When we arrive at LAX, it is complete and utter chaos. There are paparazzi fucking everywhere grabbing at us and shouting out questions. I tuck Bella tight into my side and try my best to maneuver us through the crowd without losing my temper. It's a futile effort though, because by the time Jacob and Jared catch up to us, I have already spouted my mouth off twice and shoved some fuckhead of a reporter away by his face. Great, a fucking lawsuit, just what I need.
and I have the nerve to wonder where my reputation comes from...
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