Something Real...Something Fake #Wattys2016

Something Real...Something Fake #Wattys2016

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Something Real Something Fake Summer in Cali sounds fun right... For most people, spending time in the city of angels was fun; after all we get the chance to rub shoulders with celebrities. But that's not my case. In my short lifetime, no kidding, I'm just 22, I've been here numerous time. But of course there's always a first time for everything, because this time round, I'm not here to spend the time lazing around, getting tanned on the beaches, or even touring the shopping malls and spending like there's no tomorrow. This time, I'm here to prove a point, much better said, to win a bet. What kind of bet? That's for me to know, and you to find out. Everything seems almost smooth in life, until that afternoon in the café, where I work as a waitress with the mouth of a sailor and bump into that guy who manages to get on my nerves with his swoon-billion dollar worthy body. But who was that Jerk? The one who everyone seemed to worship the ground he walked on, whom it seemed like the paparazzi love to stalk as much as a mother would stalk her child and keep track of almost all his moves. His body screams the word PLAYER loud and clear and keeps on smirking as if the earth would stop rotating around the sun if he didn't. I'm currently known as Lexa Dunhill ,this is my life with something real and something fake and that's all, I can say for now and this is the story of my summer. A/N: This story is MY COPYRIGHT and no copyright infringement will be tolerated. This is entirely a fictional work and an entirely my imagination.Also, i'm doing my very best to edit the story properly before publishing. critics from readers would be very much appreciated . A big thank you to my sisters, who helped improving the story with their ideas and to my best friend, I love you <3 ,who pushed me to write and stop being the lazy ass that i am. Have a nice reading and don't judge the story by its summary, as I suck at summary writing and enjoy the roller-coaster life of Lexa.
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