Must Be 18 Or Over To Enter//Golden Boy

Simple.

The shout. He raised his voice. That was the first thing. Then the mind reading. Then the body in his room. Then the super speed. And then the weird drink. And then 'the real me' talk. I had made a mental list of all the interesting things that had happened the night before. When I had brought myself out of bed at seven, rather than rolling around and lying awake for several more hours, I grabbed my towel from the hanger on the back of the bedroom door and walked to the bathroom adjacent to my room. There was a large jacuzzi tub, a shower stall, along with three sinks all lined up on the counter that stretched from wall to plain white wall. We all already spread all of our shit out on the counters. I stripped out of my loose tee and spandex shorts and turned on the shower.

OLIVER'S POV

Drink. Talk to Jordan. Almost eat. Talk to Kendall.. Drink more. Dance. Dance alone. Talk to me. Dance again with Kendall. Fall into my room. See things she wasn't meant to. Drink with me. Talk with me. Dance. Drink. Bed. I knew everything Kylie had done the night before, but it still puzzled me. I wanted to know so desperately what her and Jordan spoke about, even though I told them not to even go near any of the girls. And why he thought it would be okay to tell - almost tell - her about the others. Accidents. The past. It didn't matter. I couldn't turn back time and fix things. I got out of my bed, awake as ever, and showered quickly before dressing and meandering into the dinning hall.

"Oliver. Jordan called. Said it's urgent. And Adam needs to know when you're bringing the girls in." Briana followed closely.

"Tell Jordan I'm busy. Tell Adam today. And have, well, you know what, waiting in my room after breakfast." I sat at the head of the table as she nodded and disappeared to round up the girls. Eating every day, listening to their girly giggles at everything I said made it ten times worse. I was beginning to think I made a mistake with the whole event of it all.

"Morning." They smiled as they sat around the table. All of them but Kylie. Where could she be?

"Good morning." I put on a smile. "Did everyone enjoy themselves last night?"

"So much fun."

"Totally."

"I threw up, but yeah." I wrinkled my nose. Who says that kind of thing?

"Well, that's unfortunate, but I'm glad everyone else had a good time."

"Did you?" Perrie asked.

"Oh, yes. Very interesting. Did anything interesting happen?"

"I have an interview for a modelling contract in two months." Natasha said confidently.

"It seems congratulations are in order." I hated Natasha. It was only my second day knowing her, but I knew I hated her. She was built on her false queen bee attitude, and nothing was going to shake that. Respected her, but hated her. As for every other girl, hardly any of them had worked up the courage to speak to me yet. I had very few first impressions to go off. Except Kylie. Always except Kylie. She was the only person I ever caught not thinking about how her nails looked, or if her makeup made her look better. She thought about much deeper things. Still shallow, but less so. Things like how much I annoyed her, and how much she misses her friend and sister, and what on earth the other girls get out of talking about boys all day. Thoughts about her nails and her social media and whether or not her makeup looked weird that day were still sprinkled in heavily. "Kylie." I announced as she wandered in and took her place at the end of the table. She wore another pair of black ripped jeans, and a plain black v neck tee with a flannel tied around her hips. Her hair was wet - she'd just gotten out of the shower. I could smell her vanilla shampoo from my seat. "Nice of you to finally join us." She ignored me. Plates were set down in front of each of us. Waffles with syrup. Mine, vegan of course. I rather hurt people than animals. Kylie didn't move in her chair. She just looked at the food in front of her, and then up at the rest of us, and then directly at me to see I was staring, and then back at the floor. I could sense something was wrong. To be dealt with at a later time. "Okay, while everyone's eating, I'll go through the schedule for today. We're going to be going into the city for a little photo shoot with my good friend Adam Elmakis, and Hot Topic. A little trial thing, if you will. The pictures are going on the website, to show off their new items." Excited murmurs filled the room. Yes. Nothing more I'd rather be doing with my Saturday than deal with ten girls that have no clue what they're doing, and snotty business people. "We leave around one. Sound good?"