Behind The Scenes

Chapter 3 - Rowan's POV

I cried the whole way home. I should've known.

He was 19, he had a life. He could go out to night clubs, I couldn't. He could talk to girls like how he talked to me. He could make 16 year olds feel happy like me just by talking. He didn't like me. He never did.

After what happened that morning, I had hope that maybe our age difference wouldn't get in the way. But I heard what he said in his trailer. He only thought of me as a sister.

Dad and Carmen kept asking me what happened, but I couldn't tell them. It hurt.

I just felt like ordering pizza and sitting in front of the TV. Nothing else.  I felt so sad and tired of life. I mean, there are a lot of cute boys like Peyton out there- maybe some my age. And it's not like I can't find a boyfriend like him. I'm a celebrity; how hard would it be?

But... Peyton's one of a kind. He's kind, he's friendly, he's cute, he's everything a girl could ask for. Mr. Perfect. Yeah, that's right.

I just turned on the TV and watched Pretty Little Liars. Who was A?! All the drama just made me more frustrated. Whatever. I finished my box of pizza and went back into my room. I sat down on the floor, sobbing, and blared "Someone Like You" by Adele on my iPod. Literally the song that describes me right now.

So, I used 2 and a half boxes of tissue and locked my room. Yep.

"Honey," I could hear Mom calling from downstairs. "It's lasagna Thursday! Come down!"

I ignored her and continued to listen to break up songs. And you know who writes the best break up songs? Taylor Swift.

So I put her songs on replay. Carmen knocked on the door and sat down beside my bed, placing a plate of lasagna on my desk.

"Hey, Row."

"Hey."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Is it something about Peyton?"

I looked at her suspiciously. "How'd you know?"

"When you were watching Pretty Little Liars, he called," Carmen said a-matter-of-factly.

"What'd he say?" I asked impatiently.

"He said he was sorry... About something he said? I dunno," Carmen shrugged. "He's a nice guy."

I shook my head. "I'm not in the mood for talking, Carmen. Sorry." She walked out of the door, giving me a worried glance before shutting it.

Why was my life so hard? I never thought Girl Meets World would give me so much fame... I just wanna take a break and go somewhere without the paparazzi chasing after me! I wanted to be 3 years older so there would be no age difference between me and Peyton! I wanted to...be a normal girl for once...

I was about to pick up my fork when my phone buzzed. I looked at my screen. "Pey Pey ♥︎"

Pey Pey ♥︎ : Rowan why did u run away

Pey Pey ♥︎ : Rowan please

Pey Pey ♥︎ : did u hear what I said in my trailer?

Pey Pey ♥︎ : I'm sorry

Pey Pey ♥︎ : I know you can see this

Pey Pey ♥︎ : don't ignore me pls

Pey Pey ♥︎ : ROWAN I'M SORRY

Pey Pey ♥︎ : I didn't mean the stuff I said!

I sniffed and completely ignored his texts. I didn't want to get more hurt than I already was.

Pey Pey ♥︎ : Rowan! Ik u saw my texts

Pey Pey ♥︎ : I have sth 2 tell u pls don't ignore me

I unlocked my phone and sighed. Whatever. I'll just give him what he wants and maybe he'll stop making my day worse.

Rowboat : whAt do you want?!

Pey Pey ♥︎ : there u r row row

Rowboat : you don't get to call me row row

Pey Pey ♥︎ : :( y not

Rowboat : ...say what u wanna say I don't have all day

Pey Pey ♥︎ : um sabrina's having an happy 18th birthday party thing right?

Rowboat: yeah

Pey Pey ♥︎ : we're supposed to have a date?

I felt the slightest smile on my lips.

Rowboat: are you asking me out, peyton?

I held my breath.

Pey Pey ♥︎ : Olivia Stuck asked me.

I felt some hot tears stinging in my eyes. WHAT?! I never should've had high expectations.  He's everything a girl wants. I just... I couldn't stand it anymore.

Pey Pey ♥︎ : Rowan?

Pey Pey ♥︎ : hello?

Pey Pey ♥︎ : I'm really sorry. I said yes.

Rowboat: Peyton?

Pey Pey ♥︎ : yeah?

Rowboat: get the fuck out of my life.

And I shut my phone. I have completely lost my appetite. "Mom?" I called. "I don't feel like eating my dinner. Can you pick it up? I also don't feel like walking."

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. My mom came in. "Honey, what's wrong?" She asked. I shook my head. Being my mom, I think she understands the stress I go through everyday. So she took my plate of untouched lasagna and gave me a kiss on the forehead before going back downstairs.

A tear splashed onto my desk. Then I started crying. Looking at the picture of me and Peyton on my desk just made me cry even more. We were so happy back then, and I was immature. I didn't know things. But now I did.

I guess hope is for suckers after all.

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Hey new chapter! Sorry if I broke your lil reyton hart (see what I did there < 😏😏😂 no? Okay.) but I promise the next few chapters will fix it. Dayum Peyton u bad boy. Okay? Okay. TYSM for nearly 200 reads! Also don't forget to vote and comment your thoughts! TY 💘💖💜💕💁🏻 xx -rach