5:07 PM
andrea / You should start heading over now. There's traffic, lmaoo.5:08 PM
me / fuuckkkkk.. i hate traffic :(5:10 PM
andrea / Doesn't everyone? Lmaoo. Where's Chase? Tell him to hurry up and get you!5:11 PM
me / he's 2 minutes away, calm down.I laughed at my phone and clicked the off button.
I looked in the mirror, and I admired the outfit that Andrea chose out for me. It was plain white jeans and a long sleeve, collared pink satin cropped top that is originally a button down, but Andrea left the top few buttons undone, and she tied it in the front. It looked really good, and showed my cleavage and stomach, but not my actual boobs. I wore black booties with the outfit and left my hair in a ponytail with some strands laying by my forehead.
I quickly added a necklace and bracelet onto my body, and sprayed perfume before I got a text from Chase.
5:15 PM
chase / I'm outside!I smiled and grabbed the house keys before leaving out the door.
I walked to his expensive matte black G Wagon. I got in and he looked at me.
"W-wow Brynn. You look beautiful." He said while rubbing the back of his neck, and I smiled at him.
"Thanks. So do you." I answered honestly. He was wearing a white button down shirt, with the top three buttons undone, sleek navy blue slacks, and black dress shoes. Everybody in Malibu dresses super fancy and nice, no matter the situation or event.
"Are you ready to eat till you have a good baby?" He asked with a chuckle.
"Seriously? Of course I am." I laughed.
"Okay good. Dylan always goes crazy when it's his birthday." He pressed shuffle on his phone and hip hop music came through the speakers.
We drove for about 45 minutes because of traffic, and finally arrived to Dylan's dinner. It was at a fancy restaurant, but colorful led lights shone through the windows.
"This looks.. amazing." I gasped as we got out of the car.
"You only turn 17 once." He lightly chuckled. "Shall we?" He put his hand onto my lower back, as he walked us to the restaurant.
When we entered, Andrea ran up to us.
"Thank God you're here! You're both late." She folded her arms. She was wearing a short olive green satin, bodycon dress with a low cut in the front, revealing part of her cleavage. She wore white high heels with it, and left her hair down curly.
"Sorry, Andy. Blame the traffic." Chase chuckled.
"Well, you both look amazing." She smiled and gave a nod.
"Thanks." I smiled back to her and so did Chase.
"So Dylan is expecting us. Follow me." She smiled and moved awkwardly.
We followed her into a private room where music played loudly, and there were only a few of us. It was a hibachi restaurant, and everyone looked so good.
"Brynn! Chase! Glad you could finally show up." Bailey laughed and gave us a hug.
"Oh come on." I laughed.
"Alright so it's grouped in two. Since Hudson isn't here and neither is Arabella, you two are sitting together." She pointed to our seats.
"Thanks, Bailey." Chase said and we walked to our seats. I put my purse on my chair, and sat down. We said our hellos to Savannah and Grant, and Nicholas and Josh. Andrea looked uncomfortable sitting next to Josh, and I could read the way she was acting. There was space between the two, and Josh had his arm around her, but she ignored it.
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amour plastique
Teen Fiction*completed* amour plastique. french for plastic love. plastic love. meaning fake love. brynn was hurt. bullied, abused, and now a foster child at 16. new school, new city, new year, new family hudson was used. fake friends, rich, but broken insi...