million dollar high | joshler

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"thinking about your boyfriend?" jenna, my friend, asked me as i was finishing up my last shoot. she was hanging out with our other friends, zoey and kyle.

"he's not my boyfriend, far from it." i snapped, walking away from the bright lights.

"everyone feels the sexual tension," kyle added.

i pinched my arm to make sure i heard that right. "the fuck? no. don't make shit weird; he's a terrible guy."

he shrugged, and i got changed into my regular clothes: cuffed ripped jeans and black and white striped shirt that was a little big on me.

"let's just go out for drinks, yeah?" i suggested.

"we could invite josh." zoey gasped afterwards. "we should!"

jenna and kyle agreed, ignoring the fact that i hated him with every cell in my body.

"fine whatever." i said and zoey and jenna went to the next room.

"why do you hate him so much?" kyle asked as we both started to walk to the door.

"it's whatever. you guys can hang out with him when we go to the club, just leave me out of it. also, one of you, or all of you, can have sex with him if you want. i don't care; i don't like him."

"yeah, okay."

the two blonde girls approached us again. "josh said he'll meet us there in ten minutes," jenna said. "let's go!"