The Fake Girlfriend

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

I used my fingers to comb through my unruly natrually curly hair that reached the tip of my belly button. I examine my face, trying to decide if more make-up would be appropriate or too dramatic. I had a pretty circular shaped face, my cheeks always a pastel pink- even when it was unnecessary. My brown eyebrows were long and thick, roundingly arching up slightly above my big, clear blue eyes.

I sighed, my mane of curly cues framing my face.

"As good as it's gonna get, I guess," I mumbled to myself and grabbed my black tote purse to walk out the door.

"Ooo, someone's looking good," Ruby cat called as I rolled my eyes walking past her.

I had hoped to look somewhat decent. Wearing a sleevless floral dress, paired with some nice Louibutton knock off nude stilletto heels and my- very exspensive purchase that I saved up ten months for- Michael Kors, black leather purse.

I hailed a cab and told him the directions that Scarlett had given me last night. She didn't say what the job was exactly yet but that she would be pleased if I came into her office and formerly let her introduce herself. Her words exactly.

I sat back in the seat, my spine straight up and my heart all fluttery. The cabbie stopped the car and tossed him a twenty in all one's- I needed to get rid of those anyway.

The building was in the city of New York, a skyscraper that towered up into the sky and made me feel so intimidated I almost turned around and cried. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin and walked into the building with a smile on my face.

"I'm here to see Scarlett O'dair," I told the redheaded receptionist.

She gave me a fake whitetoothed smile. "Name?" she asked, with a twinge of annoyance in her speech.

"Rayne Stephanie," I told her.

She groaned and stood up. "Right this way, Ms. Stephanie." Then turned around her desk and walked down a long hall with white, glistening tiles.

I followed her, smoothing out my dress along the way and praying my hair wasn't starting to look a like a lion's mane.

She stopped at a closed office door, knocking lightly.

"Ms. Stephanie is here to see you," she called in an irritated tone.

"Send her in!" I heard a voice call.

The redhead pursed her lips and gestured. "Goodluck," she mumbled and walked away.

I took a shaky breath and walked in, hoping my legs looked okay with these heels.

"Rayne, take a seat," Scarlett, smiled and gestured to the seat in front of her.

Pushing the back of my skirt down with my hands, I sat on the edge of my seat. Back poised like the models in the fashion magazine Ruby and I envied our broke selves over.

"Alright," I said, pushing a smile onto my face.

Her red lips stretched further into a grin. "Let's get to the point, shall we?" Scarlett gestured her long slender fingers in the air. "Are you familiar with the Jonas Brothers?"

My brow creased. The boyband? "Uhm, yes, ma'am, I am..." I replied, unsure of what she was hinting at.

She folded her hands in front of her. "Well, I'm not sure if you keep up with the tabloids or not but two- thirds of the boys are taken, leaving one single Nicholas Jonas out in the open."

The confusion was now completely visible on my face. What I had gotten myself into? "Okay... I'm not sure I'm following."

She pressed her lips together, holding up a skinny finger to me. "There has been rumors of Nick and his brother's girlfriend having a... eh, 'thing' for awhile. Which was most likely true, because Joe and Nick had a slight falling out for awhile- which was obvious in concerts and public appearances. That's beside the point though. Nick has become the player of the band and the press. He recently turned 21 and there's pictures being leaked of Nick out drinking and with girls."

I knit my sweaty hands together in my lap.

She sighed, sensing my nervousness. "As the Jonas Brother's publicist, it has been taken upon me to clear the air of all suspicion and keep Nick's classy image obtained. And that's where you come in." Her hand pointed to me.

"Me?" I asked dumbfounded.

She leaned further into her seat, across the desk to look me straight in the eye. Her shirt falling down and revealing cleavage underneath where her necklace dangled in mid air form her neck. "How would you feel about being Nick Jonas' girlfriend?" she asked, a sly smile on her lips.