?”
“Nope. I mean, people would totally help if I asked, but I wouldn’t trust them not to sell the story.”
Gemma thought hard. “We can go through the back door first and distract the paparazzi.”
“Yeah but who’s going to carry this crazy bitch out?” Zoe nodded towards Harper, who mumbled something unintelligible.
“I mean ‘we’ as in me and Tyler.”
Zoe cocked a dark eyebrow. “ Huh , Miss Queen Bee,” she grinned. “So it’s true what they say about you guys. He won’t tell me a thing.”
Gemma laughed. “Nothing they say is true. We’re just good friends.”
“Yup, don’t believe you at all,” Zoe said, tossing her dark hair back. “I’ll get you to tell me eventually. But in the meantime you need to find Tyler and help us get out of here.”
Gemma soon found herself back in the party, trying to locate Tyler. He found her first.
“Hey, you disappeared,” he said, putting his hand on her back. “I needed you to save me. These interviewers ask the weirdest questions.”
Gemma laughed. “Sorry. Speaking of saving people though, I need your help with something kind of crazy.”
Tyler stopped in his tracks. “I’ll do it.” He smiled at her look of disbelief. “Don’t act surprised. You knew I’d do anything for you.”
“Well,” Gemma bit her lip back sheepishly. She did. “Even if that weren’t true, I’d still ask you over anyone else.” If Lucas weren’t around .
Tyler smiled with satisfaction and took Gemma’s hand. “Well whatever it is, let’s do it.”
~
It was impossible to sneak away from the party attendees, even when the point was to do a bad job of it.
“So when no one’s looking, run to the back exit?” Tyler clarified.
Gemma giggled. “Precisely.”
“You know no one is ever not looking right?” Tyler laughed.
“Well, I’m satisfied with the amount of people not looking right now ,” Gemma said, grateful to the waiter who shattered a champagne flute at that very moment.
“So what are you saying? Go now?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“ Go !” Gemma hissed. She ran to the back exit with Tyler’s hand in hers, both of them laughing uncontrollably. Hollers of excitement and wonder quickly followed them, and by the time they burst through the back door, the paparazzi had already positioned themselves to get a shot of whomever it was coming through. They hooted upon identifying Tyler and Queen Bee, running away from the party together.
“Tyler! Bee! Are you eloping?” they called after them, following the two around the side of the hotel. Gemma ignored them.
“Are you okay running in those?” Tyler asked her in amazement, eyeing her five-inch pumps. Before Gemma could answer, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her like a lifeguard would. Gemma shrieked and covered her mouth in shock as he continued to bolt forward like an Olympic sprinter.
“ Are we
“Yes he’s here and he’s – wait Harper !” Zoe shrieked, pushing a retching Harper towards the trash can. Harper heaved into it.
“Oh my God,” Gemma reached behind her back to lock the door. “Should we take her to the hospital?”
Zoe looked up quizzically. “No? She’s just puking.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“I just need to get her home without the stupid paps seeing,” Zoe mumbled, watching Harper lay down next to the trashcan. “There’s a back exit right?”
“But there are people there,” Gemma said. She had heard her own security team discussing the matter on the red carpet.
“Shit. So what do we do? How do you usually sneak away from your people?” Zoe asked, biting her lip nervously.
Gemma blushed. “I don’t.”
“Really?” Zoe widened her eyes and laughed. “Well we’re going to have to fix that tonight, girly.”
Gemma smiled. “So… are you here with anyone else who can help us?”
“Nope. I mean, people would totally help if I asked, but I wouldn’t trust them not to sell the story.”
Gemma thought hard. “We can go through the back door first and distract the paparazzi.”
“Yeah but who’s going to carry this crazy bitch out?” Zoe nodded towards Harper, who mumbled something unintelligible.
“I mean ‘we’ as in me and Tyler.”
Zoe cocked a dark eyebrow. “ Huh , Miss Queen Bee,” she grinned. “So it’s true what they say about you guys. He won’t tell me a thing.”
Gemma laughed. “Nothing they say is true. We’re just good friends.”
“Yup, don’t believe you at all,” Zoe said, tossing her dark hair back. “I’ll get you to tell me eventually. But in the meantime you need to find Tyler and help us get out of here.”
Gemma soon found herself back in the party, trying to locate Tyler. He found her first.
“Hey, you disappeared,” he said, putting his hand on her back. “I needed you to save me. These interviewers ask the weirdest questions.”
Gemma laughed. “Sorry. Speaking of saving people though, I need your help with something kind of crazy.”
Tyler stopped in his tracks. “I’ll do it.” He smiled at her look of disbelief. “Don’t act surprised. You knew I’d do anything for you.”
“Well,” Gemma bit her lip back sheepishly. She did. “Even if that weren’t true, I’d still ask you over anyone else.” If Lucas weren’t around .
Tyler smiled with satisfaction and took Gemma’s hand. “Well whatever it is, let’s do it.”
~
It was impossible to sneak away from the party attendees, even when the point was to do a bad job of it.
“So when no one’s looking, run to the back exit?” Tyler clarified.
Gemma giggled. “Precisely.”
“You know no one is ever not looking right?” Tyler laughed.
“Well, I’m satisfied with the amount of people not looking right now ,” Gemma said, grateful to the waiter who shattered a champagne flute at that very moment.
“So what are you saying? Go now?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“ Go !” Gemma hissed. She ran to the back exit with Tyler’s hand in hers, both of them laughing uncontrollably. Hollers of excitement and wonder quickly followed them, and by the time they burst through the back door, the paparazzi had already positioned themselves to get a shot of whomever it was coming through. They hooted upon identifying Tyler and Queen Bee, running away from the party together.
“Tyler! Bee! Are you eloping?” they called after them, following the two around the side of the hotel. Gemma ignored them.
“Are you okay running in those?” Tyler asked her in amazement, eyeing her five-inch pumps. Before Gemma could answer, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her like a lifeguard would. Gemma shrieked and covered her mouth in shock as he continued to bolt forward like an Olympic sprinter.
“ Are we
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