Reagan

Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have given that guy my number. I didn’t even know his name. But he was cute, and that’s all that matters, right?
Piper would totally disagree. She’s always nagging me about flirting with random guys. I don’t know why she cares – it has nothing do to with the fact that I’m prettier – but she needs to leave me alone. We’re famous now, we can do what we want.
We started heading out to Central Park, until we ended up shopping in an Urban Outfitters for three hours. Skylar had seen a skirt in the shop window and had exclaimed, “I need that!” before running into the store. We couldn’t just leave her, so we followed her inside and got sucked into buying more clothes than we needed.
After I paid for all the clothes I bought – three dresses, a pair of boots, a cute scarf, and five different baby tees – I sat down on a bench and tweeted, “Jst bought a ton of clothes! @UrbanOutfitters ur store roxs!”
I watched as I gained a hundred retweets while I waited for the rest of the girls. Skylar had already bought all her stuff, but was trying on some earrings, trying to decide if she liked them or not. Scar and Lucy were in line, and Piper was just coming out of the dressing room with an armful of sweaters. That girl wears the most plain-Jane clothes. I wish she would try to dress better. Then maybe she’ll understand why guys like me so much.
Skylar had decided not to buy the earrings, because she flopped down next to me with her two, bright yellow shopping bags.
“What up, sis?” she asked, smiling. Even though I’m taller and tanner, Skylar will always be prettier than me. I hate that, and every time I remember that, I feel a little sting.
“Not much. I just tweeted about our shopping spree,” I said, turning away from her. I know she’s my sister and all – plus my band mate – but she can be so annoying sometimes.
“Hey, did I say something? What’s wrong?” asked Skylar, peering at me. I hated how my emotions were always so clear when talking with Skylar.
I shrugged and said, “You’re being annoying, that’s all.” I heard Skylar gasp and get up, grabbing her merchandise with her. I listened to her footsteps as she walked away, and felt the guilt sink in. Skylar wasn’t the one making me mad, and I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on her.
The real person who was making mad was my “boyfriend” Ethan. We’ve been having this secret relationship for the past month after he came to New York to see me. We dated back before I was famous in high school, but we broke up when I got on the X-Factor. After we won, he texted me saying he still loved me, even though he was the one who ended it. I decided to take him back, on one condition; he didn’t tell anyone he was seeing me. If Erick found out that I was still seeing him, he’d kill me.
The reason I was mad at him was because he’d been telling the kids back at school that we were “dating” – we hadn’t even gone on a proper date yet – and that he was going to see me in concert – not mentioning the fact that it wasn’t out tour, but One Direction’s tour. My friend Lacey had texted me yesterday to tell me what was happening, and I had already left five voicemails and a dozen text messages on Ethan’s phone and he hadn’t gotten back to me yet.
Scarlett came over to me and sat down next to me.
“Why’d you say that to Skylar?” she asked, narrowing her ice-blue eyes at me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, glancing at my phone. Still no text message or call from Ethan.
Scarlett leaned in.
“C’mon. I know it wasn’t Skylar that’s made you all pissy lately. What’s his name?” she asked.
I looked up sharply.
“Why do you think it’s a boy?” I asked.
Scarlett gave me a weird look.
“It’s a girl?” she asked.
We stared at each other for a good ten seconds before we just started laughing. The frustration I’d been holding in just disappeared as I laughed along with one of my best friends.
“C’mon,” said Scarlett, getting up. “Go apologize to Skylar, and then we have to go to the studio.”
“I thought we weren’t recording today?” I asked, grabbing my bags as I got up.
“We’re not, but Erick wants to talk to us there before we meet One Direction,” said Scarlett, putting extra drama on the “One Direction” part of the sentence.
“Oh, his debriefing as he called it? Yeah, I remember now. Why the hell do we need that?” I asked as we got to the rest of the girls, who were waiting at the exit.
“’Cause I don’t know. I guess he wants to make sure we don’t screw up,” said Scarlett.
Skylar looked okay – a little upset, but okay – and when I said I was sorry, she smiled.
“It’s alright. I know it’s not about me. It’s about Ethan, right?” she asked.
I felt my stomach drop as everyone’s eyes went from Skylar to me.
I was going to kill her.