❛ DEAD TO ME ❜ - 𝖼𝗆𝖻 ✓

007; that's a shame

THIRD PERSON.

CORBYN HAD BEEN SAT BY HIMSELF IN THE STUDIO FOR ALMOST an hour with a can of white claw beside him, staring at the computer screen and his hand on the mouse while trying to piece together things that would work well in a song.

The rest of the guys had plans for that day and with Corbyn being the only one who didn't, he took himself to the studio in hopes to find something to do.

But as the clock hit midday and his stomach made a noise, the boy rolled his eyes before turning his chair around to stand up and find a place to eat, yet instead he jumped once seeing Kate sat in the corner of the room.

"Fucking hell Kate," Corbyn spoke up, taking a few deep breaths as he hand went to his chest, "When did you get here?"

"Twenty minutes ago," she shrugged, "Jack said to come here but I couldn't find him."

"He has plans today," he replied, "Like the rest of them, are you lying?"

"You're the only one without plans?" Kate laughed, "That's funny, I thought you had friends."

"I do."

"Then go meet them."

"I thought you had friends," Corbyn argued as he folded his arms.

"I do, I'm going to a club with them tonight." Kate nodded as Corbyn looked at her confused, "Fake ID, they exist."

"Also illegal."

"Only if I get caught," she shrugged, crossing her legs together before she placed her phone down, "And most of the bartenders do not care because drinks get bought for me by random guys."

"I bet you pay those guys back with head in the restrooms," the boy said with a sarcastic tone in his voice, Kate looking towards him while holding back her laughter, "No way."

"It's not always head," she rolled her eyes, "Some guys prefer a make out and some guys prefer sex, I just-"

"What's your body count?"

"Not your business." Kate furrowed her brows while she stared at him, "Why are you so interested?"

"Because it's disgusting," he told her, "You just sleep with a guy because he buys you a drink."

"Okay thank you but I have had my fair share of boyfriends too so," Kate held her hand up, "It's not always a one night stand."

"How many boyfriends?"

"Since we left school?"

"Obviously."

"Five," she shrugged.

"Kate we left two years ago," Corbyn shook his head, placing his drink down and grabbing his phone.

"Alright and I suck at commitment, plus half the guys I get with never want to go further than a few months with me," Kate explained, hearing the boy begin to laugh, "What's funny?"

"That you're so fucking annoying no one wants to date you," he said, continuing his laughter as the girl stared at him completely emotionless, letting out a sigh before she grabbed his drink from beside him, "Kate?"

"I was thirsty." She shrugged, taking a sip of his drink before spitting what she had just taken from the can back into it, handing it back over to him with a smile on her face.

A disgusted yet shocked expression on Corbyn's face, he slowly took the can out of her hand before he glanced down at it, "Ew."

"Anyway so my five boyfriends," she began, "There was Josh, he's a bit of a psychopath but aren't we all. Sam, I was a shit girlfriend so he left me but wasn't really into him anyway, uh-"

"Why are you proud of that?" Corbyn asked, throwing his can of drink into the trash can beside him as Kate shrugged.

"Let me continue," the girl sighed, "Peter, oh boy he was so perfect but we became very abusive so ended that. Isaac, we're on and off at the moment but I swear if I could marry anyone it would be him. And then there was Connor, who was a rebound."

"Isaac?"

"Isaac," Kate nodded with a smile on her face, "I love Isaac."

"You do know you can't date him while you're fake dating me," Corbyn mentioned, watching her smile fall before she tilted her head, "If you're seen with another guy in public and you're touchy then the media is going to get confused."

"Oh." She paused.

"You better get going then," he smiled and gestured towards the door, "I'm sure Isaac is great I'll find another girlfriend don't-"

"Fuck no, I'm getting paid for this," the girl interrupted him, folding her arms as he rolled his eyes and grabbed his car keys, "Isaac can wait until we 'break up' it's fine. What about you?"

"What?"

"How many girlfriends have you had?"

"One." He shrugged, "The same one I had when we left high school, the one you tried to ruin when you told her I was cheating on her."

"Oh her," Kate nodded, "That was fun, why'd you break up?"

"We just did," Corbyn shook his head, "Didn't work out."

"That's a shame."

"That was so sarcastic," he huffed, "Do you not feel any kind of sympathy or empathy for others?"

"Nope," Kate shook her head, "I don't have any weaknesses, nothing makes me feel sorry for anyone."

"I'm aware." He said, putting on his jacket and sighing as Kate gave him a quick nod, "I spent all my school years knowing that."

"You were a dick to me too-"

"Do not even start you ruined everything for me." He turned to face her with his finger pointing in the girl's direction, "Every project, every chance I had with a girl, every stupid little test or talent show or party, ruined by you."

"We agreed to leave each other alone and I said I'd never talk to you again," he continued as Kate stood herself up while grabbing her phone, "I can't control this because if I could, you would've been fired by now, don't fuck up my career."

"I'm not touching your career," she argued, rolling her eyes and walking out of the studio door with him quickly following behind, "I said in that letter I know how much this shitty band means to you, I'm not fucking it up."

"Well then why did you agree to fake date me?"

"Because I get satisfaction from pissing you off," she said, walking out the exit of the building before she turned around to look at the boy, noticing the glare he had while watching her, "I'm inside your head Corbyn, you're letting me do this and I find it entertaining, i've done this since your talent show in fifth grade."

"Go find another person to piss off."

"No way."

"Why not?"

"No one else brings me as much satisfaction as you pretty boy," she gave him a smile, turning around and beginning to walk down the street.

Corbyn shook his head, unlocking his car and opening the car door before he looked over at her, rolling his eyes and getting into his car.

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A/N

ok, how are we feeling about this
book so far?