Scooter had called Justin and told him to come to the studio just down the road. Justin asked me if I wanted to come and of course, I said yes.
We had just parked in the driveway, and Justin gor out, walking to mys ide, opening the door.
"Thank you." I smiled and got out. He just smiled back and closed the door, locking the door.
We entered the huge building and was greeted by Kenny. I finally learned his name. He showed us to the place where Scoot was waiting.
"Scooter!" Justin yelled, giving him a bro hug.
"Justin. Nice to see you again." He said to Justin and looked at me.
"Miss. Raines. Nice of you to join us."
"Thank you for inviting me, sir." I smiled and took a seat.
"Okay, so the reason you are both here, is because Justin, we need a new album and Carter, we need your face." I almost choked on my spit.
"My face? For what?" He chuckled and said the sentence I never thought I would hear in my entire life of living.
"We need you to date Justin." I looked at him and shook my head.
"No. No. No!" I said and got up.
"Carter, his reputation is falling and if we don't do anything about it, his career could end."
"Isn't that what you wanted all along? For him to stop his career and do something else with his life?" I asked, confused to the whole situation.
"At first, yes. But now that he has an album on the was, as he called and said last night, we need to make him known again. And with a girlfriend like you, that could happen." I looked at him in disbelief.
"A girlfriend like me? What do you think I am? A toy? Justin, say something" (Say something, I'm giving up on you. That was needed. ;) )
He just looked down and ignored me completely.
"You are unbelievable. I knew it was wrong to actually like a jerk like you. Don't bother coming back to the house. You aren't invited anymore." As I said that and was making my way out of the building, he came running after me.
"Carter! Carter! Please, just listen to me!" He said and grabbed my wrist, turning me around. I ripped my wrist from his grip and looked at him with tears streaming down my face.
"What's wrong wit you? I thought you were changing, but I guess I was wrong. You will never change, will you? It's all for fame. All for fame.."
I pushed him away and ran out of the building, him yelling after me.
Walking down the streets of New Jersey, the sun was fading behind the skies and it suddenly started raining. I began running to my house.
Entering it with shaky hands, Molly and Ryan came running down as they heard me slam the door, making a vase fall and break.
"Carter? What's wrong? Where's Justin?" Molly kept asking me a lot of questions.
I just ran past her and ran into my room, slamming and locking the door.
"Carter? Open the door. Please." Molly asked calmly from outside.
"Go away! Just leave me alone!" I screamed, removing my wet jacket and sliding down my wall next to the door, crying my eyes out.
"Carter?.. Are you okay?" This time it was someone I knew. Someone I loved.
I got up and opened the door, revealing my brother in his military uniform.
"Oh Carter.." I instantly hugged him, sobbing into his chest, as he tried to calm me down.
"Shh.. It's okay.. I'm here now.. No one can hurt you now.." Molly and Ryan had left to go talk to Justin about it.
Me and Ryan had dragged Justin into an empty room in the studio building.
"What is wrong with you? How could you not defend her against him? Was she really right? Are you really such a big jerk?" I yelled at him. My face was probaly as red as a tomato.
"I don't know, okay! I just want my career to be good again. " He replied. I went to him and slapped him. Both him and Ryan gasped.
"Carter is my best friend. She has been through hell. Bullshit, she has been through worse then hell. When her mom died in a car bomb and her brother joined the army, she lived by herself because her father decided to bail on her. She works three jobs, just to put food on her table. How do you think that feels? I know you have been there yourself with your mom, so don't give me that crap about that you don't know. I have liked, no, loved you my entire life and I thought you were a better man. Apparently, I was wrong. You are a really big asshole. Carter was right and because of you, she's crying her eyes out into her brothers chest. I thought you were better. I thought you stood up for those you loved. " I shook my head, tears streaming down my face, as I left.
I knew that Molly was right. Why do I screw up all the time? I like.. No.. I love Carter and I just made her cry because of Scooter's awful idea.
She was right.
It was really just all for fame..