Top 5 Reasons Why Life Is Going Amazingly Well

5. I'm really popular at school.

4. I have some great friends.

3. Modeling is going great.

2. I'm now a celebrity.

And the number one reason why life is going amazingly well, which really isn't a reason but a question?

1. Why am I not happy?

I love to look on the bright side of things, to be optimistic. I look for the rainbows after rainy days. I see the good in everyone when no one else can. I can smile and laugh through tears. I've always been prepared for the worst things that life could throw at me. But this? This I wasn't prepared for. Not at all. Life threw me into this pit that I've been struggling to crawl out of.

And why?

Because of a stupid boy.

A boy that I thought that I possibly had a chance with.

The boy that is now dating my best friend.

Why does it hurt so much?

Maybe it's because I fell for a guy that I knew I had no chance with, thinking that it would be different. I thought that I would get a fairy tale ending. I would be a princess that is swept off her feet. But that's not how life works. The prince goes off with a queen instead.

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"Great work, Rowan! Keep it up!" Mr. Vogue said to me as I went to my dressing room to do some touch ups. I wasn't going to school today because I had shoots booked all day. I had already finished all of my assignments so it didn't affect me much.

I close the door to my dressing room much louder than I intended to. I sigh and slide down the door before burying my head into my knees.

Every day at the studio was a challenge. Seeing Peyton and Sabrina together made my heart break. I held in my tears so long each day, it hurt.

Tears pooled from my eyes and onto my sleeves. Thank god my make up was water proof.

A knock came from my door. My head jolted up. I stayed silent, praying that whoever it was would go away. After thinking that it was clear, I lay my head back down into my knees. My head perks up again when another knock comes from the door. This time I stand up and wait for the next one.

"Row?" I hear Peyton mumble through the door. I hold my breath.

"Row, I know that you're in there, I can hear Beyonce in the background."

I curse to myself for leaving on music. Wait, when did I even turn that on?

I turn around to search for where the music is coming from, and it's not from the stereo.

"Row, I'm coming in!" he says as I hear the door open.

I turn around and our eyes lock immediately. "I, uh..."

"Row! What's wrong?" he says as he walks up to me and places his hands on my face. His foot closed the door accidentally. His fingers wipe the tears from my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I try putting on my best fake smile.

"Row I'm not that stupid. I can see through your fake smiles." He states.

"You haven't lately." I mumble.

"What'd you say?"

"Oh! I said it's nothing. I just read a really sad fanfic." I add in a small laugh to make it more believable.

"Are you sure?" his fingers are still caressing my cheeks which cause my heart to flutter.

"Yeah," I lightly laugh and step back from his reach, knowing that what was happening was wrong. I look in the mirror and almost scream at my reflection. This supposedly "water proof" makeup is smeared in every which way, with mascara running in lines down my cheeks.

"Oh my god!" I squeal, reaching for makeup remover.

"What?" Peyton asks while coming my way worriedly.

"How did you not scream at the sight of me?" I asked while plopping down in my vanity chair.

"Why would I do that?" he sounded confused.

"Have you not seen me lately?" I laugh. I wipe the last part of the makeup off before turning towards him.

He smirks. "I definitely have."

I tilt my head in confusion while he laughs. "What?" I ask. He shakes his head. "It's nothing."

I turn back to the mirror and check out my face before facing him again. "Is it how I look now? I know it's bad. The makeup really works miracles." I chuckle.

"No, I would never laugh at a face as beautiful as yours." He says. I squint my eyes while furrowing my eyebrows.

I turn back to the mirror and play with my hair. "Shouldn't you be saying stuff like that to your girlfriend?" I say trying to hide the fact that I was blushing.

"My girlfriend? What girlfriend? Oh! You mean Sabrina? No, that's not real." He laughs.

I turn to him. "What?!"

He looks at me. "Sabrina didn't tell you? It's just for the public. So many people ship us that the company thought it would be a good thing for publicity."

"Whoa, hold on. Does Sabrina know this?" I ask.

"I'm guessing. Mr. Vogue pulled me into his office and told me to ask her out. I didn't really want to, but he put my job on the line. If I didn't, he would've fired me."

"Wow. I don't think Sabrina knows this. She called me and told me, and she sounded so excited. She never told me that it was just a publicity stunt."

"Well that's a minor problem."

"No kidding." I chuckle a little to lift the mood.

Peyton stands up and walks behind my chair. His hands rest on my shoulders. "Does she really like me?" his nose scrunches up.

"I'm not sure. She had mentioned that you and her had a thing going on awhile ago, but that's about it."

"A thing? What kind of thing?" he asked confused.

"A, um, sexual thing?" I say.

He nearly chokes. "What?! That never happened!"

"Really? She said that you were some type of player that had slept with every girl here!" I turned my chair around so that I could face him.

He looked down. "I did do that." He mumbled.

My eyes widen and my mouth gapes open a little. "Really? " I whisper.

He nods. "But it wasn't my choice. Mr. Vogue said that it would give me a bad boy reputation, which would make me incredibly attractive and more people would be drawn to me."

"So it was Mr. Vogue again?" I whisper. He nods. "But I never did it with Sabrina. She's my friend, and I just couldn't." He looks at me.

We stare at each other for quite awhile before I realize what position I'm stuck in. He's looking at me so intensely; I can't comprehend what he's thinking. That is until he starts leaning in. And I suddenly find myself doing the same.

I can't think. The only thing on my mind is his lips against mine. But something snaps me out of my trance right before we can connect, and I look down. "We need to talk to Mr. Vogue." I whisper.

For a moment, all you could hear was silence. A deafening silence.

Then, I feel his fingers against my chin and his lips against mine.

A/N

Ugh I'm so sorry I haven't updated!!! I've had major writers' block, but I do know where this story is going. Don't worry!!! Hang in there please! Update coming soon.