Page 9 of Would You Rather
The door opens, and I spot Leila and Rosalie walking in, my other two best friends whom I also met freshman year. Leila’s phone is in her hand, and I already know what’s coming. “When were you going to tell me about this?” she asks, her brows lifted.
“Not you, too,” I groan.
She shakes her head. “You’re dating one of my best friends and weren’t going to tell me?”
“Best friend?” I ask. “Since when?”
“Yeah,” Rosalie adds. “Since when?” I smirk when I see Rosie narrowing her eyes at her best friend since high school.
“You know Lucas,” Leila says to Rosie. "You met him like three times.”
“Not as your best friend,” she replies, crossing her arms in a huff.
Leila chuckles. “I saidoneof my best friends. Your position is safe, don’t worry.”
“Wait.” I shake my head, trying to understand. It’s too damn early for this. “How do you know Lucas?”
“We met when I was a younger, doing commercial modeling,” she says. “How doyouknow him?”
“He’s a model?” I ask her.
“Madi.” She shakes her head. “He’s a very well-known model. He’s been on billboards, and he’s been the face of clothing brands, underwear brands, even perfumes.”
“Perfumes?” I repeat, narrowing my eyes. Bastard stole my spot in that audition, didn’t he?
“That’s not important,” she says. “Question is, why is there a picture of you two, and why are people saying you’re dating?”
“She says she only met him yesterday,” Gabi tells her. “Doesn’t even know the guy.”
“Then how did you end up in his arms?” Rosalie asks, flicking her blonde hair behind her shoulder.
“I asked her that,” Gabi says. “Still hasn’t given me a response.” They all turn to me, seeking for answers I can’t give them. I still don’t quite understand what the hell happened yesterday and why it’s all over the internet.
“Medium brew, two pumps of vanilla.”
My head snaps to the left, seeing my drink on the counter. “Oh, thank God.” I grab the drink and quickly pay. My eyes close when I take a sip, and my shoulders slump, feeling the caffeine travel down my veins. I might be a little addicted, but hey, at least it’s legal. When I look up, all three of the girls are staring back at me, waiting for an answer.
I let out a sigh and head to the nearest table, taking a seat. “It’s a long story,” I tell them, waiting for them to sit. I take a sip of my coffee and blow out a breath before I continue. “The elevator broke down yesterday because of the blackout.”
“Fuck,” Leila says, her lime green eyes softening. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “I’m fine, I was just…” I shake my head, not wanting to relive it, or anything else for that matter.
“Why didn’t you tell me this yesterday?” Gabi asks, with a frown on her face.
I shrug. “I just didn’t want to talk about it. It all happened so fast. One minute, it was dark. The next, he was picking me up, and people were taking pictures.”
“The paparazzi go crazy over Lucas,” Leila says, shaking her head. “I’m lucky people don’t care about me as much.” She lets out a laugh. “It’s insane with him, especially when he was still living in New York.”
Leila’s been modeling since she was a child, doing small commercial shoots before she bloomed out into plus-size modeling once she graduated. She manages to attend college aswell as do some jobs here and there, but something tells me the same can’t be said for Lucas. I only had a small dose of what it could be like for him yesterday.
“And now he’s not?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “He moved back to be close to his family. I’m actually surprised that you don’t know who he is.”
I groan. “I’d rather keep it that way,” I say, taking a sip of my coffee. “He was an ass.”
“What?” Leila asks with a laugh. “Lucas is one of the kindest people I’ve met.”
