FAKE GIRLFRIEND • DYLAN O'BRIEN

(5) Social Media - EDITING

Hollands POV - Social Media.

I turn the two silver taps to the right and the burning hot water instantly stops pattering against the tiled floors. I almost want to cry as I already miss the feeling of the warm water running down my body.

I dress into a white flowered patterned dress with a black crop top over it. Different, but nice. I wonder what people think of my style, weird - pretty? I will never know I guess.

The white clock hanging above my fridge reads 5:30am which means it's time to head of for filming again.

I look outside the window and watch with horror at the dark clouds form from above. It will rain soon, great. Thank god I got my car fixed the other week or I'd be walking in the rain.

I get my brown handbag off the bench and walk out of the small house to see no car in my driveway unlock.

"Oh my god." I whisper with my eyes widening in realisation. My stupid ass must've left it at the ice skating rink, I sit down in anger and try with all my willpower not to shoot the paparazzi.

What do I do? I'm going to be late! Is Adam going to fire me?

All these questions run through my head, making me worry more and more by the second. I already lost my job at the bakery, I can't lose my job in Teen Wolf.

I walk back towards the front door with my shoulders dropping to get my phone from inside, but that wasn't the only thing I forgot to get today.

The door was locked from the inside, and I was outside. I frantically search every inch of my body and handbag for the keys while trying to knock down the door.

This is hopeless.

Then as if on purpose, the clouds that were once holding onto the water so desperately had broken, letting millions of freezing droplets of water poor onto my previously dry body.

So I am now locked out of my house with no phone, keys, money or car.

All that I have packed in my handbag is a pack of gum, twenty cents and a couple of wrappers from the food I have consumed these past couple of weeks.

"Thank god I have the gum, I would've starved." I sigh and shove three pieces into my shivering lips, hopefully that will stop the craving for hot chips.

Now I'll have to go to the bus stop and beg the bus-man to let me on for free.

I pick up my drenched handbag from the porch with no cover over it and make my way towards the bus stop in soaked heals.

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"Ma'am I'm sorry but you need to pay to get on this bus." The old man sitting in the drivers chair in his late 40's sighs dramatically.

"Okay, I'm going to say this nicely one more time. I have locked myself out of my house and left my keys and money inside. Can you please let me on. I'll pay you later." I beg, clenching my fists into a ball.

"For the last time you're not goi-" "That's it!" I scream, making everyone in the bus look my way with horror. I reach my hands out and go to jump onto the man, but a pair of arms grab me and pull me off the bus and into the cold rain. The bus speeds away.