Chapter 1
‘Better than revenge’ by Taylor Swift
‘I don’t wanna dance’ by Hey Monday
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Ava
I was so excited about this date with Chris– date number 17…not that I’d been counting.
I glanced at the clock on my wall and saw it was nearing 5.30. How time flies when you’re…putting make up on. I’m so glad I have an amazing, super-hot boyfriend, who should be knocking on my door any minute now.
I ran downstairs and decided to sit in my kitchen at the bar, that way I look casual and I will see him stopping outside which should be really soon. I flattened out my blue sweetheart neckline dress as I began to nervous. He wasn’t usually late – he knew I hated that.
I sat by myself for another 8 and a half minutes until I decided to go to his place since it was only less than 10 minutes away on foot and even though I had my heels on, I didn’t mind the walk.
I grabbed my purse and headed out the door and through the streets Rossmoor. I did kind of like the suburbs but I loved LA and I was so grateful to live near such a beautiful city. LA felt right to me, it felt more like home. I guess that wouldn’t be surprising since I wanted to be an actress.
And so far…failing miserably!
I turned onto Herisson Drive and noticed the skip in my step as I approached Chris’s house. His house wasn’t hard to miss since in the summer of 2009, his parents wildly chose to paint their house bright orange. I seem to remember them saying ‘this is LA, having a bright orange house will fit in perfectly’. Or something along those lines…either way, Chris is popular and also somehow dating me so here we are. Standing outside his door. Because he didn’t show up at my house as planned.
I knocked. Then, knocked again. There was no answer. Maybe he had left and was on his way to my house but I didn’t see him. “Ugh, men.” I sighed. I walked round to the back and noticed that the pool house lights were on.
Now, don’t judge me. I treat this house like my second home and the Webb’s didn’t use the pool house a lot so I went to check it out.
Gently, I pushed open the door…and then came a tall guy in black pointing a gun at my face.
Ok, I needed to stop watching those dumb horror movies!
I proceeded through the vacant building until I reached the main living area and my heart stopped. A freaky serial killer could turn up right now and seem so angelic compared to the guy sitting before. Chris Webb – my boyfriend- was making out with another girl.
I didn’t even have time to contemplate if I knew her because within 3 seconds of seeing…that…I ran out, desperately trying not to cry.
“Hey, Ava wait! Please! We were studying for a test and then she suddenly came at me, honest. Ava, come on!” Chris shouted. I continued to walk away, refusing to look back. I heard a high voice call out “Babe, who the hell is she?”
I spun around. “I happen to be his girlfriend you b-“
“Woah! I think you mean ex, honey. Chris-cross never mentioned anything about you.” The fake-blonde sneered.
“How about you get your stuff and leave and never ever let me see you again!” I spat out. I hoped that sounded confident because inside I was falling to pieces. I didn’t think Chris could hurt me like this.
