#Chapter280
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
