The Talk Of Beverly Hills

Chapter 1 : Heart is a messed-up piece of work

"Katherine!"

"Katherine Livingston!"

"Are you dating someone?"

"How is your family business?"

"Katherine!"

Another day, another car chase with those crazy reporters. Ugh... Amazing. If we seriously don't move right now, I'll have to bribe someone... Again.

*BEEP BEEP*

The sound of the devil itself. The day just magically got better because I got another rumor of myself on the Internet. Yup, I feel better already.

Good morning my dear resident of Beverly Hills, it's Hotshot Blond bringing you the juicy details of our favorite scandalous socialites.

A little bird sang to me this morning about a certain heart breaker is back in town. That's right ladies, Lukas Crawford is here to rock your world. Someone gonna be bitter but ladies, buckle up because this will be one hell of the ride.
Kisses,
Hotshot Blond

Ughhh. Really. OUT. OF. ALL. PEOPLE.
WHY. HIM? Well, you may wonder why I despise him.

No. Despite is the understatement of the century.

Well, that person and I go way back...

Once upon a time,

Geez, I'm not that old, just turned 18 for the sake of Prada and this is not a fairy tale either. Plus,I'm much hotter and richer than all those Disney princesses combined. Anyways, back to the top

About 3 years ago, Lukas and I were in a RELATIONSHIP. Yeah, ACTUAL relationship. Ew. We're like typical-too-damn-cliché best friends fall in love with each other or whatever. We were like Chuck Bass and Blair Waldolf California edition. At that time, hopeless-romantic-15-year-old Katherine were totally #Livingford4life.
How sickening and naïve does that made me. You have so much to learn young Kath. We have like somewhat of a fairy tale relationship if that is what you would like to call. There was a time, Christmas to be percise he wrote me a love letter and put it in my stockings with a box of my favorite chocolated-covered strawberry that whenever I look back... I want to puke. Sorry if I hurt your feelings ladies. But we all know he will get to be exposed very soon by none other than the gorgeous/ badass/ rich and hot as hell... ME. Throwback to the time when our relationship were like #GOALS so perfect as my friend had already called dibs on being the Maid of Honour in my wedding with him.

Hah, good time. That is the first time I've seen Jose in orange. That color. Nah-uh, not good on her.

But life is a jealous bitter bitch, when you least expect of something, life throws you a party.

A pity party.

On a perfect epic sunny day he openned up to me saying

"Katherine, listen."

Uh-oh, not good. AT. ALL

"The problem here is me and not you." -He continued

Literally every break up line. I know. But then again 15-year-old me doesn't know that.