POV: Meghan James
I finished up washing in the restroom, sighing before taking a step outside to see the crowds of people around the area, smiling and laughing. Fucking amateurs. I want to go home ugh but I have to stay here more so that the killer can't kill me. Ugh.
I stepped out of the cold bathroom floor and onto the cement floor of the campus. With a wide smile on my face, I changed my body language to what was appropriate for my social profile. Bubbly and sweet as people know me and I decided to head back to those disgusting pigs, I call fans who can't take a fucking hint for once.
Looking around the distance, I could see the groups of fans waving toward me to go over there. I faked an enthusiastic smile and waved back at them while whispering under my breath how I fucking hate them and wish they all die in a car accident.
