"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome Jason Grace!"

Jason bounded out on to the stage to meet the sports talk show host. The blinding crowd cheered, and Jason flipped on his signature smile. That just made the fanatic girls in the front row scream even more, and they madly waved around their I Love Jason signs, trying to catch his eye.

Jason shook hands with the talk show host, Jake Mason, and sat down on the blue couch across from him. The host didn't waste any time, and as soon as the crowd died down he began to ask questions.

"So, Jason Grace, how is your career as the star quarterback for the Tiber Eagles so far this season?" Jake Mason asked intently.

Jason chuckled. "It's great! I love football, I love the fame, and of course, the women!" The girls screamed and yelled.

Jake Mason smirked. "Mr. Grace, you've been in pro-football for five years at the end of this season. Some of your fans are curious about your love life. You seem to have short relationships, take hundreds of women on dates without making it official, and still remain single most of the time. What's going on with your love life?"

Great, Jason thought. Jason flashed a fake smile and answered. "Jake, listen to me. I'm committed to the game right now, there's just no time for serious relationships. If it's just a little nightly fling, sure, okay. But nothing serious for me."

"What about your long time friend, Reyna? You guys seem pretty close…even romantically close as some might suggest," Jake pressed on.

Jason shook his head. "No, there's nothing between us two other than friendship. Reyna's been my best friend since college, and a relationship could possibly ruin that. I'm sure you understand, Jake," Jason responded. Reyna was not going to be happy with that answer.

The host didn't look satisfied, but thankfully he moved on. "You have the big first game against the Carthage Elephants tomorrow. This game will determine your team's status compared to the rest for the season's start. Are you feeling confident about it?"

Jason leaned back and smirked. "Of course. The Elephants are a bunch of pushovers. How they even made a team this season is a mystery to me! It'll be an easy game," Jason said cockily.

"Very positive attitude you have there, Jason! How about your teammates? Rumor has it that they say you are controlling and an attention hog. How do you feel about that?" Jake asked interestedly. From behind the curtain, the teleprompter signaled that they had thirty seconds left.

"Well, whatever they say is obviously out of jealousy. I mean, not everybody is blessed with talent, charm, and good looks like I am. They just need to get their head out of my business and into the game, that's all I have to say!" Jason stated firmly.

Jake nodded. "Well thanks for giving us your outlook on things, Jason. Unfortunately, we're out of time," the host said. He got up from his chair, and Jason followed his lead. Jake Mason grabbed his arm and held it up champion style.

"Let's hear it for Jaaa-son Grace!" Jake yelled to the crowd.

The crowd up people screamed and flashed their cameras. Some even threw posters and personal items. Jason just smiled and waved as he walked of the stage.

The backstage people immediately took him into their hands, removing the microphone and getting him back to normal. In no time, Jason was heading out the door surrounded by his bodyguards and hopping into the back of his personal limo, the paparazzi screaming and flashing their cameras.

Jason stretched out across the black leather seats and checked his phone. Five new messages. Jason read the first four, and they were basically the same; congratulating him on his excellent interview with Jake Mason. The last however, was from Reyna.

We need to talk. Tonight. At the party.

Jason winced. Reyna was definitely upset with him, no doubt about it. Jason knew Reyna had had a crush on him since freshman year in college, but he didn't feel like he was ready for a relationship with her. Sure, Reyna was pretty, confident, beautiful, and everything else, and everyone expected them to start dating, but Jason didn't want to. He didn't feel the same way.

Maybe he wasn't thinking of her in that way, that was what was wrong. No, that couldn't be it. Jason liked being single. Free to flirt with who he wanted, no worries about doing something wrong. And if he did, just move on to the next girl. There were plenty of them to go around, Jason was like a girl magnet.

Jason sighed in content. He couldn't wait for the party tonight. He was throwing one at his house in a pre-game celebration, and it was going to be epic. Jason had ordered the best alcohol, the best caterers, and the best guests. It would be perfect to get into the spirit of things. His coach might not approve, but Jason honestly didn't care as long as he still got paid.

Jason glanced out the windows at the big city. Tiber. It was his home city, and one of the most populated in the country. Skyscrapers claimed the skies, and cars and people rapidly moved about the city. This city lived for Jason.

The limo came to a stop in front of his apartment building, Bunker 9. The sleek, rich apartments climbed sky-high, with one apartment being up to three floors big. The richest people in Tiber lived here, Jason claiming the top two floors. The doorman and owner, Leo Valdez waited at the sparkling doors for Jason to get out.

The doors of the limo opened, and Jason grabbed his phone and strutted out confidently, making some girls on the sidewalk giggle. Jason winked at them and met Leo at the door.

"Hey, look! It's the famous Eagle's quarterback, Jason Grace! How did the interview go, man?" Leo asked as he opened the door.

Jason smirked. "Awesome, as usual. What's wrong with you, anyway?"

Leo closed the door and looked at Jason oddly. "What do you mean?"

"You own the richest apartment building in Tiber, you're probably one of the richest people, and yet you still are a doorman! Why don't you just hire one and do something else? And you even fix the problems here on your own without hiring a repair man!" Jason said in amazement.

Leo lightly laughed. "Again, no thanks, I'll have to pass on that one. I've seen how fame and money get to a person's head and change them. Being the doorman kinda keeps me from that," Leo explained. "And I like fixing things! If something goes wrong, I can blame myself, and I know exactly what went wrong!" he added defensively.

Jason chuckled and walked across the ivory floors and into the elevator. "Whatever, man!"

Jason typed in 52 in the elevator buttons. The doors closed, and the elevator went upward. Nobody came on, most of the residents were at work, shopping, or doing something else.

He was left to his thoughts as the elevator slowly climbed towards his apartment. Jason didn't understand Leo. Why would he have all that money and not do anything about it? Jason had asked him several times about this, and Leo always replied with the same things. Sure, Leo had a bad time with girls, and maybe just people in general. But anybody's willing to hang out with someone rich! Not very many people even knew Leo owned Bunker 9.

The elevator dinged pleasantly and opened, and Jason walked out into his small hallway. Jason opened his leather wallet and pulled out his security card and slid it through the slot on the silver door handle. The light turned green. Jason slid it through his mailbox, grabbed the mail, and strutted into his apartment.

Jason's apartment was very modern, with white walls, and silver and black furniture. It was very clean other than some random things thrown here and there that the maids hadn't cleaned up yet. The glassy white floor sparkled in the afternoon sunlight streaming in from the large windows. The floor he was currently on had the living room, kitchen, dining room, and guest room with a small bathroom. The second floor was completely dedicated to his bedroom, weights room, and bathroom.

Jason walked to the kitchen grabbed a Pepsi out of the refrigerator, and plopped down on the couch, mail in hand. He opened the Pepsi, took a drink, and set it on the black coffee table while kicking off his shoes. After he was comfortable, Jason leaned back at looked at his mail.

The first three were bills. No problem, he had plenty of money. The next two were sports magazines. He flipped through them quickly, found a few articles about himself, read them, and tossed them over his shoulder with the bills. The last one was a celebrity magazine.

On the front cover was a beautiful girl with choppy chocolate colored hair and a boy with dark brown hair kissing happily on a beach. Through the picture was a giant red X, with the headline: Piper McLean and Dylan Miller Break It Off- Read To Find Out Why. Pg 62.

Curious, Jason flipped to the page and read the article, which was surrounded by pictures of their relationship together.

Last Saturday night, the famous actor Tristan McLean's daughter, Piper, and pop sensation Dylan Miller went on what was expected to be a great date. They arrived peacefully at a local restaurant, and seemed to be having a lovely time together, until McLean pulled something out of her purse (Later identified as a picture) and showed Miller.

They began to argue loudly, disrupting the who restaurant," a source shared with us. "Piper was apparently accusing Dylan of cheating, and she had pictures to prove it!"

Though no one knows exactly what the picture was of, one thing is for sure: Dylan cheated on McLean, and she had found out. What's going on with our beloved ex-couple now?

Well, Dylan Miller was seen at his recording studio shortly after the break. He seemed unaffected and acted like nothing had happened. Was Miller with Piper McLean for the fame boost? The world will never know.

As for Miss Piper McLean, she has not been spotted since that night. Is the daughter of Tristan McLean too heartbroken to show herself? From past pictures, she seemed really committed to her relationship with Miller, so is it the end for her? We can only hope not.

Rumor has it that Tristan McLean will be attending the pre-game party at none other than the famous Jason Grace's house. In attempt to find more information on this tragic breakup, our team will be at the scene to hopefully get a quote. Maybe luck will be on our side, and we'll get a glimpse of Jason Grace's mysterious love life as well!

Until next time, Lacy Chandler

Jason snorted. Of course they had to add something in about him and his relationships. And Jason would have to be sure and call in for extra security, he didn't want the annoying paparazzi ruining his party just because one of his guest's daughters had a tragic breakup. Who cares?

Party. What time was it? Jason pulled out his phone. 7:10 already? Jason jumped up, and the magazine fell to the ground. He had less than an hour to get the caterers here and get ready!

Jason blamed it on the article.

Sooo I'm trying something new. I know not everything in here can possibly be true, so let's just pretend, okay? (:

And I totally made up the names of the teams and cities. It didn't feel right using real ones, I don't know.

Thanks for future reviews!