Wicked Game

Chapter 24

Rachel's P.O.V

So, a lot has happened the past month.

I did end up getting that recording contract.

Um, can you say, SWEET!

What's not so sweet is the guy who got it for me.

If he thinks just because he's making me famous, everything's cool, he's got another thing coming.

Though, I could live with the whole 'famous pop diva' thing.

Miley, Hannah, whatever your name is, you better watch out!

"Ok, love, I have everything ready, I just need to make one business trip," Ricky said as he walked in.

I hate it when he calls me love.

I am SO not his 'love'.

"Oh? Business trip?" I asked, genuinely interested.

This could be my shot.

"Yes, to wrap up your recording contract. I expect I'll take a little longer, since I'm going to visit some family members along the way."

"I don't have to go, do I?" I asked nervously. This was SO not part of the plan.

"No, I'll have to hire somebody to watch you." He said.

"Say what?" I stood up. "Like a babysitter? No, no, you don't need to do that."

"Who's to say you won't try to make a break for it?" he asked me.

"Why would I do that? Where would I go? I'm a fifteen-year old girl, in NYC. I have no family now, and my friends suck." I protested.

"Your friends suck?" he looked surprised at my words.

Which weren't really true.

"Yes, they do. It's been what, three months, and not a single word from them! Not even from Kia! What kind of friends are those?"

"Hmm. You're right. Fine, you can stay without a babysitter. Just, be good, okay? Please, no more jokes on the doorman. They are this close to kicking us out of here." He pleaded.

"Fine, fine, old Bert can't handle a good joke anyways," I said glumly.

"Okay, good, now I'm going to go pack," he said, heading towards his room.

Yes, we have separate rooms. Surprisingly, he hasn't tried anything.

But if he does, this time, I'll be prepared. I've been taking some kung-fu classes. Behind Ricky's back, of course.

A half-hour later, he came out with a suitcase.

I got to start cleaning up my act. This has to pass off as believable.

"Okay, I will see you in three weeks," Ricky announced.

"Wow. Three weeks? Hmm. I just might miss you," I smiled. A fake smile, but her couldn't see through it.

Ricky smiled back.

"Well, I'll be going now."

"Okay, bye," I said. Then I leaned in for a hug.

He seemed surprised, but then he hugged back.

"Bye," he seemed a bit dazzled.

As soon as I was sure he had left, I grabbed my phone, which he had conveniently left here.

I dialed a number, and it rang four times.

"Hello, this is New York Airlines, how may I help you?" a female voice said.

"Hi, I need to book the next flight to Springfield, Illinois, ASAP."