"You just don't get it do you?" Cindy chuckled standing up as Justin shuffled to the side pulling his pants up.
"Oh Jesus Christ," Tristan whispered as I just stood there. "Ava," I said looking back at her a little. "Hmm?" She answered quickly.
"Hold my shit," I began to take my earrings off, "do what?" She asked confused. "I said, hold my shit." I handed her my little handbag.
"Like I'm suppose to be scared of you?" Cindy said, I just chuckled because to be honest I thought this whole thing was hilarious. Justin was just standing in the corner quiet as can be. And don't even get me started on the slut, Cindy and I both know if I wanted to beat her ass right now, I easily could. I'm just not in the mood to fight her tonight, I don't have the time nor do I want to get my hands dirty.
"I would be," Ava whispered behind me. "Malaysia you don't have to do this—" Jordyn began to speak up walking a little closer to me but Tristan pulled her back, knowing damn and well I was going to do whatever I wanted to do.
I walked over to Justin and looked him straight in the eyes. "Look at me!" I yelled, aggravated at the fact that he was legit looking everywhere else but my face.
His eyes slowly made there way to my face as I just shook my head, "You always want me huh?" I said, devastated and beyond hurt because just two hours ago I thought we were perfect.
"Malaysia I'm sor—"
"No!" I cut him off, slapping hard across the face. "You're fücking pathetic and I'm glad we're finally over." I turned around and walked passed everyone before exiting the club by myself.
6 Days Later
"You okay?" Taylor asked me as he walked in my office with out even knocking. "Um, I'm fine?"
"Well you ready to do this?" He asked. I stood up and tied my robe, "Let's do it."
It was the day of my photoshoot and even though there was a shit ton on my mind I was ready to do this, I'm actually putting my business first this time since all the other times I've been to caught up in Justin and his bullshit.
Speaking of Justin I haven't talked to that asshole in days, and I'm happy to say I'm perfectly fine. Im fücking thrilled that Justin is out of my life and this time for good.
"Drop it." Taylor ordered.
My eyes widened at first and than chuckled when he snapped his fingers, "Let's go, drop."
I undid my robe and dropped it, while my glam team rushed over to me and touched up my face a bit. While my hair people fixed my black wig, since I was feeling the blonde hair I didn't want to dye it back so quickly. Thus equals the black wig, Taylor insisted I had black hair for this shoot and there's no telling Taylor no even though technically I'm his boss.
"Now go, go get your sexy on!"
I walked over to the set and turned around, let's not forget before design became my full time passion I wanted more than anything to become a model. So let's just pray I don't do to bad of a job.
"Give me fierce!" Taylor shouted.
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