Back Where I Belong

Chapter 31

Zoey's pov

"Just hold hands, hug, smile, and act like you're completely infatuated with each other. Zoey, don't forget, Peyton left you after he found out you were pregnant. Travis was your shoulder to cry on and the rest is history," Jenn instructs.

"I hate you," I mutter, glaring at her. Jenn rolls her eyes at me.

"Oh come on, Zoey. I'm not that bad, am I?" Travis questions, grinning as he slides his arm around my waist. I fight the urge to smack it away. Peyton should be the one holding me, not Travis.

Don't get me wrong, Travis is a great friend but that's it. I don't like him that way. I never will. I'm in love with Peyton. Yet, Travis still thinks he has a chance of actually winning my heart.

"Let's go you two," Jenn says, pushing us onto the red carpet for the iHeart Radio Music Awards. I pause momentarily, letting my eyes adjust to the bright lights of the camera. Then I start the walk down the red carpet, Travis right beside me.

I glance over to my left and see my brothers bored out of their minds as they do an interview. I giggle as Calum catches my eyes and makes faces at me.

"Zoey Irwin and Travis Young, how wonderful to see you both. So I guess the rumors are true. You are having a  baby!" One interviewer exclaims, stopping Travis and me.

"Yep," I mutter through gritted teeth.

"So who's the baby daddy?" She persists. Travis's turn. I was not going there.

"Well, um, her ex boyfriend, Peyton is the father, but he left her after she told him that she was pregnant. I found her alone, sobbing and I tried to comfort her," Travis says, smiling down at me affectionately.

"Boys are jerks. But men, like Travis, they are amazing. So, does that mean that you two are an item now? Is Travis going to be the father to your baby?" Nosy interview lady questions.

"Yes, we are together now. And I open with all of my heart that I can be a father figure for the baby," Travis answer, grinning widely. I try not to explode from anger, which wasn't easy. I was pissed.

"Can we get a Troey kiss? I mean, please, you two are so adorable," she gushes, sidestepping so that the paparazzi could get her in the pictures too.

I shake my head, "No, sorry."

"Oh come on, Zoey," she whines. Travis raises and eyebrow at me, wondering why I'm not going along with it. I refuse.

I turn away from him, then take a step down the red carpet. In less than three seconds, Travis was back at my side, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. He had a giant smile on his face.

I realize that this was probably one of the happiest moments of his life. He loved attention and the media. Meanwhile, I hated it. And this was one of the worst moments of my life.