Summary: "Since my dad took away my motorcycle for getting arrested a week ago. But when someone wants a race, you just have to. Not my fault we just happened to crash into an orphanage and break the kid I was racing's arm." -Y/n Grady 2015
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~Y/n's Point of View~
"You gotta be kidding me." I whisper to Ben, who was right next to me. Who also shared a look of disgust. Suddenly our bowling date had been ruined.
Chance MoneyBags, seriously that is his last name, even his ancestors were egotistical. We have been in rivalry ever since we arrived in the entertainment industry. Sadly, one of my first roles was with him, forcing me to be his best friend in the movie. I refused to give him a kiss on the cheek, for obvious reasons.
Not dying of bacterial disease so young.
Chase had walked towards us after signing autographs. A group of fans behind him who had walked away, thanks to his bodyguards.
"Him again." Ben narrowed his eyes. Their rivalry had never died out. I saw them glare and had a desire to kill each other in their eyes.
"Aye Y/n, so nice to see you again," He greeted, his southern accent appearing, tuning to Ben, "Green Sweater." Embarrassed by his accent, he cleared his throat.
I always knew his British accent was fake.
"Ben" Ben had corrected him with arms crossed.
"Whatever-" He brushed it off.
"Address him by Ben, or are you a mindless animal?" I snap.
Chance scoffed, "Ben. Y/n, I just came here to say good luck on the role, we will be spending a lot of time together after all."
In confusion I say, "You're going to be my co-star?"
"Yes, give the women the stuffed gorilla!" He mocked.
"No. Not going to happen." I snap, throwing my bowling ball, hitting a strike.
"You act like you can control everything in those don't ya?" Chase rolled his eyes.
"A brat could recognize brat behavior. Somehow, you failed at both acting and whining." Ben remarked back. Damn, he's hot when he's smart.
