Stall me

Chapter 11.

Brendon's POV

What the fuck is happening?

I felt something when I touched her face. Her skin connecting with my finger as it traced her perfect jaw. I felt something.

And for once it wasn't in my dick. I've touched a lot of girls, and each time it was a sexual feeling, a feeling to get my needs met. For my own pleasure.

But this time I felt something funny in my stomach. I felt nauseous, but excited?

I haven't felt that since Sarah. But I don't understand why I got it in the first place.

I don't love her.

She's not Sarah, maybe my brain and body think she is when I'm around. She acts just like her. She does a lot of things Sarah did.

She picks at the skin around her nails when she's nervous, she does that a lot talking to me. She also laughs at things that aren't funny, she does that a lot. I know I'm not that funny.

She listens to everyone, I noticed when someone is talking and everyone else seems busy, she always pays attention to whoever is talking so they don't feel left out. And her laugh.

God her laugh.

it's like being with Sarah all over again.

She's not Sarah, she's not Sarah, she is not Sarah.

I sometimes wish I hadn't picked her to join us. She was just so good at her job, and she was the perfect asset for a band who is in a gang.

The more pictures she takes, the less anyone assumes we were involved.

That was the whole plan to begin with. He made us hire someone.

This is his fault.

She doesn't know that, she doesn't know she's basically being used. And she doesn't have to know.

She's good at her job, her photos are unmatched. Nobody can do what she does.

And that's what makes this whole thing so difficult.

She doesn't know she is just a set up for us.

But my goal is to make sure she never finds out. I'm someone she's starting to trust I can sense.

It's going to be a mistake.

Emerson's POV

"Does this nail color look okay on me?" Nicole asks, shoving her hand in my face, the smell making my eyes water a bit.

"Yeah, yellow is a good color on you." I reply.

"Thanks, it's one of Dallons favorite colors, I wanted to surprise him, I never paint my nails."

Nicole happily continues to paint her nails. We were on the jet headed to Manchester. The boys were sitting on the couch planning the job for the night.

"So if we get into the museum after close," Ashton bellows, "we have to find a way to shut off the cameras, this is a big job, and if we get caught we are all screwed."

"I thought you guys only did drug deals?" I ask.

Dallon shakes his head, "that's usually what we do, but the boss is having us do bigger jobs to prepare us for the banquet."

"But how are we going to shut the cameras off?" Ashton asks.

"It's actually quite simple." I shrug, picking my nails, I look up and see all the boys and even Nicole staring at me.