hollywood love [jc caylen]

a spilled martini- 1

sloane flipped her full professionally curled hair over her shoulders, as blinding lights took her image. she walked down the red carpet stopping and posing once in a while to the lucky camera man who was standing there. after about 15 minutes of that she walked into the californian hotel, where the party was. sloane wore a black, skin tight strapless dress pressing every bit of her body, showing off her tight, flawless curves. her hair was long and blond, curled to perfection. her face was caked in contour and highlight, while her eyelashes were heavy by her fake lashes. sloane looked like hollywood royalty. which she was, of course.

sloane headed straight to the booming dance floor, by the hotel's pool. she danced her small toned arms in the air as the pulse of the music guided her. she soon got pulled by the arm off the dance floor as she saw whom had dare touch her. "sloane!" a high pitched sequel, practically a scream.

"priscilla!" sloane screeched back. priscilla and her had gone way back, they had a threesome with some big hollywood star. "how was paris?" priscilla had her rebound in paris, like treatment rebound. but that wasn't any of sloane's business.

"divine! all of paris was lovely!" priscilla responded. sloane's eyes practically rolled into the back of her head. who was this burned out celeb think she was? she was in rehab! she didn't see anything but the walls of her sanctuary. but sloane kept her cool. priscilla was a good person to be 'friends' with. she was pretty, she had blond hair just like sloane's but a paler shade. she was short and skinny, but had a rep of being a slut. she was a model for gucci and prada, but she was mostly a instagram model with pictures of her half naked, so sloane didn't fuck with her that much.

sloane nodded her red lips in a smile, "love bumping into you here, pris! I'm glad your back in town." she blew priscilla a kiss as she walked towards the bar. sloane told the bartender her usual.

"skinny martini with your strongest vodka please." she smiled innocently, as she sat down at the bar.

"may I see your i.d ma'am?" he asked making the drink. god, why did all bartenders do this. sloane placed a 100 dollar bill on the counter as she picked up the drink. she had a tradition that every time she gave money, she would kiss the back of the bill, leaving a lipstick mark on where she kissed. she got up from the bar stool and started heading for the dance floor, martini still in hand.

suddenly some uneducated ass bitch bumped into her, causing her skinny martini to poor over her dress. she gasped, "this is gucci, you little slu-" she looked up about to give this person a lawsuit, until she saw who it was. it was jc caylen. the hottest actor right now. he starred in all the movies that were anything right now. she was speechless. but being sloane holland she was not going to let anything slip past her.

jc just bumped into the most bitchiest, most beautiful ass bitch in the whole hotel, and she was about to call him a slut. "you going to finish your sentence, or can I get some tequila shots?"

sloane made a face, "you ruined my dress! this was over 2,000 dollars." sloane was

jc snorted, "and probably wouldn't cost 1 dollar to take it off." jc on screen was of course, kind and loving, but he was a snake when nobody was watching. jc looked at the girl more carefully, she had long legs, and full hair. above her lip she had a beauty mark. she had a lot of nerve to talk to him that way.

"did you just refer to me as a hooker?" she looked like she was about to smack someone. so she did. sloane smacked the most famous person across the face.

jc's hand instantly went to his now rosy pink cheek. "little bitch!" but before he could react she flipped her beautiful hair over her perfect shoulder and walked away.

jc watched her walk away, most likely leaving the party. he walked a few steps to the bar and asked the bartender a question he would never forget, "what was that blond girl's name?"

the bartender looked up at the movie star, "how much will you pay?" jc scoffed, impressed with his move. he slammed down a 100 dollar bill.

the bartender picked it up. "that gorgeous bitch was the one and only sloane holland."

jc thought about the girl that night, but only for a split movie second. only because at that time, she wasn't worth his.

sloane thought about him too, but only for a split song second. only because at that time, he wasn't worth hers.

but like any good tabloid story, that wasn't the end.

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first chapter, yikes. but I'm super excited for this one. I wrote one about kian & jc in the past but I didn't like the plot line because it was so basic. but i would like it veryyyy mucho if you gave it a vote, and comment. idk what you should comment though. is anyone even going to read this lmao. but this is for funn and yes i am a major 02l fan so there is probably gonna be some kian fanfic too, but idk i go w/ the flow ok thx!