Your Pov
"What should I caption it Scoot?" I asked the man as we exited down the jet stairs, back into the LA heat.
"Don't ask me, I'm not the lyricist here." He shrugged as we made it to our cars that were parked next to each other.
"You're no help bro." I leaned onto my hood, scrolling through the pictures from the shoot. "Imma say something simple.." I held out hoping he would give some input.
I truly loved instagram, but it was always a damn hassle coming up with a good caption.
"I mean whatever you say will be fine, just don't forget to post it." He said while getting into his car.
"Now how the hell would I forget to post- Never mind man." I stopped myself. That's the type of bullshit parents be on. Like they'll tell you to wash the dishes... while your washing the dishes. That shit always pissed me off. "I'll see you soon man." I walked over to my driver side as he pulled off and out of the hanger.
Sitting behind the wheel, I decided that I was just going to caption it 'Christian Dior, Dior'; all credit to Pop Smoke.
Before I could press the post button my phone suddenly rang, seeing that it was Jordyn, I picked up hesitantly, she never called me.
"Hello?" I questioned hearing a sniffle through the phone. "Jordyn..."
"Oh shit sorry, are you back in LA yet?" She tried to silence her sniffles.
"Yea... you good tho?" I asked confused as hell with why she called me crying.
"Can you come pick me up, I'll send my location." She hung up immediately after that. Leaving me even more confused when her location said she was at Tristans' house.
Starting up my car, I drove to the Tristan's in half of the time it would normally take, bu tI had way to many questions in my head to take my time.
Pulling up to the mansion in the heart of LA, I saw Jordyn sitting on the porch stairs with her head in her hands. Rolling down my passenger side window, I called her name making her quickly shoot up and jog to my car.
"Yo what is going on?" I asked as she buckled up and I started the drive to Kylie's house.
"I don't even wanna talk about it." She started to cry once again.
"Nah, this shit kinda sketchy and now I'm involved so.. why are you at Tristian's," I looked at the clock. "At eleven in the morning." I looked over at the girl once I stopped at a stop sign.
"He had a party last night," I nodded then focused back on the road as it was my turn to move. "And he was being touch feely," She cried even harder. "But I ignored it since we had both been drinking. I thought it was just friendly," She sniffled once again, making me internally roll my eyes. I was to tired to be dealing with all this right now.
"But.. He kissed me." My face immediately dropped.
"What-? Tristian kissed you?" I yelled gripping the steering wheel harder as I merged onto the highway.
"Yes." Her voice trembled.
"Tristain as in Khloe's boyfriend," I looked over at her briefly seeing her wipe her tears before she nodded yes. "That's unfucking believable." I shook my head in disbelief focusing back on the road.
"Who was there with you?" I asked one of the many questions that I had in my head.
"I don't even know," She whined. "It was mostly his friends and a few randoms."
