Chapter 12

Nikita's POV:

I stared at the ceiling of my room as Mason caressed my hair. After my sexual escapade with him, we had laid on the bed, slightly exhausted.

"You shouldn't be here." I muttered after a while.

"What?" He asked as if he didn't hear me.

"I said, you shouldn't be here. Our contract ended years ago." I said as I sat up, making to pick my clothes that were lying on the floor.

"Contract?"

"Whatever we had. It ended long ago. You didn't have to bring it up again." I continued while buttoning up my shirt. He snorted.

"So I'm not allowed to see you?"

"I never said that. But not like this. We don't have any relationship anymore."

He made to say something, but I stopped him. "Look, what is it you want?"

He stared at him for a while before talking.

"I want Alya back on the Beamer girls." He announced. I completed wearing my clothes and went over to check if anyone was around or peeping in. Once that was confirmed, I turned to him.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that anymore."

"I already promised her she will get back."

"And why would you do something like that? You know exactly what happened. I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do."

"Why can't there be something? Alya is already getting better, and the doctor said she'll be able to dance fine. What can't you let her back?" He asked.

"With everything going on? Come on, you and I know better. It'll raise suspicion."

"What suspicion?"

"I can't kick a girl out of a girl band only to put her back when I'm looking for a replacement for her. What happens to the rest of them? People will ask why and it wouldn't especially sit well with Ximena."

He stared at me, and I was forced to continue. "Besides, I thought Alya didn't like the way Ximena treats her girl members. She should be happy she's finally left."

"Nobody knows that except for Alya and Ximena."

"Then let it stay that way. Mason, I'm sorry, but I can't do anything. Please leave…" I said with a note of finality.

He stared at me with a look of annoyance as he bent to pick his clothes. I looked away until I was sure he was through. When I heard him walking, I turned to him.

"I'll leave now, but I promise you I'll be back. I'll do anything in my power to make sure that Alya gets back. You wait and see." He said and made to kiss my cheeks. I stiffened.

He then walked out of the room and I slumped to the chairs, running my hands through my hair.

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

***

(Morning)

Lila's POV:

I woke up feeling very elated. I stared at the room and smiled. The bed was way comfier than the one at home. I could spend the entire day sleeping on it. Unfortunately, that's not what in here for.

I sat up on the bed and looked at the coat Chad gave me. Remembering last night, I smiled to myself. On an impulse I reached for it and wore it again. So comforting.

Zoey woke up at that moment and held her head.

"Ah… Hangover." She cussed as he tried to sit up.

"Good morning." I greeted from where I was.

"Who is that? Oh, I've forgotten that I share rooms now. Good morning Lila. How was your night?"

"Splendid. Yours?"

"Dreamless. Thanks to the alcohol in my system." She replied, and I chuckled a bit.

Just then, the doorbell rang and opened. A young lady with luggage walked in. She looked really expensive with her blonde hair parked in a fancy way and her really short dress and heeled boots. She saw us and waved.

"Hi. Good morning. My name's Paige Carter."

"Good morning to you, too. My name's Lila."

"The name is Zoey." Zoey mentioned from her corner.

"Um… The officials said this would be our room and that why I came here."

"Yeah. We were expecting you. Why didn't you come yesterday?"

"I live really far away from here. I arrived here pretty late."

"Oh…" I muttered. "Only one person left."

"And from the looks of it, that person is disqualified." Zoey added.

Paige took her luggage and picked a bed as well. I stood up to join her.

"Let me help." I offered.

"Oh thanks," she said gratefully.

"You're welcome." I said as I helped with unpacking. We heard a bell ring. We all looked up.

"Looks like we're being called. We better get prepared." Zoey said, as she shuffled to the bathroom.

"Thanks again for helping me, but I'll take it from here now." Paige said.

"Oh… Okay. I'll get going now." I replied, and she nodded. I walked up to my corner and removed Chad's coat, putting it on one drawer and locking it in place. Now, I'll just have to wait for Zoey to be true.

***

(The Sparks' penthouse)

Chad's POV:

We all sat down quietly at the dining table area, none of us saying anything to each other. Dean wasn't on the table. Well, not like I care anymore.

I still can't believe it. Dean followed me all the way to the Beamlights Entertainment base? Who does that? He should have just asked that he wanted to see her and I'll take to him to her. He didn't have to sneak up on me.

"Aren't you going to talk to Dean?" Jayden asked, breaking the silence.

"I'll speak to him when he's ready to speak to me. Right now, I don't think he is." I replied. He kept quiet and continued eating.

After a while, Dean finally came out of the room and walked up to where we were. As expected, he said nothing to me and I wasn't ready to ask him anything either. He quietly picked up slices of bread and buttered them, completely ignoring everyone. The rest of the boys just stared in shock.

"Okay, okay. Y'all cut the crap!" Nico said after a while. We stopped and stared at him. "So y'all going to pretend you don't know each other anymore because of some silly fight? Come on, I thought we were all matured than this!"

I looked at Dean and he looked away. I won't be the first to apologize this time, when I clearly did nothing wrong.

"You're still not going to talk, aren't you?" Nico asked. When he didn't get any reply, he huffed and walked into his room. The remaining left one after the other, leaving only the two of us in the dining area.

I finished my food and drank some water. Then cleaned my lips and stood up. Then faced Dean and said calmly, too calmly.

"What I do or I see, is none of your business, Dean because I never interfere in yours. I hope you can understand that." With those words out, I walked out of the room and out of the house.

***

Mason's POV:

I watched in awe as I saw Alya throw a fit right in front of me. She was busy slamming breakables on the floor in sheer anger. Then she broke down crying.

"What do you mean, I can't get in anymore? Dad, you promised!"

"And I'm going to make sure that promise is fulfilled honey, you just have to give me time."

"How much time do you want? They've already chosen the girls, soon they'll pick the best and I'll be gone… Forever!"

I sighed. This is getting a bit stressing.

"I have to get back to Beamlights Entertainment. No other entertainment industry will do. You have to make me go back. Find a way, please…" Alya begged with teary eyes.

Something clicked off in my soul. No way, I can't give up like this. Not now. I'm going to make sure Alya gets back no matter what. Even if it means shedding blood, although I hope it never gets to that.

"I made the promise, didn't I, Alya? Then put your mind at rest. I'm going to do everything I can to make you get in. So stop crying, okay?"

"Okay dad." She mumbled as she sniffed.

"Come over here, honey." I said, and she scooted closer to she was lying on my chest, still crying.

"Stop crying, okay?" I cooed.

***

Ximena's POV:

Me and the girls visited the Beamlights temporary base. As I guessed, they were in one of their classes, dance class to be exact. We stayed outside and watched through the large windows how they practiced.

"They're good." Ivy pointed out. "But I doubt if they'll be good as Alya." I scoffed at hearing that.

"Trust me, we will find someone who is better than Alya." I replied. Ivy glanced at me.

I observed them a bit until I could spot out one who caught my interest. And it was no other than Lila. The choreography wasn't that complicated, but she was already doing it perfectly. Not too fast, not too slow. Just perfect.

I'm sure she hasn't even noticed that we're here. The rest of the girls had seen us and had already started losing focus. After they rounded up that rehearsal, I walked in. The girls followed.

They all stopped and stared, paving way. A few were already giggling excitedly. Lila saw me and froze, like she didn't expect to see me there. I gently clapped my hands.

"Looks like you're the one who's the most serious." I commended.

"Um… Thanks?" She muttered.

"Keep up the good work, and who knows? You just might be the next beamer girl." I said, and she looked stunned. The rest of the girls gasped and started whispering among each other. Well, who cares?

After that I smiled and sashayed out of the room, with the stares following me.

***

Lila's POV:

I watched as Ximena walked out of the room as I stood there in shock. What she said replayed in my head. That I might be the next beamer girl? Oh boy.

Her teammates, however, didn't look so pleased. One particularly came up to me—her name's Tori and muttered to my ears.

"If I were you, I wouldn't try so hard to be good." Before walking out with the last one.

Now that scared me. What did she mean by that?