Rachel's pov
It was after school, and my manager just angrily gave me a phone call telling me to get my ass down to the agency because of, and I quote, 'some fucking important business with a certain someone'.
As the dusty pink sun set behind me, I walked through the tall city building. I even had to take a train over here, it was that far away. I would usually skate everywhere, but this was in the heart of the bustling, noisy city.
Not that I was complaining.
I pushed through the glass door and whipped out my ID card, flashing it to the secretary who in return flashed me a perfect, pearly white smile.
"What's the deal?" I say, as Michel, my agent, ushers me into a plush leather seat across the room.
"Rachel." He takes a deep breath as he fiddled with his phone "We have something to discuss"
"What is it? Are you ok?" I laugh at his state.Outside the doors I can hear strained voices. Yelling; then a series of shushing following closely behind.
"What's going on?" I ask, sitting up straight."I don't want to—"I hear a guys voice plead with a sharper, refined British one.
"There is no option—you signed for this!"
"No—You can't force me" the guy says again.
"Actually I can.""What are they talking about?" I ask Michael who is still fiddling with his phone, oblivious to the commotion outside that was growing louder by the second.
Suddenly, the door bursts open; a guy with short aburn hair was shoved through it.
Someone who I recognised instantly."Shane?" I stand up and walk over to him. "What the fuck is going on?"
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Shanes pov"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes."
"NO!"
"It's no use arguing"This is the conversation that has been running for over a hour now. Rachel and I refusing to do the dumb shit that our agents have insisted on from the start. Something we forgot about, but ultimately knew it would come to this.
But now? Are you fucking serious?
"No! I'm not going to pretend to date Shane for fame!" Rachel practically screams at my agent, who is staring beside hers in silence.
But they won't budge."There has to be another way! I can't—I won't do it right now." her eyes search my agents as she begs her to let them off the hook.
"Can't we postpone it another year?" I ask her.
"No. Your time is up. It is in your contract, and it comes down to this moment." The British accent cuts through my heart.
"It's all for the best." Says Rachels agent, Michel, nervously, "and you, or even us can't do anything about it"
"Paige please!" I beg my agent one last time.
"No." She quips "tomorrow you will announce your relationship, then you will date. Simple as that"
"It's not that fucking simple" I mutter."You—You British Bitch! Fuck you!" Rachel flips Paige off and storms out of the agency.
"Rachel woah chill" I yell after her, and follow her out of the mess that we call our agency.___________
Rachel's povAre you fucking kidding me right now?
Date Shane Dawson. Absolutely fucking not. We all know what happened last time, and it didn't turn out well.
"Rach woah wait up" I hear a voice yell behind me, but I ignore it and keep walking into the sunset.
"Rach!" It yells again."Kei!"
I stop and spin around, tears running down my face. "Lay" I sob into his chest as Shane wraps his arms around me.
Kei and Lay is the names we had for each other when we dated, because he gave me a silver key on a chain with a rose engraved on it, and he had a lock with the same rose on it. We never said it in front of anyone, so nobody knew those names. Key, Kei. Lock, Lay.
We never acknowledged it, but we both knew that we still wore them every day.
"It's ok" he whispers in my ear.
"It's not." I choke "R—"
"Ryland will be ok." He mumbles.
"No he won't, and neither will you"
"Maybe I won't. But he will understand"Those were the last words we spoke that night, we just stood there silently, in the middle of the city. The painted warm sunset glowing behind us, turning our tears orange.
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[A/N: sorry it was a shitty chapter, but I needed a link for this all to make sense so :)edit: jesus it doesn't work with the story sorry it's so different but I think...
Maybe I should make a story new of this chapter?? :O]
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Fanfiction"everyone calls me the bad boy; what do you think of me?" contains: swearing, drug use, breaking and entering, depression, cutting (only a little bit), and abuse/references to abuse