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twenty-one

GUYS IM WORKING ON A NEW FANFIC AND IT HAS A DIFFERENT PLOT FROM MY OTHER BOOKS AND IM HYPED FOR IT, ANY OF YOU PLANNING ON READING IT???

"What do I do now?"

"Talk to him, obviously. Go to his apartment all mad, and don't take his excuses. Nothing he can say can make you feel bad, am I clear? You're going to make him loose sleep over you." Amber states, and I nod my head. Since practically the whole world knew about what happened, it was about time Amber got to know.

"The drama should be over soon, and least that's what he said."

"Who?" Amber asks, confused.

"Huh? Oh, a paparazzi guy. It's a long story." I say, adding the last part when I see that Amber's facial expression hadn't looked any less confused.

"Well, that's good. At least the reporters won't be on your back, and you won't have your picture taken. Now it's just between you and that scumbag."

I don't respond, too busy looking at the floor, flooding in my thoughts. Amber sighs and shakes her head before speaking again.

"You can't actually still not hate him by now, can you?"

"I don't know, I mean, it wasn't his fault."

"Are you kidding me?!" Amber shrieks, shaking her head. "If he wanted to stop all of this, I swear to you he could do it without breaking a sweat."

"But how do you even know that he knew about any of this going on?" I ask, and she rolls her eyes as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Are you serious right now? I can't believe I'm even explaining this to you. First off, he hasn't called or said anything about this whole thing. Second, you haven't caught him acting strange? And that whole 'I got through the front door' excuse for the time you met up at the building is absolute bullshit. You even said you heard talking when you were climbing up the stairs! Shawn Mendes is a slime ball, and if you're to oblivious to say it then I will." Amber bursts, and I'm silent.

"He seems guilty about it though. He was extremely distance on the roof of that building, like he didn't want us to touch so their wouldn't be any pictures." I say, trying my best to defend him. Why don't I purely hate him as much as Amber does at the moment? I honestly don't have a clue.

"I never said he wasn't guilty about it. I mean, a slime ball has to have a subconscious that's probably eating him away right now. That's why you're going to be the one that goes up to him, your broken heart in your hand, and flick him off. Don't get him angry at you, but don't be so soft that he'll think you'll forgive him."

"And when exactly am I going to do this?" I ask, and she rolls her eyes as if it was obvious.

"Right now, idiot. Come on, I'm driving you there."

And so she did. Amber dragged me into her car and I gave her the address, and she drove me to the place Shawn was staying which really wasn't far at all.

When we got to the front, I noticed a few people with cameras sitting at the entrance of the hotel, and I realized this would be slightly harder than I originally thought it would be.

"I've got a plan." Amber says, and hands me her sunglasses. She reaches in the back seats and pulls out a red wig, which causes me to reevaluate our friendship, because God knows where she got this wig.

"Put these on. When we leave this car we speak Spanish and Spanish only." Amber tells me, and I nod.

I was fluent in Spanish, and Amber had picked up on some words that they don't teach her in Spanish class, so it would be pretty easy carrying out a simple conversation.