Loving You

CHAPTER 9- "Oh Hell No!"

My eyes widen to saucers and I'm pretty sure my jaw is on the floor. To say I'm shocked and confused is a fucking understatement. I'm flabbergasted, astounded... appalled.

"G-girlfriend?" I stutter, still trying to believe what I just heard him say.

"Yes," Daniel leans back into the sofa, "Fake girlfriend actually. It'll only be for a year. That way, the fans will be convinced that he's changed and has stopped fucking around".

Is this some kind of sick joke. They only brought me here so I'd act for them, not because I won the contest. I quickly correct my face, changing it from the previously shocked expression, to a more serious one.

"No," my tone is firm and final. It's that simple. To think I actually believed the whole contest set up. I, being the winner of the contest, was all too good to be true. I stand up and straighten the non-existent wrinkles on my skirt.

Walking towards the door, someone grabs my wrist. I turn around to see Skylar glaring at me.

"Don't be a baby about this," he hisses, dropping my hand harshly.

"Baby?!" I yell in frustration, "I'm getting whisked into a contract relationship I didn't know about until now!"

"Stop it!" hell yells back, "I told you before and I'll tell you again. CUT THE ACT. Stop deceiving people and pretending to be so innocent. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to enter the contest, so deal with it!"

The nerve of this guy.

What is he even talking about? Act? What act?

"I have no clue on what you're yapping about but I'm not doing this," I say, fuming.

He rubs his temple in frustration. He has no right to do that, he knew all along. I'm the one who should be frustrated. He looks down at me with a very dirty look, "Do you think I want this? I have to spend a whole year acting like I'm madly in love with you, when I can't even stand being around you for five minutes!"

"Well then, why don't you find one of your plastic boobed bimbos to do this for you because guess what fucker, I'm out," I give him the middle finger and turn around, still holding it up for him to see, "To hell with your fucking tour!"

I'm about to walk out the door when someone stops me by grabbing my wrist.

Oh hell no!

Who the hell had the fucking guts to ruin my totally awesome, totally savage dramatic Exit. I turn around, contemplating whether to give the person a resounding slap or my best death glare.

Hmmm. The former sounds nice.

My hands freeze mid-way in the air when my eyes meet with Mason's pleading ones.

"I'm sorry Ashley. When Daniel told us about this plan, we knew that you'd be perfect for the job," he says, "We've known you long before we met you in person, that's why we know you won't take advantage of the position, you're the best option for the job".

"We didn't know how to approach you with the proposal and coincidentally we needed an artiste to open for us, so we thought, why not kill two birds with a stone," I hear Connor say from where he is seated on a sofa at a corner of the lounge.

"We decided to specifically mention 'Female Artiste' on the flyers, in order to have other options, in case you didn't win the contest," Mason explains. I breathe out a sigh and turn to look at Skylar who has his signature scowl etched on his face. I roll my eyes and look away.

Connor gets up from where he's been sitting, walking towards me, "Our opening band bailing on us wasn't planned at all. And you winning the contest also wasn't planned. You won the contest fair and square".