My 2nd Life with O2L (Kian Lawley)

Ch 3 Kian

Kylees POV.

I cried myself to sleep.

My dad literally showed no remorse for tearing me away from my best friend.

The pain is still close to unbearable.

The plane landed and I plugged I my ear plugs ignoring my dads pleas to talk to him and grabbed my bags.

I followed him off the plane listening to White Walls by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis.

We got a cab and arrived at my new spot in hell.

Oops I mean in my new home.

It was huge.

I walked inside and up the stairs claiming my spot in a large room with an entire wall made of glass.

It over looked the ocean and beach.

Plopping down on my bed I snapped a panorama sending it to Catie.

My dad yelled my name and I got up trudging down the stairs.

"What." I sassed

"Here" he said ignoring my attitude and handing me a large bedding bag.

The sheets were teal and the comforter was dark and light teal plaid with some grey and white too.

It was really... well... cali.

I kinda liked it.

I started to make my bed, struggling a first but I got it.

Pulling over a box labeled "pictures" I tore it open and started to hang them up with a hammer and nails.

My walls where also a light colored teal.

I sat all if my pictures on my bed.

Almost all of them of me and Catie except for a few of me and my mom when I was little or me and my dad.

After hanging them all up along my walls, I found my longboard.

I changed into some black ripped high waisted shorts and a red Sons of Anarchy muscle tee. With a black lace bralett under it.

Lacing up my red vans I grabbed my board and told my dad I was going out for a ride. I walked out not even waiting for an answer.

I set my board down starting off on the perfectly paved road.

Looking up and down the street sides at massive houses.

Bam

"Hey watch where your go- Wait are you knew?" a kid much taller than me with his hair waved up slightly with an earring in each ear asked me.

"Uh yeah, look I gotta go." I said starting off again.

He grabbed me by my arm and slipped something in my hand before walking down the road.

Kian Lawely
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Um that was weird. I got a kids number and I didn't even ask.

I started off again deciding I would ride down to the beach.

Picking up my board and un lacing my vans I stepped into the sugar sand letting the sun kiss my skin.

I picked a spot in the sand setting my board down and sitting on it.

"Hey watch out!" someone screamed.

And then a ball hit me.

A football. Classic.

The boy walked over to retrieve his ball an I find it to be Kian.

"Can you gi- Hey it's you again." he said smirking.

"Oh my god seriously" I said to myself.

"Did you say something?" Kian questioned.

"What? Oh no." I replied staring at the sea.

Kian grabbed his ball and walked back over to his friend.

And no sooner than I relax he comes back with his friend and they sit in either side of me.

"Seriously what do you need?" I said harshly.

"I'm Sam." a boy with rosy cheeks and a perfect smile said.

"And you already know that I'm Kian." Kian adds.

"Ok sam, kian, what is it that you so desperately need from me." I asked in a very irritated tone.

"Your name and number." sam says plainly.

"Kylee Ryder and 1-800- none of your effing business bye" I said getting up and walking away with my vans and board in each hand.

"Text me then Ryder" Kian yells.





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I didn't use an actually number for Kian's cause I was to lazy to make one up lol
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