"𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭"
"𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞"
✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ
𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓, a girl from a small town, is pure and believes the best of the world. 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎�...
i know that i took forever to update, and i'm so sorry. i want to try something because on one of my other stories, i did this and it helped me a lot. i'm going to be setting goals each time and if you guys reach it, i'll make sure to update within two weeks!!
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"Hello!" A voice chirped from behind me.
I jumped back and held my breath for a short moment. I placed my hand on the edge f the counter before securely grabbing onto the tray I was holding. "Oh gosh," I mumbled under my breath. I turned around to be greeted by the lovely person that scared me. "Austin?" I said with doubt in my tone. "What are you doing here?"
He scratched the back of his neck and glanced at me guiltily. I knew then and there that whatever he was going to say wasn't going to be a good thing. I had my full attention on him now as I waited patiently, tapping on my foot, for him to answer. "Look, I'm very sorry about how your name was dragged all over the media recently."
Realization dawned upon me. "It's fine." I gave him a sincere smile, so he wouldn't question my response. It's been terrible, but I get it. It's not his fault.
He was still scratching at the back of his neck. "Well, management says it's not fine."
"Okay??" I replied uncertainly because I did not understand where he was going with this. I maneuvered my way around him and placed the tray onto the table for Share to wash later. He followed me after me but stopped once I shot him a look.
"They don't like that people think that we're dating when we're not," he explained further. "Plus, the fact that you've been seen with the other boys, plus Brandon, isn't good publicity." He had air quotes when he said 'publicity.' He looked sorry, but I still wasn't catching on to what he was saying. "They say it's creating a bad image because people think you're my girlfriend, but cheating on me with my best friend and ruining his relationship," he said in one huge breath.
"What?" I yelled, but when I got the stares of the few people who were eating here, I shied away. "What?" I whispered this time, still frantic. "That's horrible," I said biting my lip. The nasty looks I've been getting, the whispering behind my back-- all of it was coming back and gnawing and my insecurities.
"I know," he nodded solemnly. "They said that they'll pay you to be my fake girlfriend and fix all of this."
"Are they crazy? Are you crazy?" I questioned angrily. All my thoughts flew out the window because I have never heard anything more absurd than this. "What do you guys think I am? I'm not going to sell myself short like that," I scowl. I was about to push through the employee doors to walk away from him and this ridiculous conversation when he stopped me.
"Wait, Eliana. Please hear me out," he pleaded. I turned my head slightly to look at him and the slight desperation on his face and most importantly, the guilt, made me face him again. "They had another idea, and please let me finish before you shut it down. You could be like our publicist. Well, more like our second one-- like our publicist's intern," he offered.
