A/N hey guys, I know that I deleted my last story, but this one is even better. there is no teen pregnancy, and this one has a christian spin to it. I hope all of you like it, and make sure to review, favorite, and follow! THANKS!

Bree's P.O.V.

I just finished working on my dance routine when my amazingly wonderful boyfriend walked in to my room. As I turn around to face him I am met with an angry face. "Hey babe, what's wrong?" I ask him.

"Don't 'hey babe' me. Instead, why don't you start by explaining this." He tells me while turning the magazine he was holding around. On the front cover, I saw a girl, who kind of looks like me but I KNOW isn't me, kissing Austin Mahone. The caption read: 'Who is Austin's new mystery girl?

"Chase, that's not me." I try to tell him.

"Don't give me that crap, Bree. I think I know what my own girlfriend looks like." He says and storms out of my room, but not before tossing the magazine in my trash bin. After I watch him leave the room, I pick up the magazine to get a better look at it. That girl looks really familiar, besides looking like me of course. After thinking about it for about ten minutes I finally know who she is. Oh my god. Why didn't I see it before? That's Kelli Berglund, my FAVORITE singer. I need to go tell chase!

Chase's P.O.V.

Who does she think she is? Cheating and then lying about it? Why would she do this to me? What did I do to deserve a broken heart? I mean, seriously, I think I know what my own girlfriend looks like. We have lived with each other for the past ten years. I know what you're thinking, but no, we are not related at all. If we were that would just be gross. Anyways, I'm of topic. I think I know what I need to do. I can't be with someone that I know cheated. I need to talk to Bree. Right as I thought this, Bree came down the stairs.

"I need to talk to you." We both said at the same time.

"You go first." She told me.

"Ok. I want to break up." As soon as the words left my mouth she started crying. "what were you going to tell me?" I ask her.

"N-nothing, n-nevermind, I-i-it's not important." She said and walked towards the door.

"Bree, where are you going?"

"I'm just going to run for a while, maybe take a few laps around the world. I need some fresh air to clear my head. I don't know when I'll be back."

Bree's P.O.V.

Once I left the house I just started running, not really caring where I was going. When I finally stopped, after running around the world about twelve times, I was in California. Oh well, I might as well be a normal person and go to a few places. Like the Hollywood sign, the Hollywood Walk of Fame, and maybe even the beach. Heck, anything that might get my mind off of chase. First up: the Hollywood sign. After taking about one hundred pictures of the Hollywood sign and me with the Hollywood sign, I decided to move on to my next destination: the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

After I took a few pictures by some of the celebrity "stars," I got a little bored. Maybe I could just go on to the beach. But wait! I need to get a bathing suit first! I thought to myself. Sometimes having a billionaire father really comes in handy. After I finally caught a cab- what? Don't give my that look, I KNOW I'm the fastest girl on earth, but to not reveal my secret, I NEED to look as normal as I can.- I had the driver take me to the nearest mall. After about fifteen minutes, I got out of the cab and paid the driver.

Once I stepped inside the amazing building, I just walked into the closest clothes store, which just happened to be my favorite store ever- aeropostale. After walking around for a little while, I finally found the perfect bikini- a black top with a big light blue bow in the middle, and black bottoms with a smaller light blue bow on the left hip. To go on top of the really cute bathing suit, I got a sunset floral rayon dress with some cute black studded gladiator sandals.

When I got to the beach I just decided to lay on one of the Adirondack chairs and tan for a bit. After I lay down, I put my ear buds in and listened to my iPod. I must have fallen asleep because about twenty minutes later, I was woken up by a Frisbee hitting me in the back of the head.

"Sorry!" I hear someone call out behind me. Wait. I know that voice. As I slowly turn around, my suspicions were confirmed about who said it. Austin North. Oh no. Please don't recognize me. I'm begging you!

"No. It's ok. I'm fine." I reassure him.

"Why don't you come join us? We could use an extra player." I heard a second voice call out. It was none other than THE Olivia Holt.

"Yeah 'cause Olivia stinks." –Leo Howard. Once he said this, Olivia threw the Frisbee at him and hit him in the chest.

"Nope, right on target." She told him, and then looked at me. "Hi. I'm Olivia. The mean one over there is Leo." As she said this, she pointed at him and Leo fake gasped and put his hand over his chest. She then continued pointing at the rest as she called them out. "And that's Jason, Mateo, Dylan, and Austin."

"I know who all of you are. I'm Bree." Once I told them who I was, I looked over at Austin to see his eyes grow wide and his mouth drop. "But sorry, I actually can't play. I, um, need to be going." I said kind of sadly.

"Well at least grab some lunch with us?" Olivia asked, her voice laced with hope. I looked at everyone's face and they all had pleading eyes.

"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt anything." I tell her. And they all erupted into cheers.