Willow Fitch, the global phenomenon. She's walked the Victoria's Secret Runway Fashion Show since she debuted her modeling career, as well as modeling for the big lingerie company, been on 20 covers of VOGUE, and she hasn't even started.
But what no...
Guys, I'm so excited, because I finally found someone to play Grayson! I was on Snapchat reading the MTV article, when I saw the "Today's Crush," feature, and it was Dylan Sprayberry, and in that picture, he TOTALLY looked like what I imagined Grayson would look like. And the funny thing? I kept reading further, and the OOTD of the day was Gigi Hadid. It was like it was meant to be.
But, I decided to double update today, because, being the person I am, I probably won't update tomorrow, but I'll try my best, I promise. Plus, this update was almost a week late. So here's the next part.
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CHAPTER EIGHT// I'M A TRAIN WRECK
I laughed as Jaq and I watched Amy Schumer's movie, Train wreck. Goodness gracious, was she funny.
"She's definitely one of my favorite actresses now," I said, taking deep breaths in an attempt to cease my laughing.
"Yes!"
Today was a lazy day. We were pigging out on the couch, watching movies, wearing sweats, each of us with several bags of Haribo. Bless my high metabolism. I took another handful of candy out of my bag.
I still hadn't told her I was going down to München for two reasons. One being, that I was a scared, two being that I didn't know how or when to tell her.
Jaq's phone went off, and she took it, most of her attention on the TV screen. When she read through it, a horrified look overcame her face.
"Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no," she muttered, jumping up from the couch.
"What is it?" I asked with a concerned expression. I turned my attention away from the movie to see a nervous Jaq, a contemplative look on her face.
She bit her lip nervously, a habit she's had since she was young. "You're not going to like this."
"Hit me. I'm a big girl, and big girls don't cry!" My joke earned no laughs. What a waste.
"If you say so," she answered, raising an eyebrow. She inhaled deeply before breaking the news to me. The few seconds before she broke the news seemed like forever, dragging on for millennium. And when she finally did say it, I wished I would have been anywhere but there. "Mom wants to see you."
"No," I replied curtly. "Absolutely not."
"But Willow—,"
"No buts. I don't want to see her."
She frowned.
"What?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"She said she's around the corner—, "
I sprang up, and made a beeline for my room. Jaq got up behind me and tried to convince me to stay. I refused. I just didn't want to see her. Plain and simple. I slipped on a pair of shoes and grab my purse before sidestepping Jaq exiting the apartment. I straightened my Adidas joggers, pulling on my Germany track jacket and quickly descend the stairs.
