Felicienne Angeles just moved to the Pacific Palisades in the last months of her senior year to help raise her little brother. She ends up working at the hottest surf shop in LA with hottest clients and the hottest staff. Little does she know, she's...
I arrive to Leid early in the afternoon to meet up with Cameron to go on the Disneyland trip in this:
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I see Cameron standing beside his BMW texting someone. He looks so good:
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We'd be a good looking couple, I'll say.
He puts his phone away and looks at me and then my belly button which is partially out. "Look nice."
"As you."
"Ready to go?" "Yep. I'll follow you." I start walking back to my car and Cameron stops me.
"I mean...we can just go together. It shouldn't be a problem."
"No." I smile.
"...No?"
"No." I repeat. He seems surprised and just respects my wishes.
"Okay, then just follow me."
"You got it."
I walk to my Ferrari and laugh my ass of in it. I'm going to be witty and a little hard to get this weekend. I have a lot of time with Cameron to myself and I don't want him thinking I'm easy. The freeway isn't as busy as it is during rush hour, so I'm grateful that we're going to get to Disney before then. As I'm speeding down the freeway, cutting in front of and behind Cameron for fun, I start to hear a muffling noise from my car. It begins to slow down uncontrollably and I panic. I watch Cameron speed ahead of me and disappear into the crowd of cars. I am forced to pull to the side and get out.
My car is smoking from the engine and I'm thinking it's about to blow up because I'm dramatic. I ruffle my hand in my hair and have anxiety, not knowing what to do next. This is crazy, this is wild. I don't understand why this is happening on my fricking way to Disneyland. Who's car does this to them so randomly? Serious.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. It's Cameron.
"Where are you?" He asks. He thinks I'm still tailing behind somewhere competing to get ahead.
"My car broke down. I'm on the side of the road."
"What? Which exit?"
"That one we just passed. Right after it. Literally."
