"Oh I was overwhelmed, and frankly scared as hell, because I really fell for you. Oh I swear to you, I'll be there for you, this is not a drive by." – Drive by, Train.

Chapter 4

Miley

The next day my head wasn't at rest until I was sitting on the bed, laptop on my lap, dozens of papers laid all around me.

It was time to work.

I had enough to at least write a couple of lines and that should buy me a couple of days.

My head hung low as I raced through pages and pages of advices on how to make a guy fall in love with you. I clicked away every page I could find, reading it from top to bottom; even the one that sucked.

My head raced through millions of ideas on what to write for the article, but still I didn't have anything interesting to write about so at the end of it all, I decided to write down every idea I get and then when time comes I'll decide which one to take.

My eyes skim past a column when I read a quote that echoes in my head for the rest of the evening. It's written in italic bold font, not even that big to notice it when the page loads.

Yet, it captivated to completely.

Go on the extra mile; stand out from the crowd. Do small things to get his attention. If he plays sports, you better get your butt on a bleacher with a towel, water bottle and whatever else he needs.

I take my red notebook, open a new crystal clear page and write down; find out what Nick likes.

If I can get him to open up just a bit, I could find out things about him and the more I know the more I can use against him. I sigh, letting my head bump with the lip of the bed.

I'm too young for this.

A groan escapes my lips as I gather all the papers and set them alphabetically into my small folder. I take the folder and my laptop, put them in my suitcase and lock it. I feel like a huge brick has been lifted from my chest.

It was small what I had, but it's a beginning nontheless.

Three hours later, there's a knock on the door. I put the book I've been holding in my hand on the bedside table next to me and swiftly hurry to open the door.

"Miley I'm so sorry to barge in like this, " Demi says and pushes past me, her hair flopping me, "but this is an emergency!"

I stare at her, knob of my door still in my hands.

I notice she's wearing a little too big hoodie and black skinny jeans. "I need a ride." She says, pleading me with her eyes.

"You do understand I don't have a car?"

"I know, I know," she opens up her big fisherman bag and fishes through it, "I know I've put it in here..." she murmurs and once she finds what she apparently looked for, she takes it out and pushes it in my hands. "I don't want to go alone." She says.

I stare at the wrinkled piece of paper. "A baseball game? Demi, why are you going to a baseball game?" I ask, finally adverting my eyes until they make a rest stop on her small form.

She shoots me a smile, "Nick and Joe are playing." She says, her smile doubling when she mentions Joe.

It sickens me how much she loves him.

All my life I've been let to do things my own way. I had guys rip my heart out thousands of times and don't get me started on how much times I've watched Victoria get her own heart broken.

What I want to say, I guess, is that watching a girl who's got everything she could ever wish for-everything I don't have-plus having one person in her life who would always love her, sickens me.

It's unfair.

"I've been to every baseball game Joe's ever played and today I slept in late and he didn't come to pick me up so I'm really, really," She pouts, "begging here."

I sigh, wishing I could find a way to say no and just enjoy my calm and quiet evening by watching television and the latest gossip sites and calling Victoria but instead I flash Demi a huge smile and grab my bag off the hanger.

"Lead the way," I say, trying so hard not to just lock myself up in my room and escape the world.

But on the other hand I could use all of this in my luck. I mean, Nick is going to be at his football game, right?

It was time to put plan A in motion.

"Turn left here," Demi points to a table with Wrigley Field written on it. Few meters later I see a bunch of buildings stacked in a semicircle and behind them there is a huge baseball field already filled with people eating all the unhealthy stuff.

I smile.

So I like baseball, so what?

"You seem excited." Demi comments as I lock the car and we both head towards the front entrance.

"I love baseball," I say, flipping my bag over my shoulder. The policeman that's standing by the walkway weighs us up and down and I raise my eyebrows at him. He lifts one of his hands up and looks away, red faced.

Prick.

"I'm surprised, you like cars, baseball...What's next?" She giggles as the shadow of the building swallows us and I let out a breath of relief because we're shadowed off the burning feeling of the sun.

It was strange how hot today is, considering that it was snowing yesterday.

Then, like a sudden bolt of electricity, I turn to Demi; her words echoing in my mind. "Wait, how do you know I like cars?" I ask, my heart beating inside my ribcage.

What if she made a background of me? Of course she is, she's a superstar.

Oh, God, she can't hang out with someone if she didn't search him in the data base. She probably has a detective following me around, cameras in my room...

What if she's onto me and she just needs more proof to put me in jail.

Demi smiles and tugs me by my coat. "Nick told me, silly." She says and I eye her skeptically.

"He told you that?" I ask, this time my cheek reddening.

What? Why am I blushing?

"He's been blabbing about you since the day he met you." Demi winks in my way, then disappears inside the building with me following her and soon we're walking towards the forums and the noise around us is not giving us a chance to talk.

Nick

"Man we're on in five!" My coach yells from the doorway and every guy in the changing room groans.

It's not a good day to play baseball.

The wind is too strong, it's cold one moment then in other it's too hot. It's also foggy and it'll be hard to see the ball.

"Nothing we haven't gotten through, guys." Coach says. I bite my tongue to stop myself from chuckling sarcastically.

He's got to be kidding. We mostly play in hidden gyms where only our families see the matches.

But we won all the champions we could win and now it was time to show the world how good we really are.

Or we're going to get publicly humilliated and never play again.

"He's insane," David says from across me. "We can't play. The weather is really bad."

"You heard the coach, guys." Joe stands up from the bleacher that sits in the middle of the changing room, separating two different colors of lockers. "If he thinks we can do it who are we to contest his words?"

I can see some of us nod slowly, and Joe pats me on my back on his way out. "Good luck, bro." He says and soon all of us is following him outside, our pride left in this room.

We're going to lose and it is going to suck badly.

"Circle me guys," Coach says when we get outside by the bleachers that are set for us to sit on. We do as he tells us, all of us put a hand on his and we all listen espectingly for him to start talking.

"Pretend we're in a gym, don't mind the weather and think about the game!" He yells and I can feel the adrenaline starting to pump through my veins. "Watch the forums where your wifes of girlfriends are and think about them, of how proud they'll be when they see you score for your own team!"

I shake my head, trying to block everyone out.

Miley is not going to be here today, and besides why am I even thinking of her? She probably thinks I'm some kind of a loser and is planning on leaving this city as soon as possible.

I groan.

I spend too much time thinking and when I finally ground my team is grunting and we're all clapping and cheering.

Let the game begin.

We hurl for the field, everybody taking their spot and soon everything was forgotten because all that was important was to win.

Win for my team.

Miley

Three hours later I yawn, already exauhsted but Demi on the other hand jigs nervously next to me, her big smile never leaving her face.

She's holding a half empty cup of soda in her hand and her fisherman bag is neatly sitting on the bleacher next to us as we wait for the players to shower and get out so we can all head to a party in one of the LA's highest clubs.

Yes, this being company to Demi involved a party as well. A part I wasn't really booked about.

"Hey gorgeous!" Joe's voice startles me back to reality and I realize Demi is already hugging Joe so tight that an observer would think she's trying to choke him.

But I coo at them nontheless, because at the end of the day, with no matter how much I desipe the fact that I'll never have something like what they have—they are really cute.

"I missed you so much." Demi whispers in his ear but I don't hear his answer. I'm too busy watching Nick as he conversations with two blonde girl by the souvenir shop.

Girlfriends?

No, too obvious.

Maybe some old friends. I fish out my iPhone and pretend to look at my hair and my make up as I click at least ten photos of him laughing with them, talking and most importantly hugging.

Jackpot.

I smile shyly when Joe greets me, tucking my iPhone safely into my bag. Okay, so this is not as hard as I thought it is.

"So what club is the party at?" Joe asks Demi after he hugs the life out of me. I cringed when he did, and felt a bit nauseous. Maybe it was the crime I committed in front of his eyes.

"I think it's the Seven Grand, but I heard Selena say something about being secretive." Demi murmurs and I can barely hear her because a couple of guys near us howl and laugh.

"How are we going to know if it's secretive?" Joe peers up to Demi's phone as I awkwardly shift from one leg to the other. I look behind and see that Nick is saying goodbye to his blonde friends and I smile triumphally.

I just hope no one realizes it's me who'll be sending them off to Manhattan Elite.

"I don't know, I guess we'll just have to go to Seven Grand and—" Demi pauses, "Wait she just texted me."

I peek over her shoulder, but I can't see anything because of Demi's curly hair. When I move it aside she's already locked her phone.

"Where to, people?" Nick is suddenly standing next to me wearing his stupid, incoherent smirk.

"Vanguard, it seems." Joe announces and I frown. Hollywood?

"I hate that club." Nick whines as Demi brushes past him and takes her bag, alongside with her emptied cup that she left on the bench. I watch as she gracefully walks over to the trash bin and smashes the cup inside.

Then she smiles and waves us over.

"Are we there yet?" Joe asks from the backseat where Nick is casually napping next to him. Traffic has been a pain in the ass and we've been stuck on one road for half an hour and we just couldn't breach through.

Why was this happening now?

"Soon, honey, soon." Demi says as we make a right turn hitting yet another traffic jam. "Make that a few more hours." She mutters as a dick behind us horns.

"I have a hunch we won't be going to that party after all." Nick chuckles, his eyes still closed.

I let my head rest against the seat and I decide to close my eyes as well. It had been a rough day and I wanted a couple of minutes to calm and concentrate on breathing. And still, I was nervous because of that photograph of Nick and his blonde company. I had a hunch it was something big and I had a couple of decent photos to prove his secret friends.

But I was so nervous someone is going to go through my bag and find those photos on my iPhone and then sue me and sentence me to life in jail. I tense. Jail. I can't go to jail. Not when I have a pregnant best friend to take care of.

A pregnant best friend who I have yet to call since I landed in L.A, but a pregnant best friend nonetheless.

So all I wanted to do right now was go home, have a shower and email those photos to Ariana.

But I couldn't because I had to go to a stupid party I didn't want to go to anyway.

"How about we just have a small dinner?" Nick asks, this time opening his eyes. Our eyes meet in the front rearview mirror and after I blink, his eyes are directed at Joe.

"I thought we were going to a club." I say, turning in my seat alongside with Demi who gave up on trying to get past the jam. She even turned off the car's engine to save on gas since it really didn't matter if it was on or off.

We weren't moving anytime soon, in any way.

"Yeah, well I'm with Nick." Joe says, yawning. "There's no way in hell we'll be moving in the next hour so we might as well go to the nearby McDonalds than come to the party last and face humiliation."

Me and Demi share a look and then both nod our heads. His proposal sounds like heaven. Anything to avoid this waiting.

"McDonalds it is." Demi announces and turns on the car. I stare at her, looking like she'd grown two heads.

"Demi, what are you doing?" I ask, fearing of her answer. We're still stuck in the traffic jam, with or without McDonalds.

She shoots me a big winning smile and then turns the car to his left and speeds off into the other track. "Getting away!" She screams.

"You're crazy!" Nick yells from behind me but I can't help but to smile big. This was such an adrenaline rush and it felt good to let loose every now and then because at home I was begging to be a mom for both me and Victoria and the unborn child.

Cause the truth is, Victoria is only twenty-four she doesn't have a first clue at being a mom. At least I could do was try to help her. And tried I did.

Few minutes later, Nick, Joe,Demi and I walked in McDonalds with brilliant smiles attached to our faces. We selected a table while Demi went to buy us burgers and fries.

"Miley, where're you from?" Joe asks when we're all sitting at the table, digging in the food. I look up at him, chew the fries and then fake a cough.

"North Carolina." I say simply, and he smiles at me.

"I knew I recognized the accent."

"What accent?" Nick pushes his shoulder. "The girl speaks American perfectly."

"Thank you!" I say and everybody laughs.

Demi leans in and whispers excitedly. "I'm getting my first sonogram tomorrow!"

A big smile stretches my lips wide open, "Really?"

"Yeah, tomorrow at nine." She says proudly. "I was hoping you all can come with me." Demi bites her bottom lip and I can't help but to give her a reassuring nod.

Joe and Nick follow my lead and do the same.

"Oh thank God. I can't imagine doing that by myself." She exhales and slumps back onto her seat. I grab a few fries and continue eating.

"Don't worry, we're here for you." Nick says and then glances at me. "Right?"

"Totally." I squeeze out, my voice sounding sharp and raw.

How am I supposed to sell a huge secret, a secret like this to the world, knowing it will ruin Demi's life.

I sigh.

If I knew there is a baby involved I wouldn't have accepted the job. How is it fair to save one baby and destroy the other?

But this is my job, I remind myself. This people are here so I can get a big paycheck this month. They are here so I can take care of Victoria and the baby.

They're here because Ariana chose them for me and all I have to do is shut the hell up, do my job and sell them off to my company.

How hard can it be?

A/N: Hi. Sorry for the long wait. I've had a couple of really hard days. It was exam week last week so I had to study like hell. I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, I tried my best to hurry up and upload this chapter as soon as possible. Thanks for reviewing and I try to answer every review you send! This chapter is a bit shorter than others so I apologize for that too. Like I said, I had a really hard week. Thankfully, school is over in 6 days. Then all I have to do is get into law school and I'll be set for the future. What are you plans for the future? :)