Little J | Billie Eilish

Chapter 2

"We're here" the uber driver says whilst turning back to me.

"Thank you." I tell the man as I step out of the car and take a deep breath to prepare myself to go inside.

Outside the house I look and see a range of luxury cars including; teslas, ferraris and lamborghinis and more. When mom said people came over for a search party she really did mean that the whole family came over to look.

As I walked to the door I opened my bag and pull out my keys, once i have got them out i unlock the door and try to prepare myself for what is about to happen as I walk through the door.

"Little J is that you?" I hear my sister Kylie say as she walks to the foyer rubbing her eyes as I recall it is now four in the morning, I'm honestly surprised everyone is still here.

"Yea Ky it's me." I say stumbulling as I try to take off my louboutins, that I have been partying in all night long.

"Can you come into the living room when you have finished doing whatever that is your currently doing." she says whilst yawning and pointing her finger at me as I move to the living room where I think my family is located.

"Look who we have here." Scott says as I move into the room.

"Hello to you all, my dear family." I say plopping down on the couch in between my sister Kylie and Kanye.

"Ewww get off of me you smell like sex, drugs and alchol." Kylie says whilst pushing me away.

"Your just jealous I can catch dick or get some pussy while your stuck working and looking after a baby." I say with maybe just a bit to much sass.

"Karma! Don't speak to your sister like that. You can't compare yourself to Kylie! You can only compare you two when you have made your first billion and have your own successful business." My mother hisses at me.

"Well sorry for ruining this intervention or what ever the fuck you guys were trying to achieve by all coming here, but I'm going to bed because I have to leave for school in three and a half hours and i kinda wanna get a bit of sleep." I say as I stand up and leave the room.

"Nothing we do is going to change her ways, we have to let her hit rock bottom before she can climb back up." Scott says in a disappointed manner.

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Once I am in my room I pull off my tight dress, leaving me in my lacy red victoria secret thong. I roll into bed and plug my phone onto the charger that is always on my bedside table.

I do the most painful thing and turn on my alarm and I soon feel sleep take over my body.

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Only three hours later I hear my alarm beeping at me to get out of bed, at this point I'm pretty sure that I am still kinda drunk and high but I manage to pull myself of my comfortable californian style king bed and drag my feet along to the bathroom where I take off my panties and slip into the shower.

After a quick but much needed five minute shower I find myself drying off my body and coating my practically hairless body [thanks to laser hair removal] with a nice coat of warm vanilla scented moisturiser.

It's morning like this that I am thankful for my parents enrolling me in a stupid Private School that has a unifrom, other wise I would actually have to get my shit together and have an Kardashian/Jenner aproved outfit ready every fucking morning.

I put on my underwear [a lounge underwear set that includes a red thong and a lacy red bralette] and after that I slip on my navy mini skirt and my white t shirt, doing up just enough buttons so that you can still see my bra but I wouldn't get into trouble. I grab my black louboutins and put them on.

Before running out of the room I remember to grab my phone, which I thankfully charged the night before and my 'school bag' that consists of a black Hermes Birkin bag that is filled with my macbook, air pods, wallet, car keys and a few other essentials.

I run downstairs and try to 'sneak' out of the house before my mom has the opportunity to lecture me, but due to my still slightly intoxicated self I manage to trip and knock over a flower pot that was originally on a table in the middle of the foyer. "Karma! Is that you? Can you not break shit! It's only 7:30 in the morning and cameras are coming in 30 minutes, and now I have to find someone to clean up more of your messes." My Mother screams.

"Sorry mom. I tripped" I reply.

"Should you be driving?" She yells out all of her words covered in concern.

"Probably not and I'm not," I pause before saying "I'm going on my bike!" I scream before running into the parking garage and finding my bike. It isn't just a regular bike but my beautiful personalized red 2019 Harley-Davidson Iron 1200. I may have a fantastic body and great looks like the rest of my family [including my ass and tits] but my personality is quite different to my family.

Not even twenty minutes later I find myself park my bike in the school parking lot and heading inside, I quickly check my hair and light makeup in the mirrors of my bike before locking up my helmet and heading inside.

I'm honestly a pretty regular student, I try to avoid making any fake friends which is sadly awfully too common in the Private School world. A majority of the students here may have a couple things in common.

They were born into a rich family.

They are 'famous'

But one major difference is that I'm not looking to make friends, I have plenty of them only they aren't here at this cookie cutter, silicone ass private school where no one has even a drop of talent of skill in anything but bitching.

I'm not saying that I'm not like these other people, only that I have had enough real life and challenging life experiences to know the difference between working hard and having shit handed to you.

As I'm drifting off into Lalala land during my stupid compolsary extension 2 english class I hear my phone ringing. SHIT.

"Excuse me Miss Jenner you know the rules here when someone gets a phone call in class and their phone isn't in their locker or off in their bag they must answer it out loud in front of the class." The stupid teacher whos name I couldn't ever care to know yells to me.

"Okay. Fine." I say dragging my ass to the front of the classroom.