Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
The idiot walks down the stairs of the lecture hall, his bodyguards stand only a few inches behind him, a few of them linger by the door. Some others make their way around the class but they stick close to the walls. A few of them stand behind me.
A pout almost leaves my mouth but I hold it back, why do they have to be here? I mean I know why but still. Once the class notices him they wharl up into a frenzy. A girl tries to get him to sign her perfectly white and light pink color themed notebook. Her light pink pen only adds to the theme. I'm sure a sign from him would make it even more alluring to her. A guy tries to get him to sign his remarkably designed t-shirt.
Anyone with eyes could tell his shirt was made by someone who truly loves their craft. The color theme perfectly complements his dark skin tone. The black shirt has beautiful white webs stretched around it. Inside the web a skull rests caught within the confines of the silky string. The crafter even went as far as to make the web's material silk. The design would never look the same with a sign from that idiot.
The bodyguards block the students from touching him. The idiot flashes a bright smile, leaving the room stuck in a trance. Students immediately take out their phones, snapping as many pictures as they can of him before bodyguards push them back.
I've never understood the hype over this man. To me he is a pain in the ass but to them he is a beam of light. Laying my head deeper into my arms I stare at the guy. Sometimes I wish I was like them, living my life not knowing the dark sides to the people everyone looks up to. Wishing I could look up to at least one of them but I know better than that.
My eyes slowly look back up to the man now standing in front of the lecture hall. He stands on the podium and looks up at all of us. At least his outfit isn't so half assed today. He's wearing a black turtle neck accompanied with white lined dress pants. A white suit filled with satin black on the inside flies over his shoulders as if to escape the man's grasp. But they are secured in place by the sleeves that don't seem to want to let go of their owners body.
He is the only reason I came to this crappy university. The only reason I'm still here right now.
The idiot smiles as he looks over at the professor who is now standing to the side. "First I would like to thank Professor Colby for allowing me to be here today." The old man did mention once that some big shot was coming to give a speech to the class. I acted shocked but I don't know how convincing I was, the endless jotting and creating presentations left my brain feeling tired and defenseless. Too tired to even care about what he was talking about.
I scoot myself to the side a bit so I can get a better view of the man without the hair of the students blocking my path. All the information I've collected so far has been sent back home. Today is my last day here, could've left earlier but mother told me to stay a while longer to listen to the speech. It's probably going to be the same generic motivational bullcrap that every speaker spews as if it's not something we've heard since we were kids. The topic is Emotions and Motivations so I reckon that isn't far from possibility.
"As many of you know I'm going to be the main lead for the show Millions Of Pieces On The Floor." A smile tugs on his face, he's clearly eating himself up right now. 
"I wanted to get into the head of the main lead before filming..so I started acting like him everywhere I went." A shaky laugh comes from his mouth. "I got myself into lots of trouble but I managed to transform myself into the character."
He looks up at the class, there must be a intense light escaping the man because everyone seems to be entranced by him, even the professor. 
My eyes finish scanning the room then I bring my attention back to him. Why hadn't I been entranced the way everyone else was? Was the light too bright for me to see? Or was it just that his light was a fake one?