ex - j.g

eight;

isabelle;

it was so nice seeing sammy, johnson, nate and jack again... but ever since the visit last week, i can't get gilinsky off my mind. from backstage at the awards to when i went to their house. both times keep running through my mind.

he's gotten so mature, handsome and sweet. but same with nate, he's done the same. but nate's also my past.

i wouldn't want to get back with nate for one reason.

he's my past, and it's help me move forward.

for a fact, if i was still dating him, i wouldn't be modelling. nate was always so caught up with music and his friends... he always put the idea in my mind that it didn't matter what i did. he said i could stay home and help him relieve stress, do things around the house and relax.

but for me, i needed myself to work. i couldn't sit around all day, then all night too.

nate always told me that if we moved to la together, i could stay home while he supplied the money. that just didn't sit well with me.

my thoughts were quickly interrupted by my manager, lyza, calling my name.

"isabelle, come here for a moment, darling." she says. she was standing with a few boys, my age, and one older man, "isabelle, this is—"

"isabelle!" matthew exclaims.

matthew and i hug, and then i hug taylor.

"told you, lyza, they knew each other." the man says to her.

she shakes her head, "isabelle, how do you know them?"

"they were apart of magcon, with jack and jack, cameron, nash..." i explain and trail off after a few names.

lyza nods, "i see, i see. anyways, isabelle, you're going to be doing a photoshoot with your them." although she's rude at times, she can also make anything fun.

"alright." i shrug at the opportunity, "if i have to."

matthew scowls, "come on, isabelle. you love us!"

i chuckle, "i know i do."

taylor was awfully quiet today. usually he is one of the loudest, dumbest, craziest... shall i go on?

"hey, what's up with taylor?" i whisper to matt.

"trouble in paradise." he whispers back, and i nod.

i honestly never knew taylor had a girlfriend, but i'm happy for him.

"hey, isabelle, can i talk to you?" the insanely quiet taylor finally speaks, and i nod at his question.

"sup?" i ask when we are far enough from everyone.

he sighs, "i need your help."

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