I'm a celebrity, and my jerk brother dared me to go an allboys boarding

Im a celeb (new chptr! yay!)

Damian's POV:

My brain began reeling in overdrive as I re- read the letter Matthew had sent to Jordan- okay I only had a few days to stop Matthew from ruining my chances of getting back together with Jordan. Suddenly, I had an excellent idea.. What if Jordan found out Matthew was cheating on her? She would sever all ties with him-no questions asked- I could practically guarantee it!

But the question was how? I knew Matthew would never actually do it- he was that kind of one-girl only person, and he worshipped Jordan!

WHY WHY WHY did girls always fall for the emo sensitive romantic dude?? Why couldn't they fall in love with playboys so it would be so easy to pull them apart??

Then, an idea kicked in. And an evil grin slipped on to my face.

I grabbed a piece of paper from my table and an inky pen. It wasn't a widely known secret-but apart from being charming and handsome, I had a few other talents, one which included copying the handwriting of others. It made shopping so much easier when I was using my parents' credit cards- I signed their names better than they did themselves.

A half hour later, I had finally completed my mission: I had painstakingly copied Matthew's handwriting to write up a whole new letter in replacement of his old one. There was not one detail I had forgotten to add or missed. There was a flick of the dot for each "i" and I had used an especially elegant scrawl, which was rather gothic style in small neat letters. The new letter now read:

Jordan:

I'm sorry to tell you this but I have found myself a new girlfriend, Shelby (damian's note: lol I had randomly wrote that name). We both love each other dearly, and I will be able to make our relationship public, instead of how we had to keep ours secret before (A/N: remember? Jordan was pretending to be a guy, and unless they wanted to be labelled gay they had to keep their relationship secret. )

I have written you this letter as I do not wish to try to hide my new relationship from you, as I do not wish for you to feel that I'm a two-timer or something else related. I do hope we can remain friends, though, despite our break-up. I hope you are able to understand.

To show that I truly do wish to remain friends, I have decided to pay you a trip at your shoot location soon as I have some free time from school. Let's pretend our relationship never happened, so we shall both act as friends, okay? I do not wish to betray Shelby as I really love her, so I'm sorry our relationship is over.

Yours Sincerely,

Matthew

15/11/10

"Wow im such a freaking genius!" I thought as I praised myself. The letter was really realistic-and exactly the kind of letter someone as sentimental as Matthew would write. Who else would write " I hope we can remain friends" in a break-up letter. Who would even WRITE a break up letter in the first place? Only he would do such a thing-not that he even wrote this letter or wanted to break up with Jordan in the first place... but what Jordan didn't know would not hurt her right?

I let myself feel victorious for a moment, and let myself savour the moment. Jordan would be so hurt that she would never talk to Matthew again! And after I comforted her, she would need my comfort and help so much, she would just be like putty in my arms! With that thought, I neatly folded the paper, pushed it into an envelope lying on the table, and slapped a stamp on it, and scribbled Jordan's room and address on it and headed to the post hall to send the letter.

= After the letter had been sent, the day where Jordan received the fake letter=

Jordan's POV:

I was pretty cheerful as I hummed a simple melody while strolling down to collect my daily post from the post hall. I was hoping to receive a letter from Matthew, and lo and behold- when I reached the table, I saw Matthew's letter-which explained my good mood as I walked back to my room to read and savour his letter. My good mood didn't last long.

When I carefully slit open the letter with my pink letter opener, I sat on my bed to read it. The first time I read it, I felt confusion. The second time I read it, I felt anger. The last time I yet again re-read it, my eyes scanning the paper, I felt despair and sadness.

Matthew had just broken up with me. By post. But why? Thoughts and questions flew through my head so fast- I couldn't even think properly. I tried to calm myself down but to no avail. Was it so hard to find a guy who truly loved you? Why was the universe so cruel so as to let me be dumped twice? Why did all guys treat you like treasure when they didn't have you but dump you once they know you love them? Why was it so unfair?

I dug my manicured fingernails into my palms hard, in a failed attempt to try to control my emotions. I couldn't help the helpless tears rolling down my face, which was mixed with some mascara I had been using. I held the paper up and crushed it. I turned to throw it into the dustbin... But I just couldn't. I was so sadly pathetic that I loved him to the extent that I couldn't bear to throw a letter from him away. As I slowly dumped myself onto my rose coloured imported from India three-thousand-thread -count rug, I hugged my knees together, and hid my face in them. The pain was back, the pain which Damian had left me which had slowly started to disappear when I was with Matthew had started reappearing again. The pain hurt me badly. I felt about as helpless as a new born child , I felt about as crushed as the crushed letter I crumpled into my hand. Death was a better option than this misery which had once again resurfaced into my life. I didn't know what to do- I didn't even have the energy to do anything, except weep in sorrow. I had tried my best to be nice, kind and loving, but somehow that was never enough. Why did Matthew have to be so gentlemanly about it-to even write a letter to tell me? Why couldn't he just cheated on me like Damian had did? At least I would feel fury and hate, other than sadness and pain. But now, all I could do was cry.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. " What is it?" I managed to stutter out, but later repeated in confidence. In acting, crying was a form of weakness. You didn't cry until you knew your whole life was over. Confidence was the only key to gain respect. "Its time for acting scene 8 part 9 in five minutes, Miss Hayley." One of the many staff helpers reminded me. I thanked her for the reminder and asked to be left alone to prepare. She obliged, reminded me not to be late, and scurried off, probably to remind other actors involved in the scene.

I went to my vanity table, and slowly started to reapply my ruined makeup and choose a new set of clothes, even though all I wanted was to snuggle up against a warm fire and stuff myself my marshmallows. Why couldn't I do that you ask? Because. In the acting world, even if something tragic had happened to you, even if someone close to you was seriously injured or even if they passed away, if you had to act as a happy go lucky person, you couldn't postphone or delay it. You set your emotions aside to do what your career instructed to do. Either that, or get fired.

Because that's what actors/actresses do.

They act.

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Hey guys! YAY I updated!!! :D are you proud of me?? LOL!!!

I personally heart the last two sentences, how bout u guys?

Im going on my trip today, so I decided to update today!:D

I know I promised u guys matthew, but don't worry, matthew is coming up in the next chptr, and if possible, I'll even try to include Matt's POV ;)

But don't worry ! Jordan eventually finds out that the letter was a total sham/fake/whatever. She hates Damian, but then again, Damian isn't one to give up easily ;) LOL. Haha since there were so many matt fans, I decided to give matt a role in the film too :D

Things are about to get tricky..... ;) and more characters are about to be added.

So keep updated! And fan/vote/like/enjoy (lol I shall stop now because I sound like a desperate commercial,

But seriously. Comment!! Love u guys!

~Jade