third installment to 'wish you were gay' and 'made for you'
will billie and leilani be able to manage what life throws at them after they are separated again?
"wait so she's still mad at you?" margie furrowed her eyebrows. "after you forgave her for not telling you about her friendship with hasson?"
"yes she's still mad about jacob," i rolled my eyes.
margie sighed. "i mean i get it but like... he pulled up on you. and you just didn't wanna be responsible for a drunk man crashing his car."
"try telling her that," i shook my head. "she rather i let him crash his car."
"i think it's just her overprotectiveness coming out," she suggested. "you know she was worried about leaving you anyway."
"exactly," i agreed. "now she's gonna think that i can't handle my own just cause i let him stay at my house."
marg sighed. "okay well we should finish getting ready so we can head to the event."
"what am i even doing there?"
"it's a luncheon by YSL that invited other representatives of brands like VS," she started. "literally all you have to do is show up and represent victoria and all her secrets," she chuckled.
"got it," i grinned.
i got ready and we headed to the venue.
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as we got out the limo, we walked the red carpet, got photos, and made our way to our seats.
"oh my gosh didn't you say there was something i should be prepared for?" i looked at margie. "what was it-"
"oh sorry," a guy said as he sat in the seat next to me.
i looked over and my eyes damn near fell out my head, as well as his.
"holy fuck," matthew mumbled.
i couldn't speak though.
"when i saw i'd be seated at the same table as you, i honestly thought there was a mix up," he shook his head.
all i could do was stare, not even blink.
margie nudged my arm.
"um," i snapped back to reality. "right yeah."
"look," he started. "our beef was years ago," he shrugged. "i've moved on. i'm past it."
i just grinned and nodded.
"and don't worry," he continued. "i forgive you."
i furrowed eyebrows in confusion. "excuse me?"
"i forgive you," he repeated. "ya know, for stealing my girlfriend."
i rose my eyebrows, shocked at his audacity.
"i- i never apolog- never mind," i sighed. "whatever."
the event started and it was the same bullshit i'm always use to with these things. it was cool though. but after while, photographers started going table to table to capture pictures of the celebrities. and they eventually made it to our table.
