White Liar {PERMANENT HIATUS}

Natalie, the world-famous model, thought her life was perfect. But her fantasy comes crashing to a halt when she finds out that Justin, her long-time boyfriend, has been cheating on her. She tries to figure out what to do, but soon, one member of a well-known boy band catches her eye... Then, when Justin makes a surprising announcement, what will happen? As she focuses on her love for her boyfriend, she constantly finds her mind slipping back to the blue-eyed beauty.

Who knew that Natalie would become a white liar too?

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3. Chapter 3

The drive home is filled with him telling hilarious stories about what happened on tour. I try to tell him about one of my photo shoots where someone accidentally tripped over a wire, sending cameras falling to the ground, but he's too busy rambling about his concerts. 

The minute we walk in the door of our house (or if you'd prefer mansion), he slams me against the wall and begins to kiss me roughly.

"I've missed you so much, baby," he growls into the kiss. "The way your lips feel on mine." 

I can only moan in response. I'm sure he can tell I've missed him too. 

Only after a minute - a very short minute -, we're interrupted by a loud, obnoxious ringing. Justin pulls away, and my eyebrows furrow.

"That's my phone." He looks down at the caller ID and gives me the 'I-gotta-take-this' look. "This is a really important phone call with, uh... Scooter."

"Ugh, he had to call now?" I giggle, but Justin just gives me an unreadable expression before pressing the answer button. 

He goes into the kitchen to take the call while I decide to unpack his clothes; it seems like the right thing to do after his long flight. I drag the bags up the entryway stairs (it takes three trips), then begin emptying his belongings into his drawers. Opening the side pocket on one of his bags, I stick my hand inside to see if he has anything in it and feel a long, velvet box. I slowly pull it out to see what it is, lift the cover, and my mouth drops open in surprise. It's a silver necklace with a beautiful, sparkling charm. Justin got this for me while he was away? It's gorgeous. I can't wait until he gives it to me! I put it back in the pocket, reminding myself I have to act surprised when that time comes. 

I finally get through the first bag when Justin calls up to me. "Natalie! I have to, um, go to the studio. Scooter needs me," he shouts.

"What about our date tonight?" I ask, disappointed. He just got back from his tour not even an hour ago. Why would Scooter need him? 

"I'll be back in time. I promise." And with that, he walks out the door.

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Once I finish unpacking, I decide to turn on the TV. I flip through the channels until I come upon Full House; it's always been one of my favorite shows. 

My phone starts ringing in the middle of a commercial, causing me to jump. Maybe it's Justin calling to tell me he's on his way home? Or maybe it's Justin calling to tell me he can't make it tonight. Might as well find out. I check the caller ID to find out it's not Justin, but that's okay because the caller just about makes up for it.

"Christina, hi!" I exclaim. 

"Natalie, bonjour!" she replies.

"How was Paris?" I question.

"It was fantástico!" she announces.

"Um, Chris? I think fantástico is Spanish," I inform her.

"I've always believed in following your heart rather than your head."

"What? You're confusing me! Did you want to go to Spain or Mexico instead?" Geez, she may be my best friend, but that doesn't mean I understand everything she says.

"No, Paris was," she sighs, "parfait."

"Was it?" First fantástico and now parfait; I'm almost positive that by those two adjectives, she means boys. "What's his name?"

"What's whose name?" she asks innocently. Ha, as if she doesn't know!

"Don't pretend like you don't know, missy," I scold. "You were a single, young, très séduisant - I can speak French, too - model in Paris. It's not hard to figure out that you met at least one cute guy. I'm one of your best friends; spill it." I don't need to know all the latest gossip, but when it comes to my closest and dearest, I need to know every detail.

"Alright, fine. I'll tell you about my wild adventures in the great country of France!" 

I hear another ringing go off. "Hold on, Chris, I'm getting another call on the landline. I'll see who it is." I put her on speaker then run to grab the home phone.

"Hello?" I say into the receiver.

"Guess who!" the voice replies.

"Hmm, the pope?" I ask.

"Guess again, sweet cheeks."

"Betty White?"

"Incorrect!"

"I give up," I conclude.

"The correct answer would've been your best friend, Geneva," she tells me.

"I would've never guessed." I shake my head then remember she can't see me.

"Woah, hold it right there!" Christina yells from the other phone. "She never said you were her meilleur amie." The three of us tend to have these 'fights' all the time. We bicker over who is whose best friend; or in this case, who is whose meilleur amie.

Since I don't feel like arguing over our friendship status, I say, "We're all equal best friends! Okay? Now, Chris was just about to tell me about her wild adventures in the great country of France and I want to hear it." 

"Hold on, let me go grab the popcorn," Geneva jokes.

At the mention of food, I remember about tonight.

"Wait, I forgot!" I mentally, then physically, smack my forehead. "Justin and I are going out to Crü for dinner tonight."

"Ooh, romantic," Christina coos mockingly. "Where is that boy anyways? Getting ready for your fancy date? I haven't heard from him yet."

I frown. "Actually, no. He's down at the studio; he said that Scooter needed him for something, but I don't know why," I wonder. "He just came back from his tour."

"I smell something fishy," Geneva counters. "What time are the reservations?"

"6 o'clock."

"How about we go eat out together instead? It's already 5:50. Besides, it'll teach 'the Biebs' not to leave his beautiful girlfriend waiting."

"Gen, I'm sure he'll be here in ti-" 

"I'll meet you there in ten minutes," she cuts me off. I sigh. There's no point in arguing with her now that she has her mind made up. She's been honest about her (not-so-happy) feelings since I started dating Justin. It's not that she doesn't like him, it's just that she thinks he isn't the best boyfriend for me. Anyone could tell by the way she acts around him or how she acts when I mention him. Her body becomes rigid and tense.

I hear a click on my home phone signaling that Gen hung up.

"What am I gonna do, Chris?" I ask sadly. "She doesn't like him at all."

"She has her reasons," Christina says. Yeah, I wish I knew those reasons. She's never told me why she doesn't like him, except for the fact that he's no good for me, which I know isn't the whole truth. "But if it's any consolation, I like him." I can hear the smirk in her voice, as if she's trying to win me over by being the better friend.

"I know." Christina's been pretty vocal about her love for Justin (the oppostie of Geneva); she used to be a huge Belieber when she was a teen (though she doesn't say it, I'm pretty sure she still is). "See you in a few minutes!" Then I hang up.

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What do you guys think? I suck at writing long chapters, I know >.< hopefully they'll get longer as the story gets more interesting! And the reason the updates are so slow is because I'm working on a few other fanfics... 


 

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