Publicity

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Miley's POV

I hate him.

I hate him with passion.

But here I am in the middle of a drive to see him so we can discuss about letting our management setting us up into a relationship. Am I insane? Probably, but I've got to do what I have to so I wont be thrown into rehab.

I'm hoping this will be a one time thing, and that they decided not to continue it because I honestly couldn't stand him. He is by far the biggest jerk I have ever met. How come? I don't like to think about it but lets keep it short;

He cheated on me.

After that I didn't want him in my life, ever. But here he is, making his way back. I really don't understand how can Mom agree to this and say that he could influence me with his holiness since his family is morally better. She didn't say 'holiness' of course but I knew that's what she meant, she was always jealous of the Jonas because because they never had any trouble with divorce like she did, and they never seemed dysfunctional. Just a perfect American-Italian family, which her family could never be since we're so consumed by Hollywood.

"We're you listening?" Mom raised her voice, snapping me back to reality.

"No," I replied, looking directly at her through my dark shades implying that I don't fucking care.

She shook her head in disbelief and focused on the road. "Keep acting like that and I'll make sure that you're going to marry him." She spat bitterly. I threw my head back and sighed desperately "Sorry, what did you say?" I asked.

Mom glanced at me before looking at the road again "I said that you need to put your personal issues aside in order for this to work,"

I scoffed. "I don't want it to work,"

"Then you can pack your bags and go to rehab," Mom replied instantly and I looked at her with my jaw clenched. "Thanks for reminding me," I said sarcastically.

"We're here," She said ignoring me as we made a turn into a parking lot outside a small gray building. She parked the car and we stepped out, I noticed a white Chevrolet that was parked on the reserved spot. I knew those aren't the kind of cars anyone can have, I knew it belonged to him.

I jogged over to my mom who reached the entrance of the building, the air conditioner blowing my face as I stepped in. It looked like an office, and we stopped in front of a door that says "Meeting Room B3" and I finally understood what this place was.

"Okay," Mom said turning to me "Remember, screw this up and you're going to rehab."

She has to stop reminding me about fucking rehab.

I rolled my eyes at her and quickly fixed a smile. "I'll be on my best behaviour," I said in a high pitched voice and fake excitement. Mom shot me a look before knocking on the door and adjusting her bangs.

The door opened instantly revealing Larry, my manager with a big smile on his face. "There she is!" He exclaimed and I smiled as I walked into the room behind mom. "You're late," I heard him whisper to Mom and she shrugged.

The people inside the room, whom I have no idea who they are, stood up from their seats and smiled and I watched as Mom shook their hands. They're all a bunch of stiff business men in their 30's. I smiled at them, not bothering to take off my sunglasses.

"Please, sit down." One of them said as he motioned to the empty chairs and Mom plopped down on the seat and crossed her legs. I was about to do the same when the door flew open and a thick scent of cologne filled my nostrils, making me turn to the direction.