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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5. Chapter 5

I close my eyes to check if I'm seeing correctly. I open them again to find it is her. Selena. My jaw just about hits the floor. Why is she here, especially with my boyfriend? And why is she dressed so...sexy? I stand there, just watching them together for a few moments, when I realize we're out in the open. He could easily glance over in our direction and notice us. 

"Come over here," I hiss to the girls, grabbing their arms and pulling them to a table. I sit down and find a menu already on the table. I pick it up, placing it in front of my face as a shield. I can see them, but they can't see me. 

"Why are they here? Together?" Christina asks. 

"I bet they just bumped into each other," I lie. I always stand up for Justin because, well, he's the perfect boyfriend and loves me too much to cheat on me. 

"Where's Scooter then?" Gen questions. "Justin wouldn't come here all by himself."

"He's most likely in the bathroom." I hope. 

"Whatever you say," Gen mutters under breath. 

I ignore her comment, focusing back on the ex-couple. Would it really be just a coincidence that they ran into each other here? My thoughts are running wild with doubtful questions. 

My head snaps back to their table when I notice something off. Then, it seems like everything happens in slow motion: Selena leans in; Justin leans in; their lips only inches away. I feel like an intruder on a moment like this. No one else is supposed watch. So I don't. I'm fleeing the room a second before their lips touch. My feet pound against the floor beneath me as tears begin to sting my eyes. I'm almost to the end of the hallway when I hear Gen's and Chris's shouts. 

"Wait, Natalie!"

"People will see you!" 

I stop dead in my tracks. I can't run out in public like this, tears streaming down my face; it'd be on the news by tomorrow morning, even though there are only few people out there. I can just imagine the headlines: "NATALIE BREYAN, FAMOUS SUPERMODEL, RUNNING AWAY FROM RESTAURANT CRYING." 

The sound of heavy breathing tells me that they've caught up to me. 

"Nat, you can't go out there like this. People would wonder wha-"

"I know." I take a deep breath, running a hand over my unruly hair. 

"C'mere," Gen encourages. She grabs my hand softly, pulling me into the bathroom. "Let's get you all fixed up." 

The moment I see my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I cringe. Mascara is wet and smeared on my cheeks, eye shadow completely ruined, lipstick not even there anymore. My hair is falling out of the hair tie messily, unlike Gen's, whose actually looks stylish. 

"Oh my God, I'm a mess," I mumble, horrified. 

"No, you're not," Chris states. "You just saw...something that you shouldn't have seen. What did you expect? Perfect, untouched makeup?"

"Yes, because I'm a model."

Gen frowns. "You're a human model and--"

"Humans aren't perfect!" Sometimes, I think that Gen and Chris are telepathically connected or something because they always finish each others' sentences.

"Isn't that the truth." I pull out the small makeup case in my bag. I grab a paper towel, pour water from the sink onto it, then rub it under and around my eyes to get rid of this nightmare. Then I apply light mascara and light eyeshadow. I don't even bother with lipstick. Next problem needing to be fixed is my hair. Thankfully, I keep a brush in my purse (for emergencies like these), so I run it through the tangled mess called my hair, leaving it down. 

"Better?" Geneva soothes. 

"Better," I reply, a confident, yet slightly shaky smile appears on my face. I take a deep, calming breath before marching out of the bathroom, ready to face the world. Otherwise known as people. When we pass through the dining area, I only hear a few whispers from the people around us talking about the girls and me, but other than that, no one seems to be paying the least bit of attention to us. Thank goodness. We hurriedly make our way out of the restaurant, into the parking lot. 

"Nat, do you want to just hang out at my place tonight? We can watch movies and eat ice cream," Christina asks. "You too, Gen."

I turn around to look at her and smile, despite the tears threatening to make a reappearance. "I'd love that." 


Once at Chris's apartment, I change into a pair of her sweats and a baggy tee and remove my makeup. I told the girls that the only thing I felt like eating was takeout Chinese, so they ordered that to eat while we watch movies. 

I find my two best friends in the kitchen, pulling boxes of noodles out of a white bag. 

"The food's here already?" I ask. 

"Yeah. There's this new restaurant that moved down the street called Wonton Alley. It's really good." Christina opens up a white box, sticking her nose into it. I smell the aroma of noodles and chicken. It's heavenly.

"Mmm, smells good," I hum approvingly. 

"And it tastes even better."

"Why don't you go pick out a movie, Natalie? We'll get all the food ready," Gen demands a bit sternly. 

"Alright," I tell her, confused by her tone, yet still walking into the living room of the large apartment. I turn the TV on, switching the source to Netflix. Then I casually go through the movies to find possibly a sappy love story to distract me from my disastrous one. My eyes light up when I see the movie 27 Dresses. This has always been one of my favorite movies; anything with Katherine Heigl is purely genius, in my opinion. She's one of my favorite actresses on the planet, along with Jennifer Anniston. 

"Girls, I found a mov-" I stop mid sentence when I hear them whispering. 

"What are we gonna do?" I recognize the voice as Chris's. 

"You mean, 'what is she gonna do?'" I'm guessing the 'she' in question is me.

"Well, we can't just sit by and watch our best friend suffer! This has gotta be rough."

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Gen questions. "I don't think Natalie would want us to interfere. It's her life. Her boyfriend. Her choice."

"It may be my choice," I begin, stepping into the kitchen. "But I want my best friends to help me make some decisions." Chris gasps and Gen looks at the floor. 

"We didn't know you were there."

I walk over to the fridge to grab a glass of water. "Eh, it's not like you were gossiping about how ugly I looked in my dress." I turn around and wink at them. 

"You're acting weird," Christina whispers. 

"I am?" I ask plainly.

"Shouldn't you be, like...crying in your bed, surrounded by a puddle of tissues?" 

I sigh. "I'm trying to stay away from thinking about Justin and Selena right now. I'm sure he wasn't thinking clearly, that's all, as am I. Besides, when he gives me the necklace, it'll totally make up for it." 

"What necklace?" Gen inquires. 

"Oh, I must've forgotten to tell you! So, I was unpacking Justin's suitcases when I came across this lovely necklace with a beautiful charm. It will definitely make up for whatever was going on at the restaurant." I don't know why I'm being so unfazed by 'the kiss.' I probably sound like some high school chick who forgives her boyfriend over and over for 'accidentally' cheating. 

"Oka-a-ay," both girls say at once, unsure. 

"Don't worry," I reassure them. "I've got everything figured out."

"If you say so."

"Shall we?" I question. 

"Yes, we shall," Christina answers, grabbing her box of noodles, while Geneva and I grab ours. 

"You picked this one?" Gen gripes once she sees what is on the screen. 

"You bet! And don't you go complaining about it; I know this is one of your favorite movies too."

"I've gotta admit: I'm a sucker for chick flicks," Geneva laughs, as we all sit down on the couch.

I press play and grab a forkful of noodles; I'm too lazy to use chopsticks because they're impossible, at least for me. 

The movie goes by quickly, with us laughing at the funny parts, singing along when Jane and Kevin go to the bar, crying when they get married and break into hysterics when we see Jane's bridesmaids' dresses. 

"I told you that you both loved the movie!" I cry.

"True love really speaks to me," Chris proclaims dramatically. 

"Ooh, where are the fortune cookies?" I ask abruptly. 

Geneva reaches over to the table in front of us and picks up three wrapped cookies.

"One,"she plops a fortune cookie into my hand, "two," plops one into Chris's hand, "and three."

I hastily open mine, not wasting a second. Probably to see if it has any 'good advice' on the subject I'm trying to avoid. The little slip of paper reads, "Now would be a good time to move on from your past and embark on your future." 

"What does yours say?" Chris asks me. I repeat the words out loud that I just read in my head. 

"What about yours?" I ask them, wanting to break the silence that seems to have come so quickly. 

"Mine says, 'A light heart carries you through all the hard times'," Gen pipes in. 

"And mine says, 'A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something.'"

"Those are good ones," I praise awkwardly. I pause for a bit, then ask quietly, "Do you think mine has anything to do with what happened at the restaurant?"

"I don't know," they whisper at the same time.

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