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18 | I Don't Deserve an Oscar

I NEVER thought this day would come. I was not made to be an actress. Honestly.

Four was the one who took over the mission. I was completely out of it.

For the past week, its been silent. No sign of Cyrus or ATC anywhere.

Chickee is in a mini clinic we made inside the spare rooms of my apartment. She's in a medically-induced coma.

The boys told Four everything.

Four told me everything the boys told him.

I haven't faced them since that day I took them out of the old building in England and came back to America. Ungrateful, backstabbing-- okay, stop.

I must be lacking serum.

Right now, I was in my room, rereading the will that Keri Seavey sent Corbyn.

I read it over ten times already.

But I had to be sure.

I couldn't go risking my life again.

A knock on my door cut me off of my reverie.

"Come in." I mumbled, not bothering to look at who it was.

"How you doing?" I heard the familiar voice of the boy band member say.

"Okay." I said, stiffly.

I heard him sigh as he plopped on the bed next to me.

"C'mon, its been what? A week since you rescued the boys from them. And you haven't even talked to anyone."

"I talked to you and Four." I pointed out.

"Well, aside from my brother and I, you haven't talked to anyone." Corbyn said.

"Its not like they talk to you anyway."

Yep. They still weren't talking to each other.

Which is very sad.

"Well, that's my fault for judging you before. But look who's judging you now? They're being hypocrites." He reasoned.

"You're really not helping your case, Besson."

"Whatever, Bolde."

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"I don't think I can do this anymore, Four." I said to the man in front of me, making sure everyone else heard.

"You can't do what?" The man went through with our plan.

"I can't keep pretending that I'm on your side."

I heard numerous gasps come from outside my room.

Corbyn was in the room too and he was trying his best to hold in a laugh.

He knew too.

The plan was easy.

Pretend to turn on the boys.

Run away.

Finish the mission.

Die.

Jk.

"But what if the others find out?" Four asked.

"I'll take care of them. Good as dead." Corbyn said, making his voice as serious as it could sound.

Another round of gasps.

"But still, we pretend we're on their side okay?" Four inquired.

I sighed, "Alright. One more week."

I then opened the door, sending four boys falling into me.

"How long have you been there?"

Daniel stood up, "Long enough to know that you really are a traitor, traitor!"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Please, what can you do? Calk mommy Keri and tell her your bodyguard is gonna kill you?" I mocked him.

He glared at me, "How do you know my mom?"

"I know everything about everyone, remember?"

They gasped.

"Don't kill my mom!" Zach exclaimed.

"Okay." I stated blandly.

There was a short pause.

"I'll kill you all instead!" I then pulled out a gun and pretended to load it.

I looked at Corbyn and Four who werw about to burst into fits of laughter.

"Say goodbye boys." I smirked, whilst they all had their eyes closed.

I made weird gun noises.

"Pew! Pew! And you're dead." I started to walk away.

They opened their eyes, confused.

"W-what?" Jonah stuttered.

"Take a little joke. Now stop being pussies and help me kill Cyrus or else, you'll die." I continued walking away.

They all breathed out a sigh of relief.

"God, I actually thought she was gonna kill us." I heard Jack say.

"Well, she isn't. Now stop acting up...pussies." Corbyn teased his bandmates who laughed along with him.

It was nice to see them happy.

It just hurts to say that some things are better off temporary.