Colliding with Fate (Published under Pop Fiction)

Confession

“GET OUT OF HERE, YOU LIAR!” Nate shouts at me. “DON’T EVEN SHOW UP IN ANY OF OUR SHOWS, BECAUSE I SWEAR, I’LL REPORT YOU TO THE POLICE FOR DECEIVING US!”

I back away from him. I’ve never seen him this angry before. For the first time in a long time, I’m scared.

“Nate, please,” I plead.

“Don’t even say my name,” he says through gritted teeth. “Go pack your things and leave us! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

“But—“

“KYLE! ZEKE! LANCE!”

The guys wake up one after the other.

“Can you see we’re sleeping?” Lance complains.

Zeke puts his shirt back on. “What is this all about?”

KY just scowls at me, as if I’m the one who woke him.

Nate points at me. “She lied to us! She’s just pretending to be the real band manager!”

“What?” Lance asks incredulously.

“Get out of here!” KY shouts at me. "We don't need a liar like you!"

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Okay, that didn’t really happen! HAHAHA I was just trying to scare you :P You know me, I like giving tricks every now and then ;)

I enjoyed reading your comments on the previous chapter <3 So thanks, keep them coming! (P.S. It’s much better if you say something about the chapter, rather than “Update soon!”) I hope you’ll like this one.

The song is Talk To Me by Lauren Aquilina. I found the photo on deviantart. Like the Facebook page! Thanks!

Happy Reading! (:

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“Who are you?” Nate repeats.

“I’m Brielle,” I say, taking the towel off my head.

“You’re not the band manager.”

I drop the towel and with measured voice say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I’m forcing myself to remain calm, but deep inside my emotions are breaking like a dam. My heart is thumping loudly in my chest. Surely, Nate is just kidding, right? Because there’s no way he can know my secret. I’ve been doing my best to hide it.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he says, walking towards me. The calmness in his voice scares me. The expression on his face is still unreadable; I back away from him.

For the weeks I stayed with the band, he’s the one I’m closest to. The way he looks at me now makes me feel like a stranger.

When my back touches the wall, Nate is just two feet in front of me. He puts his hands on either side of my face; trapping me.

“Who are you?” he says again.

I close my eyes and take deep breaths. I need to accept the fact that I’m already busted. This is the end. I can’t keep pretending to be the band manager anymore. It’s time to come clean.

“I’m sorry,” I start. “I didn’t mean to deceive you.”

“You didn’t?” he asks bemusedly.