Hey guys its Keke thank you for reading my first story on wattpad hope you enjoy. pic on the side is Cleo!!!!
Prologue
"More shots we're going to party rock!" My Oh so gay, but best friend Jamie green, said shaking the poor bartender. Tonight we're celebrating my summer seventeen cover by hitting a club. Jamie’s boyfriend Alex rolled his eyes. They met at my manger Miranda’s birthday party and since then have been attracted by the hip. Miranda is a bacorette and never took a man seriously in her life. Me? I’m a playgirl. I date for a week then let them go.
All magazines, blogs and TV shows talk about my every active love life. I never slept with any of my ex's no matter how rich, hot or impressive he is. Something’s always telling me not to. I also have got a bad temper and very sarcastic but people don’t complain because my projects are always successful. As one of the best models and designers I have to be a control freak. "Cleo Ciara Campo stop dreaming!" wow I totally spaced out. "We need to get you drunk hoe!" he hands me a shot, "now let’s party!!" I grinned and grabbed a bottle from the bartender. "Let’s do this!!" We smirk at each other than the drinking game begins.
"Cleo!!!" ugh, my mouth is so dry. I’m sporting a massive hangover and Miranda’s shouting isn’t helping. "Shut the f**k up!" I yelled while covering my head with a pillow. After about five minutes my pillow is snatched and cold water was thrown on me. "What the Miranda!!" Her face was red. "This is what’s wrong!" she throws a tabloid at me. On the front cover was me on a table dancing. I flip a few pages to see me and Jamie kissing the same bottle of vodka. Oh shit.
The article states that I did a short strip show, give random guys my number then left to hook up with my gay bff. Opps. Miranda began to rant "how could you do this at least five times each month. I have to start putting a leash on you. The last time you even got arrested-" I got up and went to the kitchen of my New York apartment. Grabbing a cup of coffee I sat down and stared at the busy street. Man those people were lucky; they get to choose their carrier.
I started modeling at 13 to take care of my poor mother. My father left after my birth because of his father and a position. What an ass. I always wanted to be a vet but my mom had no money for college, so I was home schooled all my life. Not that I had a problem with it, I was glad. I graduated high school when I was 16. Now I’m 17 and one of the youngest Victoria secret models and designers.
"Cleo, your mom called. She wants to see you so we’re going back to Colorado to visit her. Get packing we leave in a hour." and with that she left. I sighed and my eyes drifted to my cover. There was a girl with long brown curls, grey eyes, about 5'9, with long legs and very tanned and her eyes shined with mischief. They didn’t know of the problems I went through as an overweight child. There were 3 girls in particular. The blonde triplets Chanel, Jesse and Marie I swore to get revenge on them but it seems I forgot. Probably going back won’t be bad after all.
So that is how I ended up here on a private jet heading back to my shitty hometown. "Back off you whore he's mine!" Jamie was screaming at the flight attendant who was very pale at the moment. Alex got up and hugged Jamie from behind whispering into his ear. Jamie calmed down and started to giggle, and then they were almost having sex on the sofa. The attendant turned red and ran out of the room.
"Ewwwwww!" screeched Miranda who was quiet all this time. They both flipped her bird and took it to the bathroom. We both shuddered. Great now I can’t use the bathroom for this entire flight without thing about those two having sex. "Hello there." oh god this is going to be a long nine hour flight.
