Shawn's POV

The brunette walked out with her head held up high. Anger boiled through my veins but when I watched her walk out... it disappeared.

There's no way I like this girl. No. Just no.

I walked out after I finally got my order and surprisingly, there was no "paparazzi" waiting for me. I guess it's a good thing.

Then all of a sudden my phone rang. "Hey, Shawn, we saw a video of you on Instagram. You were arguing with a girl, correct?" Dad.
Signing, I said, "Yeah. I'm sorry that you had to see that, Dad."

"It's fine actually. We need you to do a few jobs. Shawn... we need you to get to know her more make her fall for you and you need to hang out with her more."

I just stood there. Staring at nothing. My hand shaking, making my phone vibrate so hard.

"Why would I do that? And why would I even do such a thing?" I asked.

"Well, the video that got posted with you and the girl arguing already had more than 100,000 views. And it was only posted rougly around 10 minutes ago," he explained. "You would have more views than you'll ever have," he added.

This was for my career. More views and likes on my songs. That could be a good thing, right?

I nodded. "Sure. Why not? Let's give this thing a try."

"Great. Oh and Shawn, one last thing. Do not fall for her."

Before I can even say anything, he hung up. This is going to be a piece of cake, right?