million dollar high | joshler

9

"you look terrible. did you even sleep?" kyle said as he walked in and saw me walking to my room with a towel around my hips.

"is it that noticeable? i just showered."

"you did go home with someone!" he gasped, dropping his keys on my couch.

"okay, fine, yes, but it was just a one night stand; i don't know who he was." i let out with a huff.

"why did you have to lie about it? i've known you since seventh grade. we tell each other everything."

"embarrassed, i guess." i lied. "he left his handprints on me and hickeys and shit, so you were bound to find out anyway." i walked into my room and looked through my closet.

i grabbed boxers and quickly slipped them on and looked through to find something casual.

i decided on a grey-lilac shirt with white jeans, and then i went back into my living room.

"we should go to sephora or something in the meantime."

"what?"

"so we could get makeup to cover up the marks?"

"oh, no, it's okay. i have a bunch of makeup at shoot," referring to the company i modeled for. "we could just go there."

"alright, let's go."

so we left.