Back Where I Belong

Chapter 34

Zoey's pov (a month later)

"Three months left," I mumble to myself as I get ready for my 'date' with Travis. Jenn and her team of idiots set it up. A nice lunch out. Just the two of us. Until they tip off the paparazzi so they get pictures of us.

Jenn's mad at me because some of my fans and some of the boys' fans don't really believe that Travis and I are together. They think it's for publicity. They are absolutely correct. But Jenn wants everyone to believe that Travis and I are in love. Yuck.

"You okay, Zoey?" Luke asks, leaning against my door frame.

"I wouldn't I be? I'm just about to go on another stupid fake date with the boy who thinks that I actually want to date him back. Yep, just peachy," I snap.

"I know. Fake dating sucks," he agrees, nodding. I nod as well. I haven't forgotten about Luke's fake ex girlfriend, Arzaylea. I hated her almost as much as I hate Jenn.

"It's just three more months though. Then you're done," he reminds me. I sigh and nod, grabbing my bag. Then the two of us go downstairs.

"You look great," Travis says, standing to greet me.

I stifle a groan, "Thank you."

"What would you like to eat?" A waitress questions, walking over to our table.

"Alfredo," Travis answers, still watching me with a smile on his face.
She scribles it down on her paper, then turns to me, her eyebrows raised.

"I'm good. Thank you though," I reply. She nods, then walks off.

"Why aren't you eating?" My fake date asks, concern evident in his tone.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes, "I'm just not hungry. Ashton made me a big breakfast." Travis shrugs and messes with something on the table cloth.
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"Peyton, I hate it. He keeps trying to make a move on me," I complain, laying my head on Peyton's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Zoey. I really am. I hate that I can't do anything to help," Peyton says, kissing my forehead. I sigh, contently.

"I wish it was still me taking you out on dates. As soon as this contract expires, we'll go on a date. Deal?" He questions, trying to change the subject.

"Deal. As long as we go to IHOP in our pajamas," I tell him.

Peyton laughs which makes me smile wider. I love the sound of his laugh.

"Deal. As soon as we get our of this stupid contract, then we'll go to IHOP in our pajamas. But we should get matching pjs first. We should one of those annoying couples who always wear the matching clothes," he jokes, knowing how annoying I find those people.

"Definitely. Maybe we can get those 'Future Mommy' and 'Future Daddy' shirts," I laugh.

"I'll buy you a hot mama one," Peyton teases, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. We both giggle.

"I don't think I could do that. But matching Ninja Turtle pjs, I can do," I say, smiling.

"Deal. IHOP in our matching Ninja Turtle pjs. Got it," Peyton says, smiling back at me.