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All Just A Lie.

Chapter five: How Could She?

A pregnancy test?

No, it couldn't be.

Nate blinked a few times, clearing his cloudy vision and taking a step forward, crouching beside the object. He prayed that he would see nothing more than a pencil, prayed it had been a trick of the light, his mind merely imagining things. But his stunned pupils once again found a positive pregnancy test.

Nate's breath caught in his throat, how could she do this to him? He loved her. He took a shaky breath, his hands rubbing together nervously as he tried to think of who it could be.

Someone from work maybe?

An old family friend?

A stranger?

Was their relationship really so bad that she had resorted to this? It hadn't been bad, they were just facing a bad patch, every couple had them.

Nate's heart stopped.

Their bumpy path had started a few weeks ago when Caitlyn became private, nervous, secretive and she had been constantly busy.

This was their bad patch, she had caused it.

Nate sighed loudly, the urge to cry pushing up his throat, but he wouldn't. He wouldn't cry over her.

He had done so much for her, he had loved her with all his heart, and this is how she repaid him? By getting knocked up by someone else?

"Nate?"

Nate's eyes snapped up from the carpet, his eyes looking upon Caitlyn as she slipped out of her bedroom, sharply shutting the door behind her.

What was in there?

Was he in there?

For a second Nate contemplated whether to barge in to the room and confront him, but he couldn't, he never wanted to see the man who had stolen Caitlyn from him. The man who had touched her in ways he had not.

"Ready to go?" She asked, her eyes soft, yet the layer of guilt could still be seen.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." He croaked out quietly, distaste feeling his tone.

"What?" Caitlyn questioned, confusion clear in her features.

"You heard me, I don't want to go anywhere with you." Nate spat.

"Erm, can I ask where this has come from?" Caitlyn said her heart beating irrationally with panic, but she kept her appearance smooth and collected.

"I'm sure you can work it out…" Nate retorted with a glare. Caitlyn widened her eyes as she took in the sheer hatred that was swimming in his eyes.

"I…I thought you wanted to go to lunch?" Caitlyn whispered, her voice shaking.

"Go to lunch with you? I don't even want to be with you anymore….we're over." Nate spat, barging past her and stalking from the apartment.

Caitlyn stood on the spot for a second, her eyes feeling with a white light as she went suddenly light-headed. What had just happened? Her body seemed to go numb as Nate's words echoed through her mind. Why didn't he want to be with her anymore? She swayed slightly before she kicked herself into movement.

"Nate, wait!" Caitlyn shouted as she ran through the door. She couldn't lose him, not now. Caitlyn turned the corner in time just to see him in the elevator, his face stony as the doors closed. "No." She whispered, her breathing ragged as she pushed herself into a sprint, she got to the stairs quickly, bounding down them two at a time. She stumbled on the last step, falling ungracefully onto her knees with a thud.

"Crap." She cursed, not because of her throbbing hands but because of the time she had wasted. She hauled herself up without a second thought, bursting through the doors, her eyes scanning the lobby.

"Nate!" She bellowed, watching his thick curly hair disappear into the street. "Nate, please." And she was running again, as fast as she possibly could, weaving in and out of the pedestrians that blocked the path. "Nate!" She screamed once more as she placed a hand on his shoulder, wrenching him around to face her.

"What!" He snapped, his eyes looking over shoulder.

"Why are you doing this? You could at least have the decency to tell me." She exclaimed, clenching her fists tightly so as to stop the tears from falling.

"The decency!" Nate exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Say's the girl whose been sleeping around."

"W-what?" Caitlyn stammered, her shoulders stiffening.

"I found the pregnancy test, Caitlyn! And I heard someone in your bedroom." Nate hissed through gritted teeth, the words causing him unbearable pain.

"Oh my god." Caitlyn breathed.

"So, tell me now Caitlyn. Is it yours?" Nate said, his voice softening a little as he gave her a chance to deny it, gave her a chance to rebuild his heart with a simple explanation.

Caitlyn seemed to panic, her eyes darting around the crowded street, her hand covering her mouth.

"Can…can we speak about this somewhere else?" Caitlyn asked, her eyes welling with tears. Nate hesitated for a moment, he had never seen Caitlyn cry before. He had never wanted to, but he shook of his sympathy quickly.

"Is it yours?" He said, pronouncing each word carefully. Caitlyn looked over her shoulder before she turned to him, the tears now falling.

"Yes."

Shane staggered backwards, his eyes searing with tears and the images of Mitchie and another man.

Another man.

Shane cursed loudly as the pictures came to life in his mind, he watched them kiss, and touch, he heard Mitchie confess her love to the blonde, he responded by kissing her hungrily once more, groping her disrespectfully, Mitchie merely giggled. Then they were laughing together, laughing at Shane, his stupidity, his ignorance and most of all, his hopes that there was more to this than there was, that Mitchie still loved him, still wanted to be with him.

Shane took a deep breath, gathering the photos in his hand quickly and tossing them hatefully in the bin. How could she do this to him?

Weeks, mere weeks, after they had broken up she was publicly kissing another man. This thought bought Shane a piece of information that caused him pain beyond any other he had ever felt, worse than anything he experienced in the past two weeks. The words bought something worse, something different, and something undoable.

Mitchie no longer cared about him.

Her love had been a lie.

Shane doubted whether she had ever loved him at all, maybe it was just a crush. Maybe she had been blinded by his fame, wanting to live the life, but then realized it was nothing special and so she moved on to another.

She was probably with him right now.

Shane winced at that thought, it was hard to think of, it was unfathomable, but Shane had to realize that it was the truth, no matter how much he didn't want to believe it, it was happening. This very second she could be wrapped up in the arms of that man, curled up against his chest, stroking the back of his hand…like she used to do to him.

Shane attempted to suppress the murderous beast that was growling within him, begging to be freed and trying to burst savagely from him. Shane tried to shake the feeling away but it was no good, the now, bloodthirsty animal inside of him was overwhelmed with the rip-roaring jealously that Shane now possessed, it wanted revenge, it wanted to be rid of that blonde guy.

Shane shook his head, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. Of course, viciously murdering Mitchie's new boyfriend would obviously get her to fall in love with him again.

Boyfriend.

Shane thought of the term, but before he could go back to thinking on his homicidal plan, there was another knock on the door. Shane stared at the door in complete horror, shying away slightly.

What if it was more pictures, he doubted he could handle seeing anymore.

What if it was the person who had sent the pictures?

Shane paused for a second, until now he had not given a second to thought of who had actually sent him the pictures. An enemy, maybe, who gave them to him with malicious intent. A friend, perhaps, who was trying to help, but just went the wrong way about it. Or maybe, it had been Mitchie, maybe she was trying to hurt him further, or maybe she was trying to aid him in moving on.

Shane jumped into action, maybe Mitchie was at the door? It was unlikely, but it was enough to get him to propel himself to the door and wrench it open. His mouth dropping, his heart jittering with anger, the blood pumping ferociously around his head with absolute loathing.

"Ruby.." Shane spat as he looked at the blonde who was leaning against the opposite wall, one arm over her stomach, her other hovering in front of her face as she expected her nails.

"Shane." She said with a side-wards smile, her eyes flickering up to meet him. She then pushed herself off of the wall, both arms falling to her side. "You know, I've really missed you." She purred, a seductive smile upon her lips.

"Great." Shane said sarcastically. "Well, I haven't missed you, so…bye." Shane mumbled, beginning to close the door. But, he should have known she wouldn't have given up this easy, she pushed herself hastily in front of him, launching herself into the apartment.

"You look like crap." She informed Shane as he turned around to face her.

"Thanks….Get out!" He bellowed, opening the door and signaling for her to leave.

Ruby stared at him, her side-wards smile still upon her deep red lips. She looked him over, sashaying forward towards Shane. She harshly pushed him away from the door, and closed it, turning towards him.

"You really do look awful." She laughed.

"Is that why you've come here, to insult me?" Shane said, exasperated.

"No." She said blankly. "That's just a little bit extra."

"Then why are you here, Ruby? I assume it's not to socialize because, you know, I despise you." Shane spat.

"Ooh, not very nice, are we? Must be all the lack of sleep." Ruby teased as she began to circle him, her finger running across his shoulder blades, she stopped pressing her lips close to his hear. "Or maybe it's just the lack of Mitchie." She said in a low whisper. Shane turned sharply.

"Shut up!" He ordered angrily.

"Alright, alright." Ruby chanted as she stalked towards his sofa and gracefully placed herself down upon the cushions. Shane groaned as he realized that she wouldn't be leaving for a while. "Without you getting all angry or, god forbid, touchy feely, I need to talk to you about our dear Mitchie." Ruby said calmly as if talking about a business deal.

"What? Why?" Shane spat skeptically, his voice cracking at the addition of Mitchie.

"I see you have broken up." Ruby said calmly, Shane glared at her for a few moments, his jaw muscles twitching.

"Yes." He muttered, his teeth clenched.

"How are you taking it….on second thoughts, don't bother answering that." She added quickly, looking over Shane's exhausted and unclean figure once more.

"Just tell me what you want, or get the hell out of my apartment." Shane ordered, his voice a deep, warning growl. Ruby raised her penciled in eyebrows at his tone before she narrowed her eyes. "And the pictures can't be helping."

Shane stiffened immediately, bile overflowing his stomach and the urge to be sick pushed its way fiercely up his throat.

"How.." Shane stopped, clearing his throat, trying to pass his quivering voice off with a cough. "How did you know about the photo's?" Shane questioned, Ruby stared at him for a few moments before something struck him. "It was you."

"No, Shaney, it wasn't me."

"Don't call me that!" Shane snapped.

"Look, as much as I hated you two together, I really couldn't be arsed to do anything about it." She replied, wavering her hands in the air.

"Why should I believe you?" Shane said slowly, studying her movements.

"You shouldn't, but for once, I'm telling the truth." She retorted with a wink, flashing him a smile that showed off her severely whitened teeth. The stayed in silence for a few moments after this.

"Why are you here, Ruby?" Shane said tiredly, and taking a seat stiffly in the armchair opposite her.

"I need your help." She replied simply.

"Help with what?" Shane questioned slowly; his sleep deprived eyes staring up at her.

"With getting my career back on track. And I think it's the least you can do, considering you were the one that bought if to a stop in the first place." She told him.

"What? You brought your own career down with your rant at me and……" Shane trailed to a stop. "And why should I help you anyway, you've done nothing for me." He protested weakly, clearly drained by this whole experience.

"Because I have something you need." Ruby said with a smirk as she crossed her legs, leaning forward, balancing her arms upon them.

"You have nothing I need." Shane said rolling his eyes at this obvious fact.

"Really?" Ruby asked, her smile growing wider.

"Really!" Shane exclaimed.

"I disagree." She said simply, but continued as he opened his mouth to protest. "You don't want to get revenge on Mitchie, then?" She asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

"God, Ruby. Not everyone wants revenge! I still love her for gods sake, I don't want you to use your sick and twisted mind to bring her down." Shane argued, Ruby's poker face fixed into a smile.

"I'm not talking about bringing her down, Shane. Just a little taste of her own medicine, maybe she'll even get a speak of jealously, see what's she been missing and come back to you." Ruby told him, Shane's mouth dropped minutely as he digested her words.

"Oh please don't tell me you want us to pretend to be dating." Shane sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, Ruby stayed silent. "You have got to be kidding me" Shane said, his voice muffled by his hands. "Been there, done that Ruby, I don't need or want to go back there again."

"But think about this, Shane." Ruby cooed, rising from her seat and perching herself upon the arm of his armchair. "You want her back right?" Shane nodded, slowly.

He did want her back.

No matter what she had done to him, no matter whom she was with, no matter whom she had loved. She was his everything, and he could give anything to hold her once more.

"Then you need to show her that you're not some loser who stays in his apartment all day thinking about her, and wallowing in his own dirt." Ruby said, disgust in her expression as she looked down at him. "I mean, that's not exactly a turn on. We want what we can't have." Ruby purred. "You need this."

"What….what if it doesn't work?" Shane questioned.

Was he actually contemplating this?

"Then, at least she'll think you've moved on and you're not the center of their private jokes." Ruby replied with words that stung.

"I don't know." Shane sighed. "I mean, I've kind of done the fake dating to death now, she'll know, surely."

"Not necessarily. You hate me and I hate you, she knows that." Ruby argued. She had a point with that. "And a good thing came out of your last fake date experience, didn't it?"

"What do you get out of this?" Shane asked suddenly. Not wanting to dwell on the amazing thing that had come out of it last time.

"Oh, you know, a little bit of good publicity, maybe some kind words from you in an interview or two." She said coyly, a smile etched upon her face. "Nothing too much." She purred. "So, Shaney, what do you think?" She questioned, twisting her body so she could face him.

Shane swallowed emotions tearing through his body. His mind screaming at him, his heart screaming at him. He knew he shouldn't, he knew she was up to something more, he knew Ruby couldn't be trusted but he just couldn't help himself. He needed to know what would come of it, he needed to know if Mitchie cared about him at all anymore.

"God help me, but Ok."

A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUH! Drama!! So whose glad to see the return of Ruby!?! And Caitlyn's pregnant!?! Agh! Hope you enjoyed the drama. Remember, I don't get paid for this so let me know what you thought by pressing that little button and giving me a review! XD...!

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Oh and on another note, has anyone been to one of the Jonas Brothers world tour gigs yet? I'm going on in November and I really, really can not wait! If you have, how awesome was it? :)

Emma. x