London💋 The mystery man roughly pushed me against the neon wall in the club. He smashed his lips on mine and I locked my arms around his neck. He went down my neck and left what felt like ginormous hickeys. What would mom say? Fuck her. I don't give a shit. He brought his lips back up to mine and I bit his bottom lip while pulling away. He looked at me in confusion and I grabbed his hand. "Let's go get something." I pull him through the dense crowd into a private room where my friends were. I grabbed a cigarette from Skate. I puffed some and handed it to the mystery guy. He gladly took it and took and long puff. I realized I don't know his name. He looked in my eyes and I asked, "I never found out your name. What is it?" "It's-" BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I groaned as my alarm woke me from my dream. I was so close to finding out the mystery mans name. I've had the same dream since I moved to Virginia three days ago. I'm so confused. I never had this dream back in Omaha. I get out of bed and go to my closet and grab a pair of black ripped jeans and a maroon and white crop top. I went into the bathroom, showered, and changed. I dried and put my hair in boxer braids. I slipped on my black varsity jacket from my old school. I slipped on my maroon converse and grabbed my mint green backpack. It had all of my books already in it. I ran downstairs and saw my twin sister, Paris, sitting at the breakfast bar. I slid in next to her and grabbed the extra Cliff bar she grabbed for me. She was wearing a white lacy top and light wash denim shorts. She had on white converse and had her light pink hair in loose curls. Yes, my sister has pink hair. My hair, however, is the same dark brown it always has been. "Are you excited for your first day of school girls?" My mother said walking into the kitchen. "Eh. I don't like leaving my friends all of the time. I never make any close ones." I say. Paris nods her head in agreement. We move around a lot due to my mothers love of travel, as you can tell by Paris and I's names. "Well this is the last time we're moving for a while. I got a job I love, and I think you girls and Cam will love it here." Speaking of Cam, he ran downstairs and jumped over the top of the breakfast bar. He grabbed an apple and leaned on the counter. I laughed and highfived him. "Nice one." Paris simply said. I finished my bar and got up. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I had previously put on makeup so I had to be careful not to ruin my maroon lipstick. I finished up and grabbed my mint green Penny Board. I grabbed my black lanyard with my keys on it and slung it around my neck. I ran out of the house with Paris and Cam on my tail. I rolled down the street and turned on my music. Rooftop by Skylar Stecker came on and I sang along, "Hop on the roof where's the party hot! Turning it up til we make it rock! Turn Turn simple and we'll never stop! Hop on the roof where's the party hot! Turning it up til we make it rock! Turn Turn simple and we'll never stop!" Skylar was my friend from LA. By the time the song was over we were at school. I turned off my music and grabbed my board. Cam, Paris, and I walked to the office, getting weird looks from the kids in the halls. We walked in the office door and the secretary said, "I'm assuming you guys are the Dallas'. Cameron, Here's your schedule." She said, handing him the piece of paper. "Paris and London, you guys have the same schedule so I'll just give you one." She handed us a paper. We looked over it together and saw that our first class was the same as Cameron's. Here's why we are the same age as Cameron, but we aren't triplets. Paris and I were adopted when we were the same age as Cameron, babies, because our mom had a friend who she went to visit that worked at the orphanage, and she saw us. She fell in love with us and took us home the same day. I don't care if she isn't our biological mom, I love her to death. The three of us began to walk together, then I realized I had to go look at my locker. I have a photographic memory and I needed to remember my locker number. I thought back to the schedule. I had locker 32b. I looked along the lockers and found the one I needed. I grabbed my black lock from my bag and put in the combination. 3571. It popped open and I hooked it on my locker. I opened the locker and looked at the boring grey inside. I'm going to decorate it. I closed and locked the locker and turned around, only to bump into someone. We both fell. I jumped up and said, "I'm so sorry! Are you okay-" "Yeah yeah I'm fin-" He stood up and looked up and down my body, making me uncomfortable. "Well what is a pretty girl like you doing alone at her locker? I don't believe I've met you. I'm Matthew. Matthew Espinosa." He said. I rolled my eyes. Another fuckboy. Oh lord. "Well, one I can go to my locker alone, and two, I don't like to deal with people like you, so would you excuse me I have class to go to." I said and walked in the direction of where Paris and Cam were standing. Matthew followed me and jogged backwards in front of me, so he was facing me. "Aw c'mon. You don't have to go to class. You could come with me and we could have some fun." He said smirking evilly. "I'm good. I'm not hanging out with a fuckboy. And you're annoying." I said and pushed him out of the way. Cam and Paris were standing outside of a classroom. Paris said, "Who was that dude you were talking to? He's pretty cute." "Nah, he's a fuckboy. I bumped into him and he wouldn't leave me alone. " I replied. The three of us walked into the classroom and sat down. I grabbed my phone from my pocket. I opened messages and looked at my old school's Groupchat. I texted 'hi' in it and saw the teacher come in the room. I powered off my phone and put it in my bag. "Good morning class, we have three new students joining us today. Cameron, London, Paris, do y'all mind coming up here and introducing yourselves?" The three of us walked up to the front of the class. Paris went first. "Well, I'm Paris, I'm seventeen, And my twin sister is London." She said walking back to her seat. Cameron went next. "I'm Cameron, call me Cam, I'm seventeen. There really isn't anything else to say so I'm gonna had it over to London." My turn. "My name is-" the door opened and Matthew walked in. An annoyed look crossed my face. He sat down in the seat next to me. "As I was saying, my name is London, and as you can see, my mom named Paris and I after cities, and she named Cameron after the country in Africa, Cameroon. I'm seventeen by the way." I finished and went back and sat down in my seat. Matthew eyed me. The teacher began the English lesson and I grabbed my book out of my bag to read along. I felt Matthew's eyes burning a hole on me. I ignored it until I heard a pst. "Pst! London!" I looked over at him out of the corner of my eyes. He was holding a folded notecard. I grabbed it without looking away from the board. I unfolded it and it read, "Dear London, a couple of friends and I are going to a club tonight, you seem pretty cool and I was wondering if you wanted to come with us?" I handed the note back to him and nodded. A wide smile grew on his face. I looked back to the board and finished the class. •Skip to hall after class• I grabbed my stuff after class and walked out of the classroom. Matthew ran after me and bumped into me on his way. I realized he slipped a price of paper in my pocket. I opened it and I was a phone number. Underneath the number it said "text me your address so I can pick you up -Matt" I slipped it back in my pocket and walked to my next class. It's a very small high school so it was easy to get around. •Skip The rest of School• Cam, Paris, and I rode home and did whatever homework we had. I had none because I did it at lunch. I ran up to my room and figured out what to wear. I chose a black strapped top and skinny ripped jeans.
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(Without the sweater) I slipped it on and put on my black heels. I took out my hair and it turned out wavy. I put it up in a purposely messy bun. Wavy pieces of hair framed my face. I left on my makeup from school. I re-applied mascara and lipstick. I grabbed a black cross body bag and put my wallet, fake id, and mints in it. I texted Matt. ••• L-1234 fame drive is my address, what time are you picking me up? M-I live right next door to you L-really? M-Look out your window ••• I looked out my bedroom window. And saw Matt standing there shirtless. Damn. He had a nice body. London! Snap out of it! Both of our rooms had balconies that were an inch or two apart. I waved at him and closed my curtains. I texted him. ••• L-One, put a shirt on, two, what time are you coming over? ••• "Now" I turned around in surprise at the sound of his voice. "What the hell! How did you get in?" "You left your window unlocked" He said simply. "And I'm picking you up now. Hop over the balconies." I shook my head and did what he said. He opened his window and let me in his room. It was surprisingly clean. We walked downstairs and out the front door. He took me to a black Range Rover and got in the front seat. I got in shot gun. He drove down the street and started playing music. I Spy came on and I sang and rapped every word along with Matt. We arrived at the club. It looked familiar. I gave the bouncer my fake ID and got in. Music was blasting and everyone was dancing. God I've missed this. I haven't gone clubbing since Omaha. Matt pulled me to a room in the back of the club. I saw someone who I missed so much. Skate Maloley. "Skate! What are you doing here?" I sat down next to him. "I may or may not have gotten information from Cameron." I laughed. He handed me a shot. Everyone in the room took one on the count of three. I suggested we go and dance. I grabbed Matt's hand and everyone followed us to the dance floor. I have no idea how, but the lip gloss song came on. I looked at Matt. He nodded. I started doing the dance and Matt joined in. His laugh was so adorable. London stop it. He's a fuckboy. You're a good girl. They don't mix. I decided I was too sober. I left Matt on the dance floor-He was getting way too close for comfort-and walked to the bar. I ordered a front and sat down. The drink arrived and I downed it in two gulps. I ordered another one, the alcohol from the first one kicking in. I sensed a presence beside me, immediately knowing who it was. Matthew. I groaned in my head, realizing now how much time we've already spent together. The second drink came and I downed it fast. I let the little alcohol that was in both drinks take over my mind and body. I saw Matt gesturing for me to dance with me. Fuck him being a Fuckboy. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the dance floor and we started dancing to the beat. Matt wrapped his arms around my small waist and we swayed together.
Matt👽 I wrapped my arms around her thin waist. My plan was working. She was falling straight into my trap. As we swayed to the music, I leaned in and kissed her. She immediately kissed back. Part 1, complete. We happened to be near the neon wall of the club so I roughly pushed London against it, kissing her neck. She pushed me away and slapped me. She walked back in the direction of the private room. Call me crazy, but this was strangely similar to a dream I've been having for the last three days. I'm at the club, the girl rejects me, I go and find her and ask for her name, and before she can answer, the dream cuts to me and the girl holding hands, kissing, going on dates, and doing couple things. Now that I think about it, the girl in my dream looked exactly like London, almost like it's the same person. But the dream can't mean anything, right?
Little did he know......
A/n MK so this is my new story, entirely written by me, Johnsonnnnx3 , I'm kinda basing this off of LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE MATTHEW ESPINOSA FANFIC EVER yeah I'm pretty basic, hope you like it -👽E🥀
