basic : j.g

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Olivia

Well I'm fucking screwed.

My head was pounding so fucking much and I couldn't remember the crazy shit that happened last night.

I'm so not going to party anymore!

I snorted at that stupid lie.

My life revolves on parties and letting myself go and be wild. Especially because of how my parents always want me to be the perfect daughter for the perfect family therefore forbidding me to go to any place without telling them and giving a detailed summary of my whereabouts.
Fortunately for me, mom and dad are always away for business trips and leaving me alone in this huge ass house giving me an amazing opportunity to throw a crazy and wild party.

I'm so fucking lucky that today is only a Saturday and I don't have shit to do giving me a great chance to get rid of this damn hangover.

I never realized how much I swear when I'm hungover.

Quickly slipping out of my king sized bed I sloppily walked (more like stumbled) to my closet and picked out a random pair of black leggings, my lazy creme colored sweater with 'PINK' written boldly across the chest area, and my Australian chestnut Uggs. I brushed my hair and disentangled it from its previous birds nest. Soon after I was satisfied with it I hurriedly applied concealer and a light pink lipstick.

Half way down the long spiral stairs I remembered that I had forgotten my ray bans in my room, knowing how strong this fucking head ache was and then seeing how sunny it was outside, I decided to go back and grab them.

Acknowledging the fact that I can't cook for shit, I choose to just go to the nearest Starbucks and eat something from there and scroll through my phones photo album, positive that there will be stupid pictures from Friday nights party.

I got into my Range Rover and shrieked as I heard the words from 'Bad Blood' blasting out of the speakers. That did not help my fucking head pain. Swiftly (see what i did there? god i love myself) turning off the music, I signed as I was once again met with silence.
The drive to Starbucks was uneventful but soothing at the same time and I was grateful that it helped calm my migraine.

Opening the door to Starbucks, I was met with the sweet sent of coffee. I smiled as I got in line, thinking of what to drink and what would be good for the killer pain.

"Hello, are you ready to order?" The cashier asked while smiling.

"Uh, yeah. Can I get a grande Carmel frappe and the Chicken & Greens Caesar Salad Bowl?" I smiled pleased with my decision.

"Sure thing. You're name please?" She mumbled as she grabbed the cup ready to scribble down my name.

"Olivia."

"Okay Olivia, just take a seat and we'll call you when your order is ready."

"Great, thanks" I murmured as I made my way to an empty bar stool.

Sitting down, I checked my Twitter and saw some notifications from the party.

@sammywilk: sick ass part yesterday! @jackgilinsky @jackjohnson @skatemaloley @oliviarhodes @mallorythompson

I clicked on the link that he put in his tweet. A picture popped into my screen of us six sitting on the couch. JJ (Jack Johnson) and Mallory kissing while the rest of us looked at the camera, arms slung against each other sloppily and smiling really big, obviously drunk as fuck.

What the hell?

I must have been a lot more drunk than I thought I was if I took a picture with three fuckboys.

"Olivia!"

I jumped off of the stool and went to grab my frappe and salad. Smiling at the women, I turned around, excited to eat my food.
My stomach was empty after throwing up all its contents from last night.

I was enjoying my food as I looked through my camera roll, scrolling through the many selfies I took with people at the party. Huh, who knew that I could do a hand stand while being drunk off my ass.

"Well, look who it is." I heard someone say behind me.

Startled, I turned around and looked at the rude asshole who decided to ruin my moment of peace.

"What the fuck do you want?" I scowled when I saw it was Gilinsky aka fuckboy #1 who interrupted my peacefulness.

"Just wanted to see how you were doing, no need to be a bitch." he muttered, putting his hands up in defense.

"Why do you care? Shouldn't you be with one of your many sluts right now?" I questioned, sipping on my frappe, which was delicious.

He rolled his eyes but smirked.

"Nah I kicked her out because I had a huge ass headache and I didn't want to hear her annoying whines." He stated as if it was obvious.

I rolled my eyes at his fuckboy ways. Did he not know what manners were when he was around girls?

We were both awkwardly silent until he spoke several moments later.

"You are such a basic white girl."

I was shocked and clearly offended, not expecting him to say something like that.

"No I'm not."

He chuckled and then showed off his arrogant smirk.

"Then explain why you're wearing leggings, uggs, and in Starbucks."

Ch.1 complete.
Anyways hope you enjoy the story and tell me what you think. 💕

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ok so I made this story like exactly a year ago and never completed it 😁
buttttt this time, i edited the story and think that i got a clear idea of what i want my plot to be about. so yeah i hope you enjoy
bye mis bitchachos 💕