"You did what?!" Beth yelps. Her face painted with surprise. Alex is frozen, staring at me with shock and horror and... happiness?
"Yes! I... I think I like him..." Alex falls. Again. "Uh! Not this again!"
"Dont." Beth groans as she sees me reaching for a marker. I sigh and pull back.
"You told him what happened?! The playboy what happened?!" She shrieks.
"Well, he told me his past." I say calmly so I don't lose my temper.
"Yes, but what if it was a lie? You don't know if his was a lie." She smirks, I've planned her saying this, so without hesitation I spit,
"He doesn't know if mine was a lie, I could've been lying." I smirked. Its true, he could've been lying, I could've been lying. No one knows, wait- Oh shit.
"If you were lying then why would you have scars on your legs from it?" This is what I was afraid of.
"I could've cut myself... okay maybe not but... I dunno." I sigh in defeat. "Im going to bed. Night." I walk over to Alex, and tap her cheek, Nothing. So I decide instead of drawing on her... I pull my hand back and slap her, hard. She yelps, and races to the bathroom. I shrug off my clothes, slip into a nightgown and force a brush through my hair, until its silky smooth again. Alex comes back with ice on her cheek from out mini fridge,
"That hurt! Why did you do that?" She whines. I chuckle and shrug,
"Least I d- Oh my gosh... What the hell is that?!" I burst into laughter and roll on the floor.
"JANIMALS, JAMIMALS, THE WEARABLE STUFFED ANIMALS!" She cheers and jumps up and down and claps. Oh my gosh.. she looks drunk.
"Did you drink at all tonight, Beth?" She frowns,
"No, but I loved these." She shrieks, and claps some more. I shake my head and grab my phone, ignore the calls and texts I have and click my camera. I take about four pictures of her jumping, clapping, smiling, and ignoring my phone. "What are you doing?" I have a tendency not to lie so I shrug.
"There, Done. I posted it on Instagram. Unicorn!" I cheer and clap. Her face falls, and her color drains.
"You didn't. Did you?" She says, and falls on her bed.
"Yep. Why?" I say with a straight face. Im not nervous for what she has to say, I could care less what anyone thinks. I shrug.
"No one can see that. Not just because Im embarrassed but because my mom has an image, and I do to, and if anyone sees that Im done. My mom could be too." She says, he face still drained. I drop my head,
"Im private." I smirk.
"How many followers you got?" She riddles,
"Bout Five thousand." Its true, few agents, and things wanting to have me as a model. Bout five hundred of them. Not all modeling agents, some that are already mine for modeling and because Im the daughter of a major makeup company my mom owns, I have agents too. I have a image too, that is why my mom wants me to cover my legs, and body, It could look bad on her and me.
"Any agents and people like that?" She says nibbling on the corner of her index finger.
"Bout five hundred of 'em." I shrug. She freezes. "You do know I deleted it right? I kept it for sixty seconds then deleted it. And at 3:30 in the morning! No one will look at at." I jump on my bed and could hear and sense she relaxed, and walks to her room. I fall asleep. I wake up to a familiar pounding on the door.
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When a player meets a badass nerd
Teen Fiction17 year old, Bella Watts, is getting sent to a boarding school, that she dreads going to, for getting in trouble A LOT at her old one. She hates it at first until she makes friends, and meets a badboy/player named John Meyers. She secretly likes him...
