Zoey's Point of View.

My legs carried me around the backstage room of the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, bumping and stumbling upon the people who stood in my way. I had my eyes focused on the back of Ashton's head, and I wasn't about to lose him.

"ASHTON!" I called out. "ASHTON WAIT!"

He only walked quicker with the sound of my call. Feeling my legs rise with heat, I ignored the pain and kept following behind him. His name kept replaying off my mouth.

There came a moment where he finally stopped.

I immediately stopped myself from crashing into his back. Before I could look up, Ashton turned around. His gaze dropped on me, flames ignited from his features. The stern look of solid anger was yet to be wiped off his face.

"Why are you still following me?" He eyes pinned in anger.

The emotion he gave off was intimidating. Everything about him: his eyes, his expression, even his tone.. There was none of it and that was scary..

"Leave me alone, Zoey." He started to spin back around.

I grabbed a hold of his arm before he could fully turn. He was not walking away from me. Not after I spent a good two minutes chasing behind him.

Ashton's eyes trailed from my hand on his arm to my wide eyes. Pinning his eyes one last time, he gave me another nasty look. With that, he rapidly angrily swayed his arm away from my hold.

I nervously swallowed the lump on my throat as his eyes looked right through my soul.

"Ash.."

"I can't believe you, Zoey." He later interrupted me. His tone replicating complete disappointment. "How long were you with him?"

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Seeing his reaction was going to kill me the most.

"Since Coachella." My eyes opened again, deciding that I had to stand up for myself and face my problems.

Ashton's eyes went blank. I could tell he was getting anxious by the way he placed a hand over his belt and the other rubbing his stubbled chin. His eyes made it difficult to look at me.

"Three months." He sighed.

I felt a rush of adrenaline strike through my body as he looked back at me. The hand he held over his chin fell to the other side of his waist; gripping the belt.

"You've been with Jack for three months, and never bothered to tell me?" He raised his voice, taking a step closer to me.

His body now shadowed over my small one. My eyes looked around the room and noticed we've caught the attention of a couple of people.. Models and important people included. Now I was really terrified.

"Ash, this isn't the place..."

"No." He interrupted. "This is the perfect place." A sarcastic smile curved upon his lips. "You knew I was on to you about dating someone. I told you I suspected you were dating.. Why didn't you tell me it was Jack?!"

Anger rose in his tone.

"I didn't know how you'll react!" My tone rose to level with his. "Look, we both cared about you. And you were the one that made up that stupid rule about no dating other members. We were waiting for the right time." I explained.

"Oh, and finding you two making out three months later was the right time?"

"You weren't suppose to see that." I shook my head. As if that was any excuse..

"Oh well that makes me feel so much better!" He answered sarcastically.

Ashton grew angrier by the second but managed to hold it all in. I knew he became a little aggressive when it came to him growing angry. He knew it too which is why he had to take a second and breathe.

"You know, I thought you were better than that." He pinned his eyes down at me. His body turned and once again started moving towards the exit.

I became appalled by his remark. Okay, I understand that what I did was wrong, but who is he to react this way about it?

"What do you mean? All I did was like a guy?" I defended, following behind his steps.

"Yeah, MY BEST FRIEND!" He exclaimed.

I was taken back by his loud tone of voice. The rage I was drawing from him was frightening.

"Do you love each other?" He questioned.

"What?"

"Do you two love each other?" He asked again.

My heart began to beat out of my chest. The anxiety of not knowing if he was going to be upset with my response or not was eating me alive.

Just be honest Zo... Just be honest...

"I don't know? Ash, we never have time to really be with each other." I replied.

"Right, because you were too busy hiding from the world." He pinned his eyes again.

I looked down feeling nothing but ashamed. As much as I wanted to be honest with him.. There was a lot to be honest about; and just when I believe I got him calm enough, another truth must come out to rage him again.

"Zoey.." My name fell bitterly from his mouth. "Who else knew about you two?"

I looked up at him but wasn't able to make any words. He saw right through me...

"Did our friends know?!" He exclaimed.

I had no other option but to suck it up and just let it all out.

"Yes.." My head ducked.

I jolted back up with the sound of Ashton's hands clasping loudly. "Great! So everyone knew but me."

"Sarah doesn't know." I paused. "Or at least.. Didn't?" With all the chaos that happened in that room, I wouldn't be surprise if she put two in two together or even if the guys told her. I am such a horrible friend...

"Wow." Ash couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I give you a place to live. I treat you like my own sister! Zo, I let you into my life! How do you think that makes me feel?" He looked at me. The pain vivid in his eyes. "To be betrayed and lied to by my own blood?"

His words stabbed me right in heart; and for once, I couldn't blame him. I deserved to hear every word he felt, but I couldn't be beat down by them either. I had my reasons for what I did.

"You wouldn't let us be together."

"Damn right I wouldn't." He shook his head.

"And why is that?" I asked.

He stepped back closer to me. His close encounter shocked me into taking a couple more steps back "How well do you even know Jack?"

I looked up at him just inches away from me. The look on my face was a straight as a line.

"First off, I'm not stupid? I wouldn't be with a guy I knew was bad for me? Jack is a good guy." I explained.

"Yeah. Okay." He scoffed.

"He's your best friend, Ash!" I reminded him.

"Not anymore he's not." He shook his head. "A friend wouldn't pull a stunt like this."

"So then take it out on me!" My hands met my chest. "I was the one that wanted to keep us a secret until I knew it was going to be serious."

"Stop playing hero, Zoey. You are just as much to blame for this as he is."

"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!" The words bursted out of me in the heat of the moment.

I was annoyed; nervous too.

My reaction surprised both of us. Staring at each other, Ash didn't seem nothing more than amused. I was confused?

"Damn right I'm not." His hands rubbed the bottoms of his chin. "I wouldn't have a whore for a daughter!"

His eyes stared into my blank ones.

His words left me speechless... Shocked. But most of all, devastatingly hurt...

He turned away from me, not saying another word.

I didn't follow this time. I was unable to move.

My mouth was held agape; hand over heart as I felt the pain pounding into my chest..

The water could be felt rising below my eyelids. Tears immediately started building up; waiting to burst from their place.

Ashton called me a whore....

Me.. A whore...                            By my own Cousin...

Out of everything he said to me, that was the most painful. He actually thought of me that way... My own cousin...

Now I really blew it.

***

Jack's Point of View.

Michael Espinosa's words kept replaying in my mind like a broken record.

"Jack, I'd like you to meet Madison Beer.. You're new girlfriend."

The world stopped spinning for a second as I let in the new information sink to my mind.

Was he being serious?

No, I mean really?

What kind of a person just walks up to another and claims that a total stranger is going to be his new girlfriend?

"I'm sorry.. Girlfriend?" I asked, rather pissed at the subject.

I have a girlfriend, thank you very much. One to which I don't plan on changing anytime soon.

Mr. Espinosa seemed rather amused with the subject. Not to mention, my reaction. How could a man behave so low of himself?

"That's right! Madison is going to be your new girlfriend." His hand gestured over to the girl again.

Oh this was so not the time! My real girlfriend is out there trying to pick up the pieces of a mess we created together while I'm here with this man who now tells me I have a new girlfriend? You can say I lost my respect for this guy.

I held my tongue. There was so much shit I would've blown into his face right now. Not only is he holding me back from what I have to do, but he's also making decisions for me and the two are not something you should be messing with right now... But again, I held it all in. This guy is way too important to be pissing off or even bad mouthing. I'm not with the rest of the guys and Lord knows I start babbling shit I don't really mean when I'm heated. The only way to completely assure myself of not saying anything I'll regret later is simply to hold it all in and just breathe...

"Thanks but, I'll pass.." I released.

The look on Michael's enthused features changed drastically. The edge of his lips pulled down into a frown. The emotion he was notorious for lacking, disappeared and he was back to his original, grumpy self.

"You'll pass?" He emphasized with bitterness dripping from the word.

The guy was intimidating, and he held my entire future in his hands. Shit Jack.. SHIT!

"No offense but.. I don't even know her?" I shrugged.

I waited for Mr. Espinosa to respond but became surprised when a softer voice jumped in instead.

"Don't worry, I don't know you either.." The girl standing besides Michael, also known as Madison, acknowledged.

Mr. Espinosa wasn't so pleased. It lead me to believe that he was really hoping that this would be good for me?

"Let me let you in on something, Jack." His voice deeply mumbled. "This is the music industry. It's a tough on to beat and having the wrong connections won't get you anywhere either..."

I remained listening to him, wondering what kind of bullshit was about to come out of his mouth.

"Scooter Braun..." He looked back at the man. "He discovered Justin Bieber." He paused, this time looking back at the girl. "Madison Beer.. She's Justin's latest prodigy." His hand met the top of my shoulder. "Listen Son. Right now you need all the recognition you can get. Madison here, can also use the help. Two upcoming stars, huge background influence... Together, you two will become the greatest power couple in the industry!"

I pondered over the idea... "There's only one problem..." I paused. "We're not a couple..."

Locking my jaw, I pushed my way through both men. Both, Scooter and Micheal Espinosa watched me in shock as I stormed out of their side. My heart raced; not knowing if I should be scared or relieved that I got out of there like that. Whatever the feeling should be.. I know that I just had to find Zoey.

Pushing and shoving my way through the crowd I kept my attention aware for the sight of them.

God, I could only imagine the shouting going on between them. Ashton is hard headed, and Zoey is ten times worse. Both hold that quality but when mixed together, it can be dangerous. I don't want either of them getting more hurt than they should be; and it was up to me to be there from the beginning. Obviously, things took a drastic turn when I stumbled upon Scooter and Michael. But I'm out of there now, maybe I'm not too late..?

"Excuse me.." I softly mumbled, ducking and swirling through the whole backstage.

The thought that they probably made it all the way out of the building by now starting flooding to the front of my mind. Knowing the two, metaphorically speaking, they were probably throwing rocks at each other. I knew I had to find them and I had to find them quick.

Raising my head, I started planning my intended passage towards the exit of the building... But it wasn't until I was abruptly stopped by the sight of a dark haired girl beating me to it, that I didn't start racing. It was MY girl...

I sprinted across the crowd. My vision never moving away from Zoey as she held her hands above her face. My mind spun with questions. I could only imagine what happened between her and Ashton. The answer is pretty clear; she found him and he just rambled out some shit I'm sure he didn't even mean. Which leads us back to this...

There was no time excuses. I left behind some pretty pissed off people due to my shoving but I didn't care. All of this commotion just brought me back to the night where I really fell for Zoey. The night where she found out she had a brother she never knew about. The night where she too went crying out of the room to be alone.

"Zoey!" I called out.

She wasn't too far away but there was plenty of noise going around with the whole show.   I pushed my legs harder as she opened the back door; tears becoming noticeable as they ran down her cheek.

She was here one moment and gone the next.

I didn't stop for nothing. As I came closer to the exit door, I was relieved that there was no one else too close around. No one had to be here for this but us.

My hand slammed onto the door, pushing the door open. A cold breeze hit me as I took the rapid step outside; a siren ringing out from afar somewhere. And there she was... She noticed me the second I busted through that door. I could tell by her body language that she was frightened; but not only because of my vigorous entrence, if not, frightened by what I assume she talked about with Ashton.

"Jack.." Her voice cracked.

I watched my heart split into two as her lips pouted. She couldn't hold in the tears she was trying so hard to fight in. I couldn't let myself keep watching her like this. From that moment on, I did just as I had done the last time this happened. My arms widened enough to clasp around her, bringing her body closer to mine. One arm came around her neck, holding her close to my heart as she let the painful tears out to be released in a cry. My other arm rubbed small circles around back, providing some sort of relief or comfort from all of this. As much as I wanted to break down along with her; I knew I couldn't. I had to be strong for her; for us. The girl of my dreams is now broken. And though I told myself I wasn't going to let that happen again; I had to be even stronger because I knew I let myself down. I let her down.

I caused her pain.

My arms held her closer with every cry she let out. I supported her as I felt her body grow weaker.

No. No no no...

Why is she taking this so hard on herself!? What the Hell did Ashton tell her!?

The unanswered questions were driving me insane. As much as I just wanted to be there for Zoey.. I knew I couldn't accomplish any of that if I didn't have some answers.

I pulled away just enough to get a good glance at her. Even in this dim lighting from out back, you can see the makeup smearing down the corners of her eyes. She was red, cheeks puffed up from her cry. You can touch the anxiety on her. Just by even looking at her, you could sense the shaking of her body. God... What the Hell happened back there?

"Zoey.." I tried to calm her down.

She remained shaking.

"Zoey." I tried again. This time settling a strand of hair behind her ear; away from her face.

Looking at me in the eyes seemed like an impossible task for her. I gently took hold of her chin with my thumb and index finger to help her with the task. I needed her to look at me.

"Breathe." I replicated the action for her convenience.

It took a few attempts, but I had to say, I narrowed it down for her to do just that. With a little grip on her shoulder and strict eye contact, she gave in to just that. That was all I needed.

Once she was calm and settled enough, I began to talk.

"Are you okay? What happened in there? Did you talk to Ashton?"

Her eyes read the obvious answer.

"What did he tell you?"

"Everything I needed to hear." She answered with a tone full of pain.

"Now I don't think that's true." I shook my head. Sliding my hand behind her neck, I gently started to squeeze before rubbing small circles.

Her eyes fell down to her fiddling fingers on the front of my t-shirt. I've noticed this is something she usually does when she wants to hide her true feeling from me. She finds anything on me; a shirt, a belt, zipper of a jacket, even my hair or the back of my ear at times and she just starts messing around with it. Yes Zoey, I've grown to know you too..

"This was all a mistake. From the beginning." She shook her head.

I lead myself to believe that was the whole heat of the moment still going through her mind.

I let out a deep breath.

"So you mean to tell me that dating me was a mistake?" I asked reassuringly.

Her eyes shot right back up to me once I said that. Now that was a look I was pleased to see.

"Don't you ever say that!" She vigorously stated. Relaxing once again, the fiddling on my shirt continued. "I meant the hiding.."

"We both knew Ashton wouldn't ever let us be together." I had to brace myself for what I was about to say... Something I never said before on my life. "He'd make our lives miserable, and Zo.. you are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

My heart beat out of my chest with words. Zoey's face smiled up at me, finding just the comfort I was hoping to draw from her in my words. I was expecting her to say something in return. Much to my surprise, her smile quickly disappeared back into a frown.

"We broke him, Jack." She almost whispered. "He was my own cousin; my own blood. And he resented me." Her eyes looked back up to me. "He felt betrayed by me... He.. He..." The next words seemed impossible for her to repeat. This only made me wonder what kind of absurd comment he let out to her.

"He what?" I asked, hoping she'd give me the response I was looking for.

"She looked up at me with weary eyes. "Nothing."

"I know it's not nothing Zo. Please, lets not do this here...! What else did he say to you?" I begged.

You could sense the desperation in my tone. Her eyes squeezed shut, recalling what he mentioned. They relaxed again but remained shut. Then she spoke.

"He called me a Slut." The word dropped from her mouth in disgust; but more than that, was pain.

I felt my heart race faster. Anger shooting through my veins.

"Apparently he thinks that ever since I came her I've been messing with his friends." She explained. "He thinks I wooed all the other guys, which is why they've all changed since I got here."

"But that's not true Zo." I tried to get her to not feel guilty. "Don't tell me you believed that load of shi--"

"But maybe he's right. Okay?" She interrupted me. "When I got here, Cameron was this sweet and funny guy who passed out on the couch and ate green apples from the sink at 2am. Now, he can barely stand to be in a room with all of you." Her eyes recalled her memories. "Shawn was also sweet, and a huge conversation starter. Now, I'm lucky if I even get a smile from him..."

"Those guys chose to act that way. You had nothing to do with that." I defended.

"Yes. I did." She sullenly nodded. "Shawn... I tore his relationship apart. And Cam.. Well.."

"Don't even get me started on that one." Now I interrupted. "He's only like that because he knows he can't have you."

"Exactly." Her eyes widened. "You see? I'm the focal point of this mess. You were all so close before I got here. I messed everything up for you guys.. and I.. I'm sorry..."

The pain in her eyes was clear. Never before had I seen Zoey so transparent... So hurt before than right now. What hurt me the most, on the other hand, was that all her reasons for her pain were all caused by the ones closest to her.

"Zoey you don't have to apologize." I shook my head.

"Everyone knows that before you came, we were no body's. Now look at where we're standing?" My hands extended out around me, emphasizing our current location. Regardless; she didn't seem too convinced.

"I met one famous guy, Jack. Matt is the one you should be thanking." She shook her head; wiping away a tear from her cheek.

"What are you doing?" I asked her. "The Zoey I know wouldn't be beating herself up so much like this?"

"Not now Jack..." Her arms hugged around her stomach. I guess it was the churning and anxiety feeling that was now getting to her from everything.

It killed me every second having to see her like this.
I wasn't going to let her actions go.

"No, I think now is the perfect time... Zoey, before you came, we all had our problems. We were all just being so close to each other because Ashton told us to so that we can make a good impression on you." I explained.

All the guys-- even myself-- were going through a rough patch. I remember specifically that before Zoey came, we were dealing with that nasty Adriana thing. There was also the fact that no one wanted to listen to our band and my annoying parents.. Cameron couldn't find a job because anything would Tick him off to his usual self... Nobody wanted to hire someone like that... He was living off of us and the idea that one day, just one day our band could make it. Shawn and Sarah, they were dealing with the divorce of their parents; a marriage of 20 years went down the drain and that had a huge effect on them. We were lucky if we even saw them one day... And Ashton, well, Ashton had been distant with us ever since the Adriana thing. I don't know if it was just me who he was distant with, but there was certainly some distance.

"We barely talked to each other, Zo. That was the truth we didn't want you finding out.. At least not like this."

I watched her try to put the pieces together.

"Why were you guys hiding this from me?" She looked up.

"Because Zo." I explained. "Ashton really wanted to make a good impression on you. He told us how you were always looking out for him, even as little kids. It hasn't been easy since he went out on his own. He wanted to assure you that he could handle things. And not just for you, but your parents too because he said they've been a big help in the whole process. Having a bunch of friends who barely talked to each other wasn't the ideal story of having things under control. He needed support. Of course, we all agreed to help and eventually started talking again. But Zoey, you had nothing to do with us acting the way we were."

Her eyes wanted to believe everything I was telling her.. Even though it was all true. Knowing Zoey, she wouldn't give this up so easily. But from a different perspective, you could see she was really trying to at least accept it.

I wanted nothing more than to take away her pain. Put a smile on her face.

Regardless, none of that seemed possible. With the way this night was going only disaster stuck down. And I haven't even told her the other half of the story... My half.

Before I got into any arrangement talk between Michael Espinosa and Scooter Braun, I decided it be better if I just held her even if it was for a short moment. Latching my arms out to her, Zoey came under my embrace. Her body felt petite against mine- as always. I placed a lingering kiss to the roof of her forehead. She hugged me back ever so tightly. I didn't want to let go.

Holding my breath, I looked up to the roof of the building. Zoey has been through so much already. Maybe none of this wouldn't happen if I was just there with her. I could've helped her fight back. I could've shut up Ashton before he spilled the name he called Zoey. There was a lot of stuff I could've prevented which is why I'm going to take matters into my own hands. She's had enough for one night.

The arrangement with Madison Beer is the last problem, or worry, she needs to deal with right now. Not that she has anything to worry about... It will only be ignored... For tonight.

As for right now, I just held her close.

***

Zoey's Point of View:

It felt as if hours had gone by in Jack's arm before we were called down for the grand finale of the show. As excited as I was to be somewhat of a part of this show; I couldn't wait for it to be over.

All the guys were reunited by the east entrance of the catwalk. There was an awkward silence between each person. Deadly stares filled with judgement and resentment became clear in their features. I had no idea where to turn to. Everywhere I looked, every step I made, I was being watched. Judged. The worst part was that it was coming from all the people I mostly loved in this world right now. It was painful. I just wanted it all to be over.

Jack's hand entwined with mine, reassuring me that he was here. It was deeply noted and appreciated too. He was all I had now. Not even Sarah could look at me. Besides Ashton, Sarah was probably the one to get hit the worst.

Time was ticking and we were waiting for the guys cue to go out. Ashton was still no where to be found. I wouldn't blame him. Matt was missing too along with Felicity. It was just us now; the ones originally in the group. Great.. An even more awkward situation to be in.

"Okay okay.." The usher walked in between our circle. "I need the guys of 21."

He looked around and counted all the males in the group. "I'm missing one.." He stated.

"I'm here." Ashton moved in from behind Sarah and Johnson. His eyes met mike in a harsh gaze before meeting back with the usher's.

"Now since we are all here, I'd like to get the guys up to the front." The usher explained.

They all just looked at each other in grimace but eventually obeyed.

"The music will play and all the models will come out. You, and the rest of the performers will walk out last and do your final bow. The cameras will stop rolling from there."

Everyone acknowledged the rules. Before they went on, we gave our final goodbyes--Sarah and I. Though it wasn't as heart-filled as our previous dismissals, it was something. We were escorted away from the stage and onto the main backstage to stand in front of a huge flat screen TV.

"Wait here." The usher instructed.

Silence filled the air again as he left. It was just Sarah and me now. The tension could be felt in the air. I was surprised she was still standing here besides me. The things we do for these guys...

I hated feeling the resentment rubbing off from her. My one true friend... Now gone.

I fought the urge to say something because I know I will always come off a little too strong and I will always, always regret what I say within the next hour or so. I had to be very meticulous with what I was about to say.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." I looked down, unable to look at her in the eyes.

"Don't start with me, Zoey." She scoffed.

I looked up at her. Her eyes were focused on the screen which was about to display the guys come out in any second.

"Sarah.. I wanted to tell you.."

"Then what stopped you?" Her eyes met mine. "What? Did you think I would hate you for liking a guy?"

"I-I.."

"I was a friend to you. You lied.. Right to my face.." The pain was vivid in her eyes. Realization was just hitting her as her questions remained unanswered.

Her eyes grew wide.  "Is that why Aria left my brother?"

My silence was all she needed for an answer.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "You two are just recking everything in your path, aren't you?"

"Sarah.." I got closer.

She took a step back with her finger in the air; pointing back at me to stay away.

"You broke Ashton. You broke our friendship. And you broke this band." She spoke through gritted teeth.

I stood stunned, standing my ground. My eyes watered yet again. This was exactly what I feared. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid so much.

Loud claps and chanting rang through the background. The grand finale was just beginning. As for me.. My finale had just ended. With Sarah. With Ashton. With the guys. With everything.

They were the only family I had. And now I've lost them.

***

As much as I wanted to skip the after party of the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, the ticket was already arranged for and it was a plan Matthew had in store for us. This would be supposedly where the guys would really get their next big break. All the important people, and I mean the really important people, meet up her. Normally, they sign some of the new faces modeling at the show; those that aren't Angels already. But there are also a couple who come here for the music and focus on getting bands like 21 another break-through performance.

I avoided any physical or social contact with any other person here. The music was loud, for the first time ever, disturbing. Everyone was socializing. I was at the bar.

Looking down at myself, I was accurate representation of a Hot Mess.

I was quiet. Alone. Drinking.

I didn't want to talk to anyone for I feared my heart would burst of pain and shatter. I would fall. My heart would fail. This was an emotional rollercoaster of a night. No word in my vocabulary could describe it. I wanted nothing more than to disappear. Stop existing. That would be the best solution right now. They would all be happy again.

"Another round." I slammed the glass down on the marble countertop. The bartender made his way up to me and collected my cup. He looked at me and smiled.

"Shouldn't a pretty girl like you be out there trying to find a company to sign for her?" He cocked a brow.

My head raised from the palm of my hand. I could only imagine myself that moment. Smeared makeup... Drowsy eyes... Barely any color on my lips. I was a complete mess. And I didn't care.

"You think this face is one to be published?" I asked.

The bartender seemed to take my statement as a kind of sarcastic comment. He was the first person to smile around me in what felt like days.

"You think models are always smiling?" He asked. "Nowadays they're as stiff as brick. They don't seem so happy either."

I looked up at him this time and watched him behind to prepare my drink. I thought to myself for a moment and reassured myself that I didn't want to talk to anyone. But as of right now.. Someone to get my mind off of everything else seemed to be just what I need. With Jack gone off to talk to some major providers and stuff, I found myself even more alone. So I figured, why not?

"You seem to know a lot about modeling?"

His body turned around to face the wall full of liquor in front of him. He picked out the one I just had. "I've been a bartender for this event for over five years now. You could say I've picked up a few tips." He explained.

"Well, I'm no model but today is defiantly not my best day." I looked down at the countertop.

"Are you kidding me?" His voice brought my vision back to stare into his. "Most girls would kill to be part of the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show."

"The Fashion Show wasn't what upset me." My head shook.

Suddenly, a small glass was placed in front of me again. I looked up and only saw Shawn's face plastered on the guys' body. I was brought back to the day where I first met him. It was still during his
bartending days back to my first gig. I was going no where with this moving on crap.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked. "You're the only person sitting at the bar?"

His offer was tempting but I refused it immediately. He reminded me too much of Shawn. I had to get out of here. Thanking him for his offer and the drink, I kindly declined and stood up from the stool. Taking my drink with me, I began to walk around the crowded room.

The room started to spin. No, I wasn't drunk. But I lacked enthusiasm of just being here. Surrounded by people who didn't want me around. In all the mess, I fought to stay straight. I maneuvered around the crowd excusing through every person I bumped into or tried to pass by from.

And then there was a big bump.

"Sorry!" I looked up, apologizing to the back of the male I crashed into.

He turned around and I was shocked.

"Mr. Espinosa." I was shocked to see him here. Last time I recall, he wasn't able to come. Had he been here all night?

"Zoey." He smiled. "So nice to see you!"

His mood was dramatically different.

I caught myself being way too silent and quickly snapped myself out of it. I smiled and continued the conversation.

"Nice to see you too.. Um.. I wasn't really expecting you here tonight..." I explained, trying to help him understand my reason for being so quiet at first.

"Well," He tilted his head. "I got an important business call and had to take it." All of a sudden his eyebrows furrowed. "I came to see Jack, actually."

"Jack?" I was confused. "Which one?"

He laughed as he hit realization. "Right.. I forgot there's two of them." He chuckled. "Uh.. Gilisnky?"

What important business would Michael Espinosa possibly want to arrange with Jack? I hope he's not deciding to go solo?

"Have you seen him around by any chance?" He asked me. "He sort of ran off in the middle of our previous conversation."

Ran off? Wait? Jack knew that Michael Espinosa was here? Tonight? And they even had a conversation?

"Um.." I tried to recollect my thoughts. Before I could say anything else I was taken by surprise by a hand coming up behind me on my lower back. I looked up, startled, and noticed the tall body shadowing over me was only the man himself: Jack.

"Mr. Espinosa." He looked at him. A stern face grew on both of their faces.

"Jack." Michael inhaled deeply, making himself seem taller than he really was. "I assume you've given some thought into our little arrangement?"

I was so confused. Glancing at both males, only confusion could be read on my face. Now there's some sort of arrangement?

"I already gave you my answer, Mr. Espinosa." Jack mimicked Michael's body language.

"Well, before you confirm anything, I want you to meet someone." Michael Espinosa took a step back and called someone over. As he looked over to whoever he was calling I glanced over to Jack. His eyes were closed in annoyance.

"What is he talking about?" I whispered into him.

He looked down at me and parted his lips to speak, but no words were able to come out on time for the person Michael Espinosa was calling over finally made it. When they did, I was shook.

He was just as I imagined seeing him in person would be like. Beautiful..

"Jack, Zoey.. I'd like you to meet a fellow family friend... Justin Bieber."

Justin Bieber.

He was shorter than I imagined. I mean, he was tall sure, but not nearly as tall as Jack. He had light brown eyes, not dark. He was God's work at its finest.

"Pleasure to meet you." He raised his hand for us to shake. His smile was priceless. You could say I having a fangirl moment, but I silent one.

All I could think of, besides knowing that I was standing in front of Justin Bieber-- is what the Hell could Micheal Espinosa want us to do with him?

We shook his hand. It was warm and steady. Not long before, he continued to speak.

"So I was told Michael here explained to you about our little arrangement?" Justin asked Jack.

Jack's smile turned back into a frown with Michael Espinosa. "If you think a famous pop star is going to change my mind about your proposal; you're wrong."

Jack was getting ready to leave when he gripped in the arm by Mr. Espinosa himself.

"Please, Jack, just hear him out."

"Can someone explain to me this whole arrangement thing?"

"Don't!" Jack exclaimed, stopping Michael from what he was about to explain to me.

Everyone was shocked with Jack's reaction.

"Listen, nothing has to be official, if that's what you're scared of." Justin explained, trying to calm him down.

"Official of what?" I asked.

"But why me?" Jack asked over me. "Can't this plan work on one of the other guys? You know the ones who aren't dating?"

"Our ratings showed that you were the better match. Tonight's performance with the whole bad boy stigma rubbed off on some girls making them crazy about you! If we can get you seen with a girl they will start to like you even more. Studies shown." Michael explained gracefully.

"Well I don't care what a study shows.." Jack scoffed. "I'm already with someone."

They ignored completely what he said.

"Look, even though it all sounds like a bad idea, it's really going to help you guys." Justin continued. "It helped me at one point, and let me tell you, it was one of the best career choices I've ever made."

"You were put into one of these arrangements too?" Jack arched a brow.

Uh.. HELLO!?

Justin nodded. "It made us both grow into better and bigger stars." He paused. "If this is what you really want for you and your band.. To go big... I suggest you don't let an opportunity like this get away."

"What opportunity?" I asked at Jack.

Everyone looked at him and waited for an answer; one to which I know we weren't going to get any time soon.

"We want him to start dating another up coming star.. Madison Beer, perhaps you've heard of her?" Michael stated.

My eyes grew wide. Dating another star? Were they being serious?

"Are you serious?" I questioned aloud.

Michael just laughed. I bet this is exactly what they did to Jack too when they dropped such bomb on him.

"Why do people always think I'm joking when I say this?" He intended his question to Justin.

Justin ignored Michael to look back to us.

"You don't have to actually date the girl." He continued. "Just show up to a few events.. Talk about each other... Let the public think you two are together for a while. It will really boost your ratings and start you off on the right foot."

"You mean lying?" Jack responded.

"Bending the truth." Justin corrected.

You could see the anger growing on Jack. Through a clenched jaw he pinned his eyes back at both males and just like that, walked away.

"The offer still stands!" Michael yelled back in his direction.

Even I was disgusted now. They're treating him like a puppet. Whatever they say has to go. No question.

Flashing him a similar look as the one Jack on his face, I started to turn too.

Immediately, I raced behind him.

***

"JACK!" I exclaimed, racing through the crowd.

Jack stepped outside, slamming the door as he did so. He caught the glances of a couple of people chilling around the outside of the club. Ignoring them, we moved towards the side. Across the club there was a park, similar to Central Park from New York, only much-- much smaller. I suspected that was where he was heading to.

Passing the moving cars and dismissing the honking ones as we crossed, I was relieved to have made it across the road safe and sound.

"JACK!" I called again.

This time he was slowing down but was yet to turn around.

I started catching my breath. Holding my hand out I grabbed his shoulder and turned to walk in front of him.

This night couldn't get any worse.

"Jack, are you okay?" Was he first thing I could think of asking.

"NO!" He exclaimed, jaw still clenched.

His eyes were unable to meet mine.

"I-I don't understand.." I looked down. "Michael Espinosa wants you to date another celebrity?"

From my understanding she wasn't even a celebrity yet. Madison Beer? Never heard of her?

"It's all part of the show business now. They want us both to get publicity from it but.. I'm dating you Zo." His eyes finally met my own. "I don't want to hide that anymore."

He has a point there. We just got out of the closet with our friends... Our World.. To go back for the Actual World seems too soon and a bit absurd. We haven't had a chance to be with each other and now that we have that sort of liberty I don't plan on losing it any time soon.

"How come you didn't tell me any of this?" I asked, not the least upset; just concerned.

"Because.." His eyes closed. "You were already so heartbroken with the whole Ashton thing.. I didn't want to add more stress on you."

I wasn't going to lie. That warmed my heart.

"Jack.." My fingers tangled with the hair behind his neck. A helpless small smile curved onto my lips, wanting nothing more than to comfort him. "You don't have to worry about me. If it was something you wanted to talk to me about, all you had to do was speak-- regardless the way I was feeling."

Our lips touched in a small and lingering kiss.

Jack's hand brushed some of my hair away from my shoulder and rested over my waist. He held me closer to him.

"I was going to tell you.." He looked down.

"I know." I kissed him again.

We've had enough arguing and painful conversations for one night. I just wanted this all to be over.

Holding him close in our embrace, I spoke up against his chest. "So are you going to do it?"

Jack pulled away just enough to get a look at me.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" He couldn't help but smile with his remark.

"Yes.." I pulled away from him. "It's just..." I couldn't believe what I was about to say. "He has a point."

"I'm sorry, WHAT!" His eyes grew wide.

"I know, I know." My hands clasped over my face. I was ashamed to even think it.

"Zoey? What are you trying to tell me?" He was curious.

"Nothing!" I almost laughed. It was a silly thought, I know. "But it is in his best interest. You could use the publicity. It'll keep all of you entertained for the time being."

"That's still not fair Zo. What about us?" Jack asked.

"I know... I know..." I shook my head. "It was stupid, I know.."

"Zo.."

"I just wanted to make up for what we've done." I replied. "The publicity might just help get the guys back."

Jack made my chin look up at him. He was sincere in his next words, comforting even..

"Publicity or no publicity... If they were really our friends they wouldn't care about that stuff."

And just like that, I was relaxed once more. He was right.

"You're right." I smiled.

* * *

Back at the club, Jack and I walked in side by side. Hand in hand. A few glances from people were given from the people at the club; a few including our very own friends. They were not pleased with the view but we weren't bothered.

Jack was my boyfriend. He has been for four months now, and they've been the best four months of my life. I wouldn't trade him. Not for a business plan, not for Ashton, not for no one.

* * *

Jack's Point of View.

I excused myself out of the crowded room and into the front of the building. Hours have passed by since the after party started. It was getting late and I noticed Zoey starting to feel tired. I felt so bad for her. As much as she wanted to keep a smile on for the public, I knew she was breaking inside. She held it in-- so I decided to go a grab a cab for us to get out here. But there was no luck yet..

There was no way I was taking her back to our previous hotel room. Not only are we sharing a room with Sarah, but everyone-- Literally everyone hates us right now. We will reunite with them in the morning for our flight. I have no idea what the future holds for us now. All I know is that there will definitely not be a band if we keep up this child's play.

There was still no sign of any available driver. I had no idea where to call for one, or even so.. How to call for one? Everything here is backwards. I hate this about foreign places. I had only one more option and that was to see if Matt could help out.

Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I started dialing his number. My body swiftly turned around back towards the building. Looking up I was brought back to stop in place. The sight of a shadow standing in a dark corner by the entrance of the club caught my attention.

I watched meticulously and took a step forward.

Coming into the light, the shadow now made the appearance of a girl.. A little younger than Zoey in that matter. She was crying...

My eyes skimmed the circumference of the space. No one else was in sight.

I started to walk up to her, carefully and always looking around for any clue possible that could lead me to find out why she could be crying. But nothing ever came in sight.

As I got closer, the cries became clear. Head in her hands, the girl just weeped. But it wasn't just any girl.. I've seen this girl before.

"Madison?" Her name fell from my mouth.

She was startled by my appearance. Jolting with the contact of my hand on her shoulder, she moved away.

"Oh God." Hands dried the tears form her face and sniffed the rest back in before more came out. "Jack.. What are you doing here?.."

She was really sad. I know a sad girl when I see one, and I've seen one already tonight.

"I was looking for a cab?" I explained. "A-Are you okay? Why are you crying?"

I reached out to comfort her again but she withdrew again. I took that as my hint and brought both hands back down to my sides.

"I'm fine." She tried to shake it off with a smile.

Why do girls always say that?

"Madison.." I called for her again.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. This is stupid, I know--" She dried her tears with the palm of her hands.

All of a sudden it all became clear to me.

"Wait? Is this because of the whole arrangement thing?" I couldn't help but wonder.

Her eyes responded. They were green, almost hazel, and shines brightly up at me. I knew then my question has been answered.

"Madison.. I'm sorry.." I shook my head. "You're a pretty girl and all, and I didn't mean to hurt you or anything but--"

"No. You didn't do anything Jack." She interrupted me.

"Then.. Why are you--?"

"It's Scooter.." She finished for me. My confusion was obvious. "And Michael.. and Everyone..." She sighed before continuing to speak again. "I never knew becoming famous would require the world to make all these decisions for you.."

You could say that again.

She looked back up at me. "I'm sorry, I found out about all this tonight too.."

"Don't worry." I shook my head. It's not her fault either.

"I just want to sing.. You know?" She continued. "I'm a strong believer that if you're good, the world would know it and will support you all the way. You wouldn't need to lie your way to the top. No offense."

"None taken."

"Exactly! Explaining that to those two wouldn't show results. They'll remain throwing you under the bus until you agree with them because--"

"They're always right" We both finished at the same time.

We couldn't help but laugh. Once the laughter died down, it all got serious again. I felt bad for her and felt like I needed to give her an explanation. It was the least she deserved and somehow I found some confidence with her. After all, she is the one they tried to pair me with. No one understands what I'm going through other than her.

"I have a girlfriend."

Her eyes looked confused for a second before going into complete shock.

"Oh Jack.. I had no idea." She began to stutter. "I-I hope she doesn't think--"

"It's fine.." I laughed a little, shaking my head "We were keeping us a secret anyways until we could find a way to tell her cousin-- one of my best friends and fellow band member-- but he found out before I ran into you guys backstage."

"Is that why you were in a hurry to get out?" She put two and two together.

"Yeah..." I looked down. "She was running after him to explain everything. He's not a big fan on family dating his friends."

"Well, I don't think he has a say in that?" Madison commented.

I looked back up. "It's complicated.." A deep breath was inhaled. "Anyways.. It brings us back here. I was getting a cab to get us to another hotel.. Things didn't end so easy back there."

"Oh no.. You must have your plate so full." She got upset again. "I'm so sorry I was brought into another one of those problems."

She was a sweet girl, Madison. Pretty too. I wouldn't think of her as a problem. Again.. She was just as clueless as I was in this whole thing.

"Nah.. I wouldn't consider you a problem."

"But the arrangement?" She added.

"I can handle Michael Espinosa. His son is a friend of ours." I explained. It's a good thing that Matthew Kid doesn't hold anything against us. Apparently he found out at Coachella..?

"Must be nice to have someone on your side." She spoke, not relating to what she was saying.

"What about Justin?" I asked. He seemed like a nice guy?

"Justin is busy being a legend..." She explained with a small chuckle. "He has no time for someone like me. He's really nice, don't get me wrong.. He's just never around."

I felt bad for her once more. Looking around to everyone I have by my side.. Had. They are still my family; we're just going through a rough patch now. But besides that, all I have is Zoey. And Zoey is all I need. She... She has no one.

"Sorry to hear that."

"You don't have to be." Green orbs made contact with mine.

"I'm just trying to make it.. Just like you and your band." She pointed out. "This arrangement was suppose to be my big break. But it's okay.. Really."

My thoughts were recollected.

"Wait.. You actually want to go through with this?" I couldn't really believe what I was hearing.

I don't think Madison could believe it either. It all came out much to a surprise to us.

"I need it Jack. I'm ashamed to say it but it's true." She eyes looked down.

"But.."

"You have your friends, Jack. You're close to a huge Music Producer's son. Not to mention, you are five good looking guys. I don't have your charm. Your chances for being put out there are extremely high." She explained.

Damn.

I looked down, silence taking over our distance.

"Well, I should start heading back inside. Scooter has a group of other guys he wants me to meet." She pulled herself up from the wall she was leaning on. Pointing out back behind her.

"For the arrangement?" I asked.

She looked guilty but didn't reply. The answer was obvious.

"If you need a ride, I can have my driver take you to the hotel we're staying at." She offered. "It's not that far from here. You'll be good there for the night. On me."

"Madison.. I can't let you do that." I shook my head.

I wasn't talking about the ride.

"It's no problem. You're a sweet guy, Jack. You could use it." She smiled softly.

I thought to myself for a moment. Everything from the arrangement.. The Pros, The Cons. None of that seemed to matter as much anymore. She was a girl who would be let down because of me. Her dreams crushed because of me. One of the things I always aspired about being famous, or just being a person on that note, is to have to power to give back. To help others find their dreams and accomplish them. Maybe this could be my first help.

"No wait.." I closed my eyes. I took in a deep breath before releasing it. "I'll help you."

Madison looked surprised.

"Jack, you really don't have to.."

"I want to." I stepped in. "I want to help you."

Maybe I was thinking this too much. All I have to do is show up with the girl every now and then. The fact that Michael Espinosa said she was my new girlfriend scared me, but honestly it's not that at all. She would only be a friend in which I would get to start rumors with. And right now.. I could use a friend.

"Jack.."

"Screw the arrangement." I interrupted. "We can go out for frozen yogurt or something.. As friends.."

She was surprised, yet, pleased with my idea. It wasn't an arrangement after all. Just two new friends hanging out.

"Really?"

"You and I could both use the help." I nodded.

Just as quick as she got happy.. She became doubtful once more.

"What about your girlfriend?"

"I can talk to Zoey. She's the best when it comes to this kind of stuff." I decided to leave out how she actually wanted this arrangement to happen.

Madison seemed convinced. "Maybe she can come along too? Oh I'd love to meet her!" Her hands clapped together.

"I'm sure she'd love that." I smiled back.

My phone was pulled out and we exchanged numbers. Once that was settled, she looked back at me and handed me her driver's phone number.

"Say I sent you." She explained. "He'll know where to take you guys."

"Thank you, Madison." I nodded. "Again, this is all very nice."

"No need to thank me." She smiled. "Now go! Go inside and grab your girlfriend."

My initial reaction was to hug her right then and there. My action took her by surprise but she fell into the hug seconds later.

Madison Beer wasn't so bad after all..