*Ryan's POV*
We arrived at the gallery opening and Jake had an arm wrapped around my waist.
"These are beautiful." I smiled as we stopped in front of a row of abstract paintings.
"I know." Jake said. "There's a few people here who want to see you." He smiled as he led me over to a group of tall guys in suits as well. "Guys, here's the mystery girl."
I stared at him confused for a second and looked at the guys turning around. There in front of me stood Luke, Aaron, and Tristen.
"Ryan!" They cheered as they tackled me in a hug.
"What are you guys doing in LA?" I asked as we all pulled away.
"We all live here now." Luke smiled.
"Congrats! How did I not know that?" I laughed.
"Well--." Aaron began.
"Hey there hotties." A bleached blonde with an orange tan and caked on makeup interrupted. "Can I get your boys' numbers." She smiled as she stroked Tristen's arm.
"Not really." Tristen said as he awkwardly shrugged her hand off.
"Oh come on." She winked.
"Ew." I laughed.
"What's so ew skank? Finally saw your reflection?" The blonde smirked.
"If the thing I'm looking at right now is me, then I would be grossed out." I narrowed my eyes at her as I took a step forward.
"Whatever you jealous whore." She took a step closer.
"Enough Mercedes, she has way more class then you anyways. You look like a carrot." A beautiful brunette with green eyes told the bleach blonde.
"Shut it lesbo!" Mercedes snapped.
"Says the bitch who doesn't have a date." The brunette smirked.
"Fuck off!" Mercedes huffed as she stomped off.
"Thanks girl." I smiled at her.
"No problem, she's a nuisance." The brunette laughed.
"I'm Ryan." I stuck my hand out for her.
"Leslie." She gladly shook my hand.
"I'm Jake. That's Tristen, Luke, and Aaron." Jake announced.
"That's funny. My date's name is Luke." Leslie smiled.
"Leslie?" A guy called once she spoke.
"Over here." She smiled to the guy.
"Who's this?" He asked as he slung an arm around Leslie. "Oh hey Ryan."
"Luke!" I smiled as I hugged him. "Hot date you got there." I lightly bumped his side with mine.
"I know." He smirked.
"Well we should get going. Nice to meet you guys. And you look great by the way Ryan." Leslie smiled as she linked arms with Luke.
"Not as great as you." I smiled as I waved goodbye to then. "She was nice." I commented.
"So who was that guy?" Tristen asked.
"My best friend. Well sorta." I laughed.
"Oh." He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
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*Tristen's POV*
So she has a new best friend? Good for her....but it still hurts to know she can't trust me anymore. Especially after what I did to her. Man I really messed up with her.
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Turning the Rebel Good
FanfictionRyan McKnight is Simon Cowell's step-daughter. Ryan isn't the goody-goody type of person. Ever since she moved in with her mother and Simon, her attitude has changed rapidly. She's a rebel. But what happens when she has to befriend her father's new...
