"Jasper! Jasper? Jasper! Jasper, look this way! Jasper, over here!" The paparazzi all scream in my ears. I'm surprised I'm not deaf after occasions like these. Usually, I know why they're bothering me, always something to do with my mom, but frankly, this time I have no idea what they want from me. I just continue walking, pretending like I don't hear them. I'm usually not mean to the paparazzi, I answer all the questions that they have to ask me, but today is really not the day for me.
"Jasper! Jasper! Is it true that you're involved with Dane Pulaski's nephew?"
I sigh. So, maybe I do know why they're bothering me. It's been like this for the past almost two weeks now. It's really beginning to get on my nerves, and that's actually really hard to do. There's only really on person who can set me off that easily. But it's really none of their business whether or not I'm in a relationship with Eric Pulaski or not.
"Are you sexually involved with him?"
I manage to suppress a giggle. I don't know why I want to laugh at that so bad, but it seems weird that they would want to know anything that specific. So, if I was, I wouldn't tell you.
"Miss O'Heart! Miss O'Heart? Can I ask you a question?"
I stop jogging. For the past six blocks they have been following me, without let up. As a matter of fact, it seems that I picked up a few more than I thought I had. Good God. I lean over on my knees to try to catch my breath. The paparazzi seems to quiet while I do.
If anything, living the way I do - where all your personal business is out in the open, there's no privacy, and your reputation is always at stake - it's not easy. I'm pretty good at handling myself properly and in a decent manner at all times, even in private, because you just never know. But, I'm human, and I make mistakes, and sometimes I need my space - like now.
I turn towards the paparazzi. They hold their microphones and recordes and inch closer to my face. I carefully plan out in my head what I'm about to say, because saying even the slightest wrong thing, could ruin it all for me, or be taken out of context and used against me.
"Eric Pulaski," I pause. They lean in closer to me. "Eric Pulaski is my friend."
With that I leave them and jog off.