Wow, seven reviews on my first chapter! That's a record! This chapter, in my opinion, isn't as good as the last one, but I need this to pick up quickly. P.S., The Chosen Ones isn't going to be updated until Friday. Sorry.

Fabian

Amber had just dragged me, Patricia, Eddie and Alfie into a shoe store. I sighed as Amber cooed over stilettos and 'awesomely cute to the point it's like heaven on your feet' boots. Patricia fished out her iPhone, and sat down on a bench that was meant for girls trying on shoes, and started playing Temple Run. Eddie pulled out his iPod, and started listening to a guy named Eminem. I honestly didn't know who he was, and thought at first his name was M&M, like the candy.

I didn't bring my iPod, however, and I didn't have a lot of apps on my phone. I spotted a magazine rack, and started looking for Reader's Digest.

I only found stuff like 'Star' or 'Enquirer'. I sighed, and was about to give up, when I noticed a headline on a celebrity magazine. It said, 'Singer Nina Martin pregnant with mystery boy's baby?' I had to admit; I freaked out.

Nina

I immediately clicked onto the link. I obviously wasn't pregnant, since Fabian and I hadn't had 'it' since I broke up with him last time, almost six months before.

But, the story said differently:

Nina Martin, an American singer and songwriter, has recently

disappeared from the limelight a little less than a month ago.

But, even though her record label assures it was because of

personal issues that wasn't romantically involved,

Nina Martin, according to sources close to her,

immediately reconnected with her ex. Maybe

because of, say, pregnancy? Nina's ex, a boy

by the name of Fabian Rutter, has family in London,

and may've visited last month due to Labor Day.

Maybe Nina saw Rutter, and they 'reconnected'

that month. A source close to Martin who's

requested to stay anonymous, said that when she

came back to the boarding school, Nina

had been sick in the bathroom every day for

two weeks after she came back. And,

a bump has been spotted between last and this month.

(See the pictures below.) Is it time to say hello to motherhood, Nina?

I wanted to laugh when I saw the 'pictures'. One was when I was walking down the street, shortly before I left London. I was in a tank top and shorts, and running in London. The other picture was shortly after I came back to Anubis, walking to school with Fabian. The 'bump' was really my sweater that I have to wear over my button up shirt puffing out, since I had forgotten to tuck my shirt into my skirt. Wait, how were they able to find me at school, when I didn't tell the press where it is? And who was this 'source'?

Fabian

I practically ripped the magazine off the rack, and sank down to the floor. We hadn't done 'it' since Nina broke up with me. But…had she done 'it' with another guy? A shadow fell over me, and I looked up. Eddie stood, looking vaguely concerned. He popped out an ear bud and asked, "Are you okay?" In answer, I pointed to the magazine. Eddie looked at the magazine for perhaps a second, and laughed. "You don't believe that crap, do you?" He asked, taking the magazine from my hands. "Well, what if she had a short term boyfriend in London?" I asked nervously. "I'm her Osirian," Eddie reminded me. "Nina would freak out if she was truly pregnant, and I would've known."

"Still…my girlfriend is in the tabloids. What if they start making it seem that she cuts herself or something? She's like, being bullied by the paparazzi!" I exclaimed. "I know she isn't pregnant, but if she was…they'd set up hidden cameras just to find out more!"

Eddie put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "There's just nothing you can do about it. Sorry." He popped back in the ear bud and started mouthing the words to The Wanted.

Nina

My phone started blasting out the first lyrics to 'Fuckin' Perfect' by P!nk. I didn't look at the caller ID, thinking that it was Fabian, probably steamed about the article that he no doubt found at a shoe store that Amber dragged him into.

"Fabian, if it's about the article-" I started to say, but the exuberant voice of my music producer, Harris Flaherty, cut me off. "This isn't your boyfriend, Neens! I have BIG news!" he said.

"Harris, I took a hiatus until summer, and you promised you could off until then. This is one month into the deal," I replied, inspecting a hangnail that I had on my left pinkie. "But, Adele wants to have you as an opening act on her next tour," he said, just as calm.

"ADELE?" I screeched into the phone. "Ow," I could hear the wince in his voice, "and yes."

Adele wanted me to go on tour with her. I so wanted to say yes, but…what about my friends? "I…don't know," I said. "Playing hard to get? She offered us one hundred thousand pounds," he coaxed. "What about my friends?" I asked stubbornly. "They could come on the tour," he promised.

The perfect deal…but did everyone want to go? "I'll talk to them, and get back to you with an answer," I finally said. "Alright," he agreed. "But I hope you understand how big this is for your career." On that note, the phone clicked off.

Not the best chapter in the world, but I had to get through with the rumor and set up the plotline. Tell me if you think that it's going too fast.

~ChocoAwesomeness~