Billie's heart is crushed when she finds out her best friend is dating the guy she's been in love with since the seventh grade. To get rid of those feelings, she sleeps with his best friend August Philips who's in fact her enemy. A guy who has alway...
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Walking out of the store, Billie walks back to Calum's Porsche thinking about what to say to him after what she just heard him tell his best friend. August is sitting inside his car watching her pull open the door and then climbing inside the car before it takes off into the busy street.
The bad boy decides to head to the gym to blow off some steam before going home.
Rounding the corner shirtless with sweat shimmering all over his body, August takes off his boxing gloves while heading upstairs to his bedroom to shower after a hard workout but his body comes to an halt when hearing his dad and stepmother in the living room talking about sending him away to military school.
"Why not just send him over to his mother?" The young flawless gold digger suggests while lighting a cigarette in between her plump lips that's been injected too many times.
The CEO father disagrees, pouring himself a drink at the mini bar. "She doesn't want anything to do with him because he's out of control."
"Well do what you got to do to get rid of him. I want him gone. It's a shame that I don't feel safe in my own home." The model groans irritably, grabbing a drink herself.
The father holds his alcoholic beverage in one hand as he tucks his other hand in his left pants pocket, staring out the window. "I'm going to make a phone call." He stumbles outside through the patio doors.
August jogs upstairs to his bedroom thinking of a plan. The first thing that comes to mind is to pack is belongings and run far away but before he goes he wants to pay someone that's been on his mind all day a visit.
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Later on that evening his car has been parked across the street from Billie's home for an hour and yet he still hasn't made a move until now. Finally, swallowing the courage to see her face to face, he climbs out of his vehicle and then trudges towards the building carrying a grocery bag full of snacks he purchased from a nearby store.
As darkness takes over the insects sings in the bushes as the cool air swooshes through the trees, swaying them back and forth. A light pole guides him up the sidewalk ahead of him, decorated with outgrown roots and fallen leaves that crunch beneath his black boots.
Standing on the porch step knocking numerous of times, the troubled boy twists the knob—quite surprised that it's unlocks— and slowly steps inside the cold apartment.
Billi isn't on the sofa but the television is on.
On the floor lies open a textbook next to a black pencil case and a blue journal that has her name written on it in black sharpie. Her phone is on the armchair of a sofa with the screen glowing.
