I loathe you Saga(Victory's Loathe story):On the cover of a magazine(2)

I was with my two best, Jasmine Jonas(as you remember, she's my cousin), and Demi Lovato's daughter, Rebecca Dunlap, at a mall.
"To think, he was trying to get me, to kiss him!" I faked anger.
Every store we walked by, Rebecca looked at.
"I dont know Victory, his brothers are cute, especially Jason." she said smiling.
Typical Jasmine, she forgets the obvious important thing of a situation.
"you are forgetting the rule, our Mom's dont want us to grow fond of ANY Lively's!" I told her.
A little late for me, but I didnt need to admit that to them.
Rebecca's eyes widened,as she saw a magazine in a rack.
"uh, guys.."
Jasmine cut her off, as usual.
"Victory, were twenty years old, our Mom's cant keep telling us what to do." She protested.
Very true, but for once in my young adult life, I think I'm with my mom on this one.
"Guys!" Rebecca screamed louder this time.
We both looked at her.
Rebecca hardly ever spoke, unless it was something really important.
Sighing, she held up a magazine for us to see.
"Victory's on a magazine."
Jasmine's eyes about poped out of her head, as my mouth dropped open.
But it wasnt me alone, I was with a person, and words on the magazine that were a big lie.
Jeremy with his arms around me, and big bold letters saying:"Is Victory falling for Jeremy?"
"Oh no." I said slowly.
As the words left my lips, people surrounded me with camera's, and bright flashes, paparazzi's.
Jasmine,and Rebecca were instantly separated from me, and I was hounded by questions all to do with Jeremy.
"Is it true, your dating a Lively?"
"Has kissed you?"
"Does he truly love you?"
I couldnt think, I couldnt see, I could barely breath.
Turns out I'm still claustrophobic.
Someone grabbed my hand, I looked up to see a guy in sun glasses, a hoodie, and a baseball cap.
"Come with me." he said.
I didnt know the stranger, but I trusted him.
He pulled me out of the mess of a crowd, and we took off down the hallway.
I was at a lost.
Everything about this person seemed familiar.
His touch, his voice, but who?
The paparazzi long gone behind us, he led me outside an emergency exit.
When we were out by a car, I finally asked: "Who are you?"
The boy laughed.
"Why, Victory, you dont remember me?"
I know that voice!
The boy removed his gear, revealing his true identity, my anger suddenly returning.
"You! what re you doing here?!" I screamed at Jeremy.
He stifled a laugh.
"Well, I was going to the mall, 'Low key' and that's when I saw you swamped, and thought you could use some help." He said it all with a huge smile that said: "I'm clearly proud of myself."
Oh Dag-gone, what was it with British boys, and their irresistible dimple smiles?"
"you make me sick." I growled.
His smile widened.
"To bad,not only do you have to see my face all the time, but your face, and my face will have to be pressed together." He replied, demonstrating with his hands pressed together as if two people were kissing.
My eyes widened.
Oh please, tell me he's half lying!
The look in his eyes told me one thing,..
He was sincere.