Mad women by Taylor Swift

Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy. What about that? And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry. And there's nothing like a mad women, what a shame she went mad,

24 hours. That's how long I have to submit my paperwork for MAD. It's fully written and ready to send with one click of a button. It's 12pm on the 3rd of July. I have until 12pm on the 4th of July. What exactly is stopping me from clicking that button? Jameson Hawthorne. 

Travel the world with Jameson or Follow my dreams to college?

I think deep down I know, I made my choice a long time ago. 

But to send the email? I can't do that until I've told Jameson at least.

Speaking of, I'm currently sitting in an SUV with him. Avery and I had asked Kennedy and Oren to give us a ride to the mall, Max's birthday is coming up and we need to buy her a gift, or at least cards for now. Jameson had insisted to tag along so he slipped into the back of Kennedy's SUV. 

"Her before you" is all Kennedy had told Jameson to which he put his hands up in mock surrender. 

After a painfully long shopping spree, which resulted in us purchasing absolutely nothing, we retreat back to our cars. We get inside while Kennedy and Oren discuss safety measure outside the cars. 

I sit in the passenger seat and Jameson pays attention to me closely.

"You've got a secret" he determines. "And that is?" I ask, he pauses "I don't know yet" 

Then he stays quiet again. That is until he climbs carelessly over the car and scrambles into the drivers seat beside me.

 I glance at him, he's like a child who's been left alone in the car whilst his parents go grocery shopping, he is always doing something. 

"Kiss me." He says seductively. I think for a moment, shrug, and lean into him. Passionately kissing his soft lips. 

I take my seat belt off and climb onto his lap, taking his hair in my hands whilst his rest on my lower back, desperately resisting the urge to slide down. 

Click.

I hear it before he does. 

Click.

I pull apart from our kiss and take a moment to listen just in case I'm imagining it. "What are you-"

Click.

He noticed it that time. He looks past me beyond the front window. A spread of anger and a little fear takes over his face. He gently but urgently places me off his lap onto my seat and opens the car door. He is quick but not quick enough. 

The paparazzi is already gone. Is it paparazzi or just a perv with a camera? Kennedy and Oren now notice and run quickly in front of the car, I join the three as they watch carefully to try and spot another culprit but it appears it has been a one man job. 

"Fuck!" I yell kicking the curb beside me. Jameson walks back towards me and gives me a quick hug but I nudge him off. He gives me a strange look. "The last thing we need right now is more evidence against us." I justify. 

"Evidence?" He asks confused. "Evidence we're together." I explain. His eyes scrunch together, "Would it be such a bad thing if people did find out we're together?" He asks. "How can you even say that?" I ask back, astounded with how he could possibly suggest that. 

He takes a moment to think. 

"Paris? Are you ashamed to be with me?" He asks deadly seriously. I pause. "Are you fucking kidding me? Of course I'm not ashamed. I don't want people to see those photos because I'm currently 'dating Grayson'. You know how much shit I get for dating him? Right. You don't because you're not the one getting death threats, or being slut shamed, some people literally going to the lengths of saying they wish that shot had killed me. Excuse me for not telling people I'm with my 'boyfriends' brother." I yell back. 

He looks at me, with anger in his eyes. "I've been getting those kind of threats since I was first born. You think I give a shit? I don't. If people find out we're together it won't be great for me either but you know why I want people to know? Because I love you." He yells.

"Are you trying to turn this into a contest about who gets the most threats? I don't care Jameson. You might be okay with it because you love me but no matter how much I love someone I'm not taking that shit." 

"Well guess what Paris. Life's hard. Sometimes you just need to ignore the shit they throw at you. If you can't do that then fuck knows how you'll make it through." 

"Fuck you." I spit. 

I start walking away from him, down the street. 

"Where the hell are you going?" He yells. "I need some space." I yell back.

"Last time you stormed away like this you were out for hours in the rain with three strangers threatening you and the time before that you were shot so good luck with that." He scoffs. 

I stick up my middle finger to him in response. 

Shit. 

That was like a real fight wasn't it?

Are we broken up?

Is this like the last straw?

He was right about one thing. It's not safe out here alone. 

I pick up my phone.

Avery, Jameson, Kennedy and Oren are off limits.

I can't call Grayson, that's cruel. 

Libby? I can try her.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hey Libs" I say when she picks up. 

"You okay Pear? Did you and Avery get anything for Max?" She asks.

"No, not yet. Are you busy right now?" I ask. "Well I'm just starting a batch of cupcakes so not really but what is it you need, I can stop." She offers.

"No, it's no big deal. I'll see you soon. Love you" 

"Love you" 

No Avery, Jameson, Kennedy, Oren, Grayson or Libby.

I try another number. 

Ring. 

Ring.

Ring.

"Paris, to what do I owe the pleasure of this pleasant phone call?" Xander asks hyperactively. "Y'know a simple 'how are you' would be sufficient." I laugh. "How are ya?" 

"Not bad. You?" I ask, "Splendid" he says. "Whatcha doing?" I ask curiously. "Building a robot." He says as if its a completely normal activity. 

I open my mouth to reply but I'm cut off by the sound of an explosion, followed by a couple crashes, a slight yelp of 'ouch' and a fire alarm ringing.

"My eyebrows were just starting to grow back." He sighs.

"I think you've got bigger priorities right now, I'll leave you to it. Talk later"

"Later" he confirms.

I hang up. 

Do I have anyone else to go to?

There's always Nash.

I'll give it a try. I call him.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hello?" He asks in his thick accent. "Howdy." I somewhat mock. 

"What do you want?" He sighs, knowing I want something. "What are you doing right now?" I cut straight to the point.

"Watching your sister struggle to separate two cupcake cases." He laughs, clearly teasing her through me. "I'm doin' nothin' kid. Why? What d'ya need?" He asks.

"Could you potentially give me a ride? Or like send someone to. Jameson and I had a fight and I stormed away." I explain. 

"Where are you? Send a pin of your location" he orders. "Okay" I say. He hangs up. I send the pin of my location. 10 minutes later there he is, on his motor cycle.

"Hop on kid." He tells me. I don't argue, instead I jump on the back and hold him tightly. He starts driving us back to the house and eventually we arrive. 

I slide off and he does too. "Thanks Nash" I smile. "No problem kid. Was the fight anything you wanna talk about?" He asks, "No. Paparazzi snapped a photo of us at a bad time is all." I explain.

"Well just let me know if you ever wanna talk." He says. I smile gratefully and walk inside. 

I sit in my room behind my desk and watch the time click by, my email confirming my attendance staring back at me. 

22 hours left.

I sit and stare.

21 hours left.

I bite my nails anxiously. 

One hit of a button. I know I'll have to do it at some point but to do it is the hardest part.

20 hours and 30 minutes.

My finger lingers over the button. 

Knock.

I sigh. "Jameson, I really don't feel like talking to you right now." I say.

"Well it's a good thing I'm not Jameson." Alisa says from behind the door. 

I stand up and open the door immediately. She wears a black power suit.

"Entrée s'il vous plait." I smile falsely. "Trouble in paradise?" She asks walking inside. "How did you guess?" I ask sarcastically. 

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely visit?" I grin ironically.

"Two reasons. None of which will make you happy I can imagine." She tells me, "Brilliant, go ahead" I encourage flatly.

"A photo has been leaked." She goes straight to the point. "Fuck" I mutter. "Oren told me about your outburst. Stories have already begun and for that reason, I strongly advise you to stay off media for the time being." She advises me.

"Fucking brilliant" I scoff as I whip out my phone. "Paris." She warns, I ignore her and open social media. I find the trending posts and look at the comments.

It's one thing to date someone for money but to cheat on him with his own brother.

Skank.

Gold digger.

Whore.

Slut.

I knew this family was fucked up but shit, this girl just won't stop.

Poor Grayson.

I used to laugh at those articles accusing this kid of manipulating this family but god, it really is true, she's got both boys wrapped around her finger whilst theirs are in her. 

Someone show this to Grayson Hawthorne.

If I were in Texas right now I'd finish what that Daniel kid started. She's really pissing me off.

Sleazy motherfucker.

 I don't know what these boys see in her, she's fucking ugly.

I don't know if I should feel bad for her or want her dead. She clearly has issues.

Bitch.

Can't wait until someone shoots her again. She's all I see on the news with all her drama. 

I clench my jaw and throw my phone on the floor. I walk towards it and stomp on it harshly. And again until it's broken into tiny pieces.

Alisa frowns sympathetically.

"What's the second thing? Can't possibly get worse than this." I ask. 

She hesitates. "Tommorow is the Fourth of July. We will attend a parade where all four Hawthorne boys will make their traditional speech, this year Avery will also have to make a statement and we've decided it would be nice if you and Libby also said something. After that, we will watch a firework show, enjoy a barbecue and retire to the Hawthorne house for a small party." She informs me.

"As fantastic as that sounds-" I start. "You're going!" Avery cuts me off from the doorway. "I'll be there" I smile with false enthusiasm.