I Rented A Pop☆Star

❤: Game Over

**Before you guys read this, I need you guys to promise not to kill me after you read this. Yes? Then read ahead~! :D If no... Um.... Have a cookie? Don't send your ninjas after me? D: Anyway... Read on... Although I know you guys will want to kill me later...**

❤Raissa POV❤

Whoever said "there is no such thing as a bad idea"-THEY LIED.

"Stop moving," A voice commanded into my ear as I struggled out of their grasp.

The hell?! Who the heck kidnaps someone when they're trying to get some yogurt?! I WANT MY YOGURT. THIS PERSON, ONCE I FIND OUT WHO IT IS, IS A DEAD MAN. OR DEAD WOMAN. EITHER WAY, THEIR DEAD!

"Stop f**king struggling!"

My eyes widened as I realized who it was. "Lucas?"

Or, well, I tried to say Lucas. It came out more like: 'Mmmphsk?" But you know, it's the effort that counts.

He let go of me and a door slammed shut with a lock as the lights flickered on. This strangely remind me of a interrogation scene. Except I'm on the set of Ben's music video.

"Good job," Ben's manager nodded at Lucas, who smirked.

"Pay up," He said, holding a hand out.

She rolled her eyes and handed over five bucks. Wow. I'm worth five bucks to kidnap. See how much I'm valued?

Lucas took the money and left, leaving me with Ben's creepy manager.

Awkward...

"Well, I'm just going to leave now so-"

"Stay," Ben's manager demanded, narrowing her eyes. "I have something to inform you about."

"Well, frankly, I want my yogurt. Can't you tell me whatever it is you kidnapped me here after I get my yogurt?"

"If I wanted to talk to you after you finished your yogurt, why the hell do you think you're doing in here?!  I don't want to spend more time with you than I have to!"

"That's easy. First of all, you took me here because you and Lucas both need to check into a mental hospital. Ooh! I just so happen to know a psychologist that can help you! Although he didn't really help my parents all that much... But you know, since-"

"I'M NOT SEEING A F**KING PSHYCOLOGIST!"

"Okay, okay, seesh," I muttered, taking a seat. Something tells me this is going to take a while.

"Listen, I'm not going to repeat this again, okay? BREAK. UP. WITH. IAN."

I narrowed my eyes. "What? Why the hell would I do that?!"

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"Sure," I drawled. "And you pushing me into the pool during the party scene of the video must've been for my own good too."

"That was-"

"And how about during the waiter scene? You spilling the water all over me? That must've been for my own good too!"

"I'm saying that-"

"And during the-"

"OKAY, SO WE DIDN'T GET OFF TO A GREAT START!"

"More like we went backwards from the start line," I muttered. "Didn't move forward an inch."

"Shut up!" She snapped, clearly ticked off now. "How can Ian put up with you?!"

"Maybe because I don't hate him," I said sweetly, smiling an innocent smile at her as she seethed at me.

"Look, we both hate each other, but I need you to break up with him!"