Chapter three

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SO. I just noticed how freaking short those two chapters were. And I am so sorry. The chapter(s) that I do tonight will be longer. I promise. :) And they will, hopefully be a little more exciting? maybe? Hopefully? ALSO, I changed the title from "BBF's or More" to "Something More." Because I just thought the title was ridiculously stupid. I am also changing the characters around. DONT HATE ME. Raylee is now being played by Dianna Agron and Evan is being played by Austin Butler. More characters will probably change too! Okay, enjoy guys. <3 (I hope to update more often now)

Raylee's POV

UGH. Well, that was very embarassing. I'm pretty sure my face is STILL blood red. I still can't believe he has a girlfriend or whatever she was. And she was so pretty and ugh. I'm screwed. I need to get him off my mind.

So as soon as I got upstairs, I peeled off my bathing suit and went straight to the shower, to get the sand off. I mean that shit gets in places you definitely don't want it to be in. So as I washed my hair and my body, I closed my eyes, but all I could see were those big blue eyes and that lip ring. That damn lip ring. I sighed in frustration as I washed off.

As I got out of the shower, my stomach growled. Shit. I have no food. I sighed as I walked over to the boxes in my room. I found some jeans shorts, and crop top in the first box. Then I found the box with my undergarmets and my shoes. So I got changed and slipped my vans on, then went and fixed my hair. After a while I just settled for my side braid, and put a little bit of eyeliner on. With one last glance, I grabbed my purse and my keys and headed off to the store.

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After like an hour, I finally found a decent grocery store. I found the main things i needed for my new place. I was where the drinks were in the store when I heard some giggled and chatting and I looked up and saw some girls getting a couple things of drinks. I glanced a little closer and noticed that one of the girls looked familiar. Then it hit me.

It was her.

Ms. I'm perfect. I look like a model. blah blah blah.

Great.

I rolled my eyes and began putting cans of pop in my buggy, until I was interrupted my a throat clearing. When I looked up i saw her up close and personal. I cleared my throat, "Uh, may I help you?" She looked me up and down, then her annoying voice rang out. "Uhm, yeah. Actually you can. I saw you talking to Evan earlier today. But I just want you to know that he's mine. We may not be dating, but we will be soon enough. So just leave him alone, kay?" She towered over me pushing me against the shelves then walked away.

THE. FUCK.

I haven't even been here a day and I already have an enemy.

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After that encounter with bitch from hell I payed for my things and went home. I put everything away and talked to my mom, filling her in on what I did today. Soon after, I started to read one of my books out on my balcony. I kept hearing people talking and music blaring, so it was getting harder to read.

"Really.." I sighed, getting up from my seat and saw what looked like a bonfire on the beach about three houses down.

Me, being my mother's daughter, decided to be a little nosey and go down to see what was going on. So before I went down, I changed into high-waisted shorts and a baseball tea. Then I slipped on my white Chuck Taylor's before heading down.

As I got closer to the fire, I realized that somebody was having a party. So, just in case somebody sees me, I walked closer to the water so I didn't seen creepy.

I was getting closer to the party and was in a sort of a daze, when I heard yelling behind me. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked over my shoulder and saw somebody running towards me.

I tilted my head to the side to see who it was. I still couldn't tell who it was since it was kid of dark outside. That was until they spoke.

"Blondie."

Cute lip ring guy.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 14, 2015 ⏰

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