Back Where I Belong

Chapter 24

Zoey's pov

"But it's my song, why can't I decide who sings it with me?" I demand, crossing my arms over my chest. I was mad.

Here's the rundown of why.

I want Peyton to sing the duet with me. So I asked Jenn about it, thinking we'd be cool and she'd be okay, and beides, she had to approve it anyway. So, she said no. Apparently there's some new artist, Travis Young, who she wants me to do the duet with. She's convinced that if Travis, from Hollywood Records and me, from Hi or Hey Records work together, then we'll sell even more albums. She's about as dumb as a tree. No, she may be dumber than a tree.

I obviously got mad because I wrote the song for me and Peyton. Not some guy named Travis. I can't sing a love song with someone I've never met before. And honestly, I don't think it's very fair that I have to share my Zeyton song with him.

"Zoey, it's a four minute long song. Can you just suck it up?" Jenn asks, rubbing her temples. I see her glance over at the clock. She was waiting until I had to leave. Our meeting had gotten pushed back a day and I would have to leave for my flight right after this.

"No. It's mine and Peyton's song, not mine and Travis' song," I tell her for the millionth time today.

I hear her draw in and deep breath. Then she slams her hands down on the table. She stands up, then leans across the desk.

"Zoey, you signed with this label. In your contract, you agreed that we get to choose the artists you work with. So shut up and suck it up!" She yells, glaring at me. I send a glare back on her, then turn on my heel and leave.

"How'd the meeting go?" Calum asks after I climb into the van.

I slam the door closed, "Shitty. I don't like Jenn anymore."

"Why? What happened?" Michael questions, clicking the power button on his phone.

"She making me sing the duet I specifically wrote for me and Peyton, with someone named Travis Young. I have to sing a love song with some random new artist!" I rant, clenching my hands into fists.

"That's pretty shitty. I'm sorry, Zoey. I'm sure Peyton will understand though," Ashton says, shooting me a sympathetic smile.

I turn to face him, "I know Peyton will understand. But I'll have to deal with the damn tabloids publishing their stupid 'Troey' or whatever the hell it is stories! And I have to share mine and Peyton's song!"

Ashton looked pretty damn scared. So did Calum, Luke, Michael, and even Andrew. I take a few shaky breaths, trying to calm myself. It wasn't working.

"Ash, mate, don't make any sudden movements or say anything stupid. Femals are even more dangerous than nuclear bombs when they're angry," Luke warns in a whisper. I roll my eyes. I get that stupid hormones are all screwed up, but I'm not murderous.