So American ~ W.S & L.S.J x Ocs

chapter 8 - The rivalry is crazy

❝AND GOSSIP 'BOUT HOES THAT THEY DONT KNOW, OH, THEY TALK SHIT THOUGH?❞

"Why is Noelle such a bitch bro?"

"Possessive much?"

"Imagine being insecure of a girl who just has a crush"

Shut yo bitchass up.

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Leah was at the set, the cast had dustanced themselves from her, to be fair.

Noelle was the only girl who decided to hang out with Leah... except of Liam.

"Oh my flipping gays, I want this dress so bad." Noelle said as she showed the curly-head girl something on her phone.

"Stop, it's so pretty." Leah responded, plucking the phone from Noelle's hands as the two girls began scrolling through Pinterest for a time that felt like hours.

"Okay, people, get into positions!" The director, James Bobin, yelled, looking around the set.

"Ughhh. I have a scene with her." Noelle groaned, her hands cupping the front of her face as she expressed her frustration.

"Who?" Leah asked, gazing up at Noelle. She pushed her hand forward, handing Noelle the phone

"Dior, who else." Noelle said, plucking her phone back from Leah. She shoved it in her bag, leaning against the chair with her face turned towards Leah. Without hesitation, she blurted out the words, "I don't like her."

"Hey, she's not that bad." Leah spoke after some minutes, getting off her chair to grab Noelle's hands and pulling her back on her feet, "Come on, we got a scene to shoot."

"Now I know why Liam likes you." Noelle teased, gazing up at Leah as she chuckled, walking away.

"That was supposed to be a secret!" Leah responded in a hushed tone, following after Noelle.

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"Noelle!" A voice called out after the shooting was done. Noelle turned her head around to see Dior just standing there, her hands on her hips. Before Noelle could ask her what she wanted, Dior slipped the words out of her mouth. "What the fuck is your problem?" She asked.

"I don't know what the fuck do you mean." Noelle responded, looking at Dior up and down.

"Don't try to act innocent and shit, You've been talking shit about me." Dior argued.

"I've been talking shit about you? Dior, that's ironic." Noelle blurted out, rolling her eyes. "Nah, because tell me, why did I get screenshots from someone, showing that apparently you were talking shit about me?"

Dior went silent. "Noelle." Dior finally called out as the brunette got up to walk away from Dior and the stupid confrontation.

"No, shut your fucking mouth up, Dior." Noelle snapped, her voice being laced with frustration. "First it was Leah, and now it's me? How pathetic can you be, trying to act like the innocent, sweet older sister figure but in reality you're the most idiotic bitch I've ever fucking met, You talked shit about me with your friends and I'm talking shit about you?" She added, so frustrated as she ended up taking the attention of the others on the set as well.

Dior just stood there, flabbergasted.

"Don't you ever fucking chat to me again, ever." Noelle snapped once more, storming outta there.

To be fair, the boys were busy hanging out together, so they didn't care.

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A/n: HEYYY so I'm so sorry about this short chapter, I'm sorry for taking so much time off, Since I'm on winter break now, I WILL try my best to update more often ^^