I'm Faceless and Liam Payne is my Brother.

{Three} My Mistake

CHAPTER THREE: MY MISTAKE

Enjoy(: -Joeyyxox

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MusicMonday, thank God! At school, it's all about music, especially on Mondays! I guess you could call it a music school like NYU (New York University) and Julliard, but it's a school.

But today, it wasn't MusicMonday, so everyone wasn't in the brightest moods.

I was wearing my hair down and curly, normal make up, a tan see through flower lace long sleeve shirt and a black tank top underneath, really tight jeans with ripps and holes, tan louboutins, and my black over the shoulder bag I carry everywhere.

I looked into my bag to take out my Trig textbook and that's when I realized that I had left it in the vocal room. When I ached the room, Shelby, my favorite vocal teacher was singing a song, I knew the tune so well that I chimed in, little did I know that she was being recorded.

"I knew you could sing, but, I didn't think you could really sing." Shelby took my hands in hers. She was very excited.

"Yeah, but, you can't tell anyone, I don't really want to be famous like my brother." I walked over to my chair in the room ad picked up my trig book from the ground.

"I won't. This is our little secret, now. You have a free hour, correct?" Shelby was writing something down on a piece of paper.

"Yes," I placed my trig book into my backpack.

"Would you like coming in and just, sing everyday?"

"I'd like that,"

After school, I was waiting but my locker to meet Liam, so we could finally get home.

He didn't show up aft a good five to ten minutes, his class was just at the end of the hall, so, how could he be taking this long just to get to my locker?

I was getting mad all I wanted was to go home and talk to Dorota about what happened earlier with Shelby. Dorota was the only person I could talk to these days about anything. Good or Bad, she always had my back no matte what.

"Yeah, talk to you later," Justin says to some of the Lacrosse players, then ran over to me. "Aren't you supposed to be in Liam's car by now?"

"That's what I am thinking as well. I have no idea where Liam is at. Do you think he went home?" I ask.

"Well, lets go find out,"

Once we had gotten outside by the main entrance, the Lacrosse Team was sitting together wearing their jerseys and white shirts with letters that spelled out "Dylan, want to go to Prom with Justin?"

I looked over at Justin, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"I'll take that as a yes," Justin says held me up with his hands on my back.

I went to kiss him again, but my phone rang in Liam's ring tone. "I gotta run! Call me after your practice!" I ran towards Liam's car.

"I thought we were meeting by my locker," I got into Liam's car.

"Exactly. You weren't even there,"

"I was there for ten minutes, then I went over to talk to Nicole and Hillary."

"You're glad we're related or I would've left your ass."

"Just wait until Dad gives me my car,"

"We don't even know where Dad's at. How could he give you the car?" Liam asks.

"I don't know, just, drive so I can go home and eat Dorota's delicious double chocolate chip cookies,"