Adopted (a Fall Out Boy/Pete Wentz fan fic)

Chapter 38

Pete's pov

I started getting a call on my phone. I looked down and saw it was management. I stepped out of the room and I picked it up saying,

"Hello?"

"Pete my boy! This is wonderful! The pathetic teenager you adopted getting shot has been amazing for the bands publicity!" The head of our management boomed.

I shook my head before saying, "I don't care! She's hurt!"

"And she's gonna be in the Olympics! We're sending paparazzi out to get shots of her training! This is gonna make you guys even bigger!" he exclaimed.

I ran a hand through my hair replying, "I don't care about that anymore! My sister is in the hospital with a bullet hole in here so don't you fucking dare talk about publicity."

His chair rolled on the hard wood floors echoed through the phone as he sighed, "Petey boy. The real reason we had you adopted her was publicity. You were never too reckless. Just the perfect amount. Admit it. You wanted more publicity. Whether you chose to acknowledge it or not."

He's right. There always was a part of me that hoped Brandie would get us more publicity. But I really didn't care about that now.

"I'll take your silence as a yes."

"Go to hell," I growled before hanging up. Someone shuffled behind me and I spun around, and Ashlee stood there.

She looked at me with a disappointed face saying, "Brandie loves you. She looks up to you. If she finds out it's gonna break her heart."

"Ashlee it was never completely about the publicity. I didn't want to adopt her but now that I did I couldn't be happier! Especially now they're we're getting married. I love her so much," I rushed.

She shook her head and I froze as Brandie whispered, "I knew it was too good to be true."