Faith's P.O.V.
Song of the chapter: Everything Back but You by Avril Lavigne
I walked away from Al's door, puzzled because I knew they were doing something...without me. Did I feel guilty about what happened to Alison? Hell no. But that doesn't mean Trin had to totally ditch me.
The only way I knew something was happening was because I heard both of them yell dayum and there's no way it was because of Justin Bieber's last Instagram post. Like, enough of that Jelena ish. Let's get on with Fustin am I right?
I was prepared to stalk the girls. I had on black high waisted skinnies, a flowy blue camisole, hoop earrings, silver bangles, and silver Toms. I moussed my hair but was super light on the makeup not knowing what scene I'd be at tonight.
I escaped though my window, ditching the boys and followed the heel punctured sand.
I flashed my ladies to the security guard and acted super ditzy because I totally didn't expect to be at the club scene, meaning I left my ID at the beach house. After he got a good look, he crossed his legs immediately to prevent a you know what from popping up.
I winked as I slowly pulled my top down and bit my bottom lip as I strolled in, leaving the bald giant craving more. Loser.
The atmosphere was buzzing, making me more upset that my two best friends didn't invite me.
I was searching for them left and right, but I easily gave up.
I headed towards the bar and placed an order of two shots for myself.
Crap. My ID.
"ID please, sweetheart," the what I assumed lesbian bartender asked. She had a pixie cut, was wearing the man's outfit, and boy Sperry's.
"I'll prove to you I'm over 21 by rocking your world tonight," I whispered in her ear. Wtf is wrong with me.
She peeked down my shirt then looked back into my eyes. She bit her bottom lip, speechless, and gave me my shots. I was about to pay when she told me it was on her so I strolled away, drinking them both in under 5 seconds.
Feeling good about myself, I went on the dancefloor to shake off my nerves.
Who needs friends anyway. I got me and that's pretty great.
Before I knew it, I was in the middle of a dance circle, twerking as if my life depended on it. That was when I saw two girls talking to each other secretively. They stood out because they weren't in the circle.
"Those bitches," I stopped doing my thang and strutted towards them.
"Wtf," Al muttered the acronym.
"Thanks for the invite," I stated.
"Thanks for the betrayal," Al stepped closer.
"Whatever," I crossed my arms across my stomach, slightly stung by her harsh yet true words.
It was at that point we realized...this vacation needs to end.
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A/N
RT if you DON'T ship Fustin. Lolol. I'm still in Mel Salvador. I have like 15 mosquito bites I'm not even kidding. And I've only been here about week and a half sooo. Ily♥
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FantasyThree girls with perfect lives who are new kids in college unite as they recieve the ultimate college experience. They meet many people, are enrolled in all the same classes, and meet three friendly fellows. It's almost like they're....connected.
