In which a girl moves to L.A. and becomes unlikely friends with a blue eyed boy.
This is a sequel and you most likely won't understand what's going on if you don't read the first part but give it a shot if you want!
The first part is call Out Of My...
"Wake up you lazy piece of shit!" I heard a girl yell as something was thrown at my head. "Tatum!" Jonah laughed as he tried to stop her.
"You broke my best friends heart! I flew all the way here to beat your ass bitch!" She yelled and I rolled over. "Ugh nothing?" She questioned and Gabbie came up to the door with Jack and Lavender.
"There's no stopping them." Jack panted as they all stared at me. "Yea whatever." I mumbled as I gazed out the window.
"Can I go back to bed now?" I asked and I heard Jonah sigh. "No. It's already 2:30. You've been sleeping since yesterday."
"What's your point?" I said with an attitude. "His point is we're going out to dinner, me and Gabbie wanted to leave you here but I guess you're coming. Be ready in two hours." Tate said and I heard footsteps walking away.
I just stared out the window. I can't just sit around and think about her all day. I got up, showered, and got ready to go.
"Let's just go already." I huffed as I went straight past everyone and to the car. We went to this nicer restaurant in the city and we had just ordered when Gabbie got a FaceTime call.
She got up and practically ran to the door. I knew it was her right away, who else would it be. Tate followed her out to talk to Vinnie and I put my head in my hands.
"Heyy sexy" I looked up to see this dumb blonde standing in front of the table. Before Vinnie, she would've been just my type.
"Me and my friends are heading to this house party later and were wondering if any of you guys wanted to come." She said in almost a seductive tone.
"Fuck it I'm in." I said as I hit my hand down on the table and all the boys stared at me. "Well if nobody else want to come then why don't you just finish dinner with us?" She said and I got up.
I knew she was just the average l.a. slut but I didn't care. We left the restaurant and headed to the party. It wasn't even much of a party, trap music blared through giant speakers while skinny guys did cocaine.
"I'm Leah by the way." The girl said as she handed me a beer. I sat on an empty couch and she sat on my lap. It's not that she wasn't pretty, she was but she wasn't Vinnie.
We talked with all her friends and they were all super shallow. I decided it was time for me to go home and she followed me outside to wait for my Uber. "Baby can I have your number?" She asked as her hand brushed my thigh.
"Nah, I don't really think we're gonna see each other again." I said as I got in the car. As soon as it peeled away from the house I started getting more notifications than usual.
TMZ Just sent in- Daniel Seavey getting cozy with instagram model Leah Robinson -just hours after beloved best friend and actual model Vivian Sage Hill moves back to New York.
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I rolled my eyes and shut off my phone. I can't even believe her. All I can do now is pray that Vinnie doesn't see it.
Once I got back to the house I swung open the door and just went right upstairs. I saw everyone in the living room but didn't bother to say a word.
I just sat on my bed and stared out the window. "Hey uh I saw you on TMZ." Corbyn said as he slowly opened the door.
"That stupid bitch actually thinks I'm into her." I scoffed. "Yea right."
I just heard him chuckle as he sat at the end of my bed. "It really doesn't feel like it right now but things are going to get better." He said and I looked at him.
"Corbyn. Things 'get better' after people like Lauren. You may think so but there's really nothing better than Vinnie." I said and he looked at me.
"Just keep working on yourself, and then maybe one you'll finally come back to each other." He said and left.
I just sat and looked out my window, trying to force myself back to sleep so that I didn't have to think of her.
