Falsities

Chapter Ten

Rowan's POV
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean yells, charging to Peyton, Alex and me. He goes to Alex and bends down, helping him up. Moments later, Joel and Michael are next to him, looking at us. Dean gives Peyton an icy glare as he says, "We could take a lawsuit against you for this."
"Let me tell you why you're not gonna," I say, stepping in front of Peyton. "If you try to convict Peyton of assault, everyone will find out exactly why. They'll find out about Peyton and I, they'll find out that you forced me to date this scumbag, and they'll find out that he abused me first." I hold my wrist up and twist my arm, showing the three of them my bruised wrist.
Dean scowls and helps Alex trudge out of our studio. Why had they even been here in the first place? I wasn't supposed to be doing anything with Alex today, was I?
"Check your emails," Joel orders. Peyton and I both pull our phones out and swipe through a few things.
I find an email from Joel:

Rowan--
Meet Michael, Dean, Alex and me at the front of the studio at 10:15. Look presentable.
----Joel

I don't ask Peyton what his says, but he just closes out of his email. "Since you ruined Alex and Rowan's date," Joel says to Peyton, causing both of us to cringe, "you both get to stay in your rooms until filming today."
"You're grounding us?" Peyton laughs.
"Yes," Joel says coldly, and Peyton stops.
"Filming starts at 2:30 today," Michael informs us. Then, Michael puts his hand on my shoulder and begins to escort me to my room, and Joel does the same for Peyton. They parade us through the cast and crew, who had all witnessed what had happened.
Michael walks me to my room and there is a man standing at the door when I get there. "This is Matthew," Michael tells me. "He's going to make sure you don't leave." I wonder when they called him and told him to meet us here.
I want to argue, but instead I just nod. I smile at Matthew and go into my room, closing the door and flopping down onto my bed. I call my mom, tell her how I'm doing and how everything is going, then I hang up and watch TV. At about 11:45, I get a text.
Peyton: meet me in guest room 4cd in 10 minutes
Me: there's a guard in front of my room
Peyton: mine too. if you ask him to go get you something, he'll leave. hurry
I climb off my bed and open the door. "Matthew?" I ask. He turns around to face me. "I'm really hungry. Could you go get me something to eat?"
"What would you like?" he asks.
"Um, French fries," I suggest.
"Just French fries?" he responds.
"Yes," I say.
"Okay. I'll be back in two minutes. Don't leave," he says. I nod and shut the door. Fools.
After thirty seconds, I open it again to find the hallway empty, so I step outside. I look left and right before taking off to my left, sprinting. There is a guard at the end of the hall that goes left, so I run right and keep running until I reach the guest room section. There are 6 floors of guest rooms and three sections on each floor that are labeled with a letter. Guest Room 4cd will be the fourth room on the fourth floor in the third section. So I take the stairs up and up and up, and I know that by now the guards are looking for me. I fling the door to the fourth floor open and run to the third section, making my way to the fourth door. I knock harshly, breathing heavy, until Peyton opens the door and pulls me inside. He closes and locks the door behind me.
"Are they chasing you?" he asks as I take a seat on the bed. I shake my head.
"They didn't follow me," I tell him, "but they should be looking for me right about now."
"How much time does that give us?" Peyton asks me.
"You locked the door, right?" He nods. "Then until filming starts." We smile at each other.
He comes over and sits on the bed next to me, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. "I can't believe Alex did that to you," he says, frowning at my wrist.
I shrug. "I don't want to be around him anymore," I tell Peyton, sighing.
"Believe me," Peyton starts, "I don't want you to be around him either." He kisses my temple and then rests his forehead against it.
"Do you think they're going to find us?" I ask him, slowly and breathily.
"No," he starts, "but if they do, the door has all locks on it, not just the key. They'll be able to unlock it but they won't be able to get in."
"Good," I breathe, backing up on the bed and resting my head on a pillow. "How did you get in here anyway?"
Peyton laughs as he backs up and lays next to me. "You know my friend Asher?" he asks. I nod. "When he came here to visit he thought he lost the key, but he left it in my room. I found it a month later and now I use it."
"What happens if somebody is using this room?" I question.
"They have six floors of rooms with three sections each. I don't think they'll need this particular one for a very long time," he smiles, leaning up on his elbow to look at me. "Unfortunately," he starts, "we can't turn on the tv, because they can track the electricity usage to this room and start yelling at us. So, we'll have to figure out something else to do."
"Oh," I smirk, "what a problem that will be." I lean up and attach our lips, then pull Peyton down so I can rest my head on the pillows. He shifts his body over me in one swift movement and I gasp when his hand lands on my waist, pushing my shirt up slightly and staying on my bare skin. My arms are around his neck, with one hand in his hair.
Peyton's mouth leaves mine, but he begins to kiss my jaw, then my neck. I close my eyes as he attacks my collarbone. "Pey," I gasp as he begins to nibble on it, "Pey you can't leave a mark. Riley can't have a hickey on her neck."
"Too late," he smiles. "And it's on your collarbone, actually." I laugh a little as he moves back to my lips.
"How am I supposed to," I say between kisses, "explain this to Michael and Joel?"
"Your boyfriend got excited," he snickers. I flip him over so I'm on top, straddling his waist and sitting up. My hair is all pulled over my left shoulder and my hands are placed on his chest.
"I'm serious, Peyton," I tell him.
"God, you're gorgeous," he says, staring at me with gleaming eyes. "Kiss me again."
"They're going to get mad at me because of it," I sigh.
"They're already mad at us," he tells me, bringing his hand up to my face and skimming his thumb across my cheek. "Just, kiss me again."
I smile and lean down to his face and our noses touch, fitting next to each other. "Peyton," I murmur before he kisses me softly, slowly.
When he pulls away, he says, "Don't worry about it right now, okay?" I give him a small nod and he kisses me again.
"Wait," I say, pulling back and biting my lip, "what if they get mad at you."
Before I realize what's happening, I'm under Peyton and he's smiling down at me.
"Then they get mad at me," he whispers. "But it's cute that you're worried about it."
"I don't want Joel and Michael to be even madder at you," I confess, not looking Peyton directly in the eye. "What if they put you on probational leave and take Lucas off the show for a while? The fans will kill us, Pey."
"We'll deal with it if it happens," he assures me as he rolls off of me and lays next to me. Peyton pulls me into him and holds me close.
Then there's a knock on the door. Shit.
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Kind of a long chapter but I hope you guys liked it.