Dylan and Jonah, once best friends, now total strangers. What happens when life takes an unexpected journey for Dylan and she is thrown into the world of popularity and drama?
It was my first official day in LA. Sam had another photo shoot so I had decided to walk around town. I met up with a fan of my YouTube channel, who was so sweet and offered to take a picture for my Instagram.
@Dylan_Queen
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@Dylan_Queen: Wandering around LA. [📸@KayleeBoo2]
@ItsSamantha: I wish I could be with you. Find a cute boy to hang with!🤣 @Dylan_Queen: I have a boyfriend, Wyatt!😂
@WyattJames: Miss my princess! Love you @Dylan_Queen: ❤️
@KayleeBoo2: So glad I could meet this amazing girl! She's been a great role model to me! ❤️❤️ @Dylan_Queen: You are so kind. I'm glad I got to meet a beautiful girl like you!💕
User0: I wish she would stop posting. She bothers me.
User1: Beautiful girl💖
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I put my phone back into my pocket and walked into a Starbucks. It was crazy packed. There were a bunch of girls swarming this one table. It looked like there were five boys at the table. I shrugged and walked up to the cash register. "Welcome to Starbucks! What would you like to order ma'm?" the worker asked politely. "I'll have an iced coffee and a cake pop please!" I responded, taking a look back at the screaming girls. "I guess there is some band here that all the girls are going nuts about," the cashier laughed, shaking her head as she handed me my change. "Hm. Well anyways, thank you!" I found an empty table where I could examine the band but still hear my name. There were five boys, one with very curly hair that reminded me of ramen noodles, two with brown hair, and two with blonde hair. One of the boy's faces, one of them with brown hair to be precise, reminded me of someone but I couldn't place my finger on it. "Dylan!" a worker called out. I stood up and walked passed their table, only to get glares from some of the girls. I shrugged. I grabbed my drink and was about to leave when I realized I had forgotten my phone. I tried to get passed all the girls but tripped over a chair. "Great," I muttered, standing up and dusting my knees off. "You alright?" the boy that looked familiar asked. "Yeah, sorry," I answered, as I walked to get my phone. I looked down and saw a ton of texts from Wyatt. "What the heck?" I stood, shocked as I read his texts.
Wyatt😘: I cheated on you. Read Wyatt😘: I'm so sorry Dylan. Read Wyatt😘: Please forgive me. It was a mistake. Read
Wyatt😘: I know you see these babe. Answer me please. Read
I fell into the chair and ran my fingers through my hair, staring at my screen in disbelief. I suddenly felt hot tears running down my face. I put my head on the table and cried. I didn't care if I was making a scene at this point, it was either here or in the Uber, where the driver would ask most likely questions. My phone buzzed again and it was Wyatt calling me. I instantly declined. I felt my chest tighten. I tried to slow down my breathing but I couldn't, I felt more tears in my eyes. Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around, eyes puffy, still crying. "Y-yeah?" I stuttered, wiping my eyes. "If your crying about tripping it's fine, I trip all the time and humiliate myself," the boy said. "I-it's not t...that," I showed him the texts from Wyatt. His face fell, "I'm so sorry." I shook my head and stood up, "Thanks, but I should go." I began walking out when I heard one of the guys whispering about me. "Dude, did you get her number? Why was she crying? Tell us Jonah!" the boy begged. Jonah? I turned around. Is that why he looked so familiar? "Jonah?" I asked. "Yeah that's me. And you are?" he asked, confused. "First of all, not going to give you my number and second of all, I'm Dylan, Dylan Murphy. Your ex-best friend," I frowned at him, raising one of my eyebrows. His eyes widened, "Dylan!" "Don't ever talk to me again after what you did to me," I ran out of Starbucks and back onto the streets of LA. I took an Uber home and changed into an oversized t-shirt and shorts and sat on the couch and cried my eyes out because of Wyatt and seeing Jonah.
*Jonah's POV*
Holy crap. That was my ex-best friend, Dylan. "Dude, you know that hottie?" Zach smirked, surprised. I nodded, sitting down in the chair, shocked. "Why does she hate you? Did you used to date?" questioned Daniel. "No, I-I ruined her life. We were best friends and one day I screwed up. I called her names in front of everyone in the cafeteria and later on told her that I was glad to move to LA so I wouldn't have to see her ever again. I blocked her on social media and deleted her number so I wouldn't have to deal with her," I put my head in my hands, embarrassed, running my fingers through my hair. "But why?" was all Zach asked. I shook my head, "I really don't know. I probably got caught up with the jerks and jocks and I wish I could change what I did. I mean did you see her face when she recognized me. Pure hatred and sadness was clearly shown." "You need to apologize Jonah. Even if she doesn't forgive you, you need to," Jack commented. "But I don't have her number or anything and she probably is gone by now," I replied. "Let me search her up, I'm sure I could find her Instagram or whatever," Jack pulled out his phone and searched up Dylan Murphy. He found her account, @Dylan_Queen, and began looking through her posts. "Dang Jonah, she is hot," Daniel wiggled his eyebrows. "Geez Daniel, she just got cheated on. Don't even bring that up right now," I shook my head in anger. "Jonah, tell me why in all the years you hated her, now you care for her. All of a sudden you want to protect her when all you had done was hurt her," Corbyn pointed out. "I'm...not sure," I trailed off.
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