Working With The Player Chapter 3, a twilight fanfic

Chapter 3- Fly on the wall.
You don't understand what it is
That makes me tick, but you wish you did
You always second guess wonderin'
I say yes but you just lose out every time

If you only knew what I talked about
When I'm with my friends just hangin' out
Then you'd have the inside scoop
On what to say, what to do
That way when you play the game
Baby, you can never lose

Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall?
A creepy little sneaky little fly on the wall?
All my precious secrets, yeah, you'd know them all
Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall?

You'd love to know the things I do
When I'm with my friends and not with you
You always second guess, wonderin'
If there's other guys I'm flirtin' with
You should know by now

If you were my boyfriend, I'd be true to you
If I make a promise, I'm comin' through
Don't you wish that you could
See me every second of the day
That way you would have no doubt
That baby I would never change

Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall
A creepy little sneaky little fly on the wall?
All my precious secrets, yeah, you'd know them all
Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall?

A little communication
Well, that will go a long way
You're getting misinformation
Too much she say, he say

And what I say is
Come a little closer
And what I'm gonna say is

Don't ya, don't ya
Don't ya, don't ya
Wish you were a?
Hey

We boarded the private jet, great my boyfriend is rich, Edward led me straight to the bedroom, and he knew I was tired.
"Baby, I know you are tired, so why don't you go to sleep while I make some phone calls?"
I nodded crawling into the bed falling asleep straight away.
"We have to keep the paparazzi away; I don't want her to get traumatised! No! You listen to me! If you don't try hard enough I swear to you I will spread the word and put your company out of business!" Edward was lying next to me trying to talk as low as possible, I tried to stay asleep.
I then turned a bit a minute later, "Hey." I whispered.
He stroked my cheek, "Hey, sleepyhead."
"What phone calls were you making?"
He frowned, "I have to tell you... As the company is international they are going to be on my tail, so I need you to try to like be in hiding..."
"In hiding? So what dye my hair?"
"No... You can't be seen with me in public..."
I rolled my eyes and faced away from him, "Sure, no worries. I'm tired goodnight."
"Bella, you can't just ignore it..."
"Discussion over! GOODNIGHT!" I huffed.
He sighed, "Goodnight."
I felt the bed dip which meant he was going to sleep. Good. I didn't want to talk to him after saying that I don't care about the paparazzi I have to deal with it when I dance! I have a performance here tomorrow. And I haven't even told him I am Kayla Jefferson America's best dancer!

My eyes fluttered open, he was staring at me, "Edward, you have to know something..."
he nodded for me to continue, "I'm-"
"Kayla Jefferson, I know I could tell." He interrupted me.
My mouth dropped open, "How? What? Huh?"
He laughed loudly at my failure to talk, "Sweetie wasn't that hard to figure out I mean, come on when I wanted to take you to the show you said NO! I hate that show! Really loudly so I assumed okay... exaggeration much? Then when the show was going live at the beach and I wanted you to come to dinner you said, "That you had made plans already. And every time Kayla Jefferson was somewhere you were somewhere too. Also, I have to know the face of my extremely sexy girlfriend." His voice went low at the end.
"Okay, do you mind? I need to get ready."
He nodded and left the room leaving me to get my outfit on, I love wearing baggy clothes they are so comfortable. I put on the tight black tank top on top of that I put a light silky white jumper and put on my black tights and airforces. Ugh, worst part of the job, the makeup. I pulled my hair up in a bun so I could do my makeup clearly. Thick black eye shadow with some shimmer on top, thick mascara and thick eyeliner- I am no emo, it's just the style of Kayla Jefferson a little bit of bronzer... DONE! Now my wig... what colour this time? Red? Black? Blonde? Black with blonde streaks? Blonde with black? Ugh... got it! Red hair and blonde streaks my style for 6 months the new do!
"Baby! Are you nearly done? You're going to be late!"
I ran out the door took Edwards hand and out to the limo.
Once we were seated he looked me up and down, he smirked, "Hot."
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah okay."
The car stopped and we both got out we were both bombarded with cameras.
"Kayla! Why is Edward Cullen with you?" "Kayla! Are you Cullen dating?!"
I took Edwards hand and kept walking trying to ignore the cameras around us, not only was I famous but so was Edward.
Once inside I led Edward backstage, "I am so sorry! I didn't think about your reputation!"
He took my face in his hands and made me look at him, "Sweetie, it's okay. I really don't care if the whole world knows that I am friends with Kayla Jefferson, friend because of you, Bella being my girlfriend."
I smiled, "You are too sweet."
He smiled back and went outside to get to his seat.
My manager Angela came running up to me, she knew my secret, "Kayla! You are hosting but you go to do that London dance thing! Then you got to say 'Welcome Sydney!"
I nodded, Angela pushed me to the side, until I heard my name to go out and perform.
I jumped up and down to start my routine, "Hey hey Sydney how you all going this evening?!"
Once I was done, Sydney went crazy, "Okay Sydney! I am hosting tonight's amazing performances! Enjoy Addie Fitzgerald! WOOT!" I ran off stage I could leave now. I was only host for the beginning of the performance. Edward met me backstage.
"Baby, you were amazing!" He picked me up and kissed me, we saw flashes going off so we ran out of the building as fast as we could. But I tripped, "Kayla! Get up!" Edward tried to help me up.
"Baby, I can't I think I broke it."
Edward picked me up in his arms and ran, "Baby! Call the car to pick us up!"
I got out my phone and hit redial, "George! Come and get us from Martins street!"
When we reached Martins Street the car was right in front of us we literally jumped in and George sped off.
Edward was breathing hard, poor guy, he had to run with me in his arms.
I quickly apologised, "I am so sorry."
He looked at me, "Don't worry, George hospital please we have to get Miss Jefferson's foot checked out."
I smiled; he was so sweet I couldn't let him go now.

AN: I know how short my chapters are but im trying to get them out as quickly as possible enjoy! reviews are like edward cullen carrying you in his arms ;)