ᴀ ʙʟᴜᴜᴠꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
❝ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʀᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ, ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ?❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, a privileged teenage girl with anger issues is sent to new york, where she meets
the son of...
THE VOICE OF the woman from mackenza's iPad, propped against the vanity mirror, filled the room with the resonant voice of the woman she was watching on youtube. with a comb in hand, mackenza worked on her hair, mimicking the movements shown on the screen to remove her wig installment.
despite not knowing what to do afterward and teetering on the edge of a hair-induced meltdown, she had decided to suck it up and try to tackling the removal process.
the tutorial suggested, "if you have alcohol, you can dampen a cotton ball with it and dab it onto the glued sections, like this." mackenza's brows furrowed in frustration from the words. she lacked the necessary alcohol or any substitute. slumped in her swivel chair, the dilemma loomed over her—how would she manage to remove the wig without any alcohol?
she was fucked.
regret gnawed at her, replaying each step that led up to her current frustration. her life in LA had been sweet—with delectable food and a familiar feeling of comfort, despite the people she encountered there. being able to lounge in her bed all day without a care in the world felt like paradise.
at home, mackenza lived a life of luxury—she was indulged to the point of being thoroughly spoiled. she craved for the conveniences she once took for granted—the simple requests that were fulfilled instantly. she yearned for the days of sprawling on her king-sized bed, pampered with simultaneous manicures and hairstyles.
the topic of school only amplified her discomfort even further—it was a place steeped in distress for her. as walked the halls, whispers about her mother followed, paired with perplexed stares that seemed to cling to her.
she was never too much of an insecure person like that, but having people talk about her when they didn't even know her pissed her off to an amount she didn't know she could feel.
her reverie was abruptly interrupted as the door swung open, drawing her gaze. darrian's head appeared through the door.
mackenza's eyes met his, her brow creasing subtly, a wordless inquiry etched into her gaze. her attention swiftly scanned his attire, noting the casual clothes of a white tank top and sweats. something black peeked from his waistband, its details hidden, yet its presence undoubtedly noticeable against the fabric.
