Chained to Mr. Billionaire

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

"Run me in circles like you always do. Mess with me on purpose so i'll hang onto you. I know what you mean when you act like that. You don't know it's breaking my heart."

- That way (Tate McRae)

Leila's P.O.V

I blinked into the mirror, trying to figure out how the hell did I end up into the Devil's lair. Not literally to my ex boyfriend trying to show up all over again to where I am but somewhere I shouldn't be. Showing up in a party that is exclusive for the Vampire Dynasty casts in one of the expensive clubs in Los Angeles at the peak of hours. Right, Ricky had insisted that I should tag along since I would look lonely and miserable just to stay in the Villa or at least inside the Carvanette. But seemingly I should have turned him down because it is so obvious that almost everyone doesn't want me in here. Not when I gave his girlfriend a taste of her own medicine.

A part of me does, but most of it aren't sorry at all. It wasn't a lie when I told Ricky that I felt good about it which is ridiculous. It's like wishing for the end of the world for me. Gossips, Video clips, and the world would be turning away from me. I'm just a normal person and she is a bigger one who have a lot of fans and followers. Me, myself is the opposite. Well, I may have few followers coming from Miles and Shane but still nothing compared to Cindy.

I breathe out and placed my both palms in the invaluable marble surface. Closed water in the sink as I waste my precious time trying to get myself off of every negativity that I needed. But much to my luck once again, someone bumped into me. Dampening my white long sleeves that Ricky had borrowed from a woman called Piper with what seemed to be a red alcohol because of the smell. Leaving a big stain in it. My eyes widened and turned to my side to see Elena who quirk up her lips upward. One that I have noticed even if it is in just a second. I know it is intentionally for I don't know why would she do it.

"Sorry. My hand slipped." Elena said through the faint music coming from behind of the room before she walked out and left me here scoffing at myself for another shameful thing that happened to me again. As if having my clothes ripped off on public and now I got a bloody stain in a new pair of outfit that I'm wearing. I stared at it that looked like I had just came from a period and forgotten about it being the first day. This is another proof that I don't belong to be here at all. I don't know how to explain to Piper about the stain in her shirt. I bite my lip and groaned out loud. Slamming my hands in the hard surface. Feeling the sharp pain that started to throb but I ignored the feeling. The door coming from a cubicle suddenly opened.

"Not definitely your day is it?" I looked at the familiar voice behind me to see Piper had just gotten out of the cubicle and walked beside me to wash her own hands. Her olive long legs is something to get distracted at, with the black feathered heels she's wearing along with her short and tight black sleeved dress. Hair that is on natural heavy curls. Someone like her as I have seen in some movies or series, she doesn't wear something like what she is wearing right now. I'm shocked but it does suit her so well.

She glanced up the mirror to look at my reflection. Lips in a natural brown lipstick and long lashes that is so incredibly perfect. Black eyeliner and brown smokey eyeshadows. Her silver giant rings on both ears are dangling from the lighting inside the club. I have to admit that out of everything that is so enthralling, the bathrooms makes you squint your eyes if you had been in the party for too long. I sighed and stare at her own brown eyes as she rinse her own hands with water. She closed the tap and reached for the paper towel. 

"Everyday isn't my day. That's the ironic part." I answered with a smile that isn't out of happiness nor I find something fascinating but a bitter one that everything on my life seems to be falling apart and everyone is beginning to hate me for whatever reason that I don't really know at all. The things that I have been avoiding all along seemed to be useless as I could see that Elena hates me even my first time of joining the Agency. And now that new profound girlfriend of my ex had decided to hate me too.