Alarms were never my favorite sound in the world especially when they continuously go off after a late night. I was exhausted and hearing the sound of beeping was enough to annoy anyone this early.
I was up until two o'clock hanging out with West last night, so hearing that beeping wasn't exactly my favorite thing to hear three hours later. Therefore, this morning was starting off like hell already.
West knocked a few times, entering my room with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Ah, rise and shine." He looked all sweaty, probably from his morning jog.
I pouted. "Where's mine?"
He chuckled, ruffling my already bedridden hair. "In a container waiting to be made."
In response, I threw a pillow at him and started getting my stuff together for school. "What are you doing up so early anyway?"
"I have to make that stop and check on my mom's friend and get whatever she wanted to give me and then I have to catch my flight," he said.
I don't get why his mom's friend couldn't just mail whatever it is she's giving him, but since he got a nice visit here, I'd have to say I didn't really mind.
"I wish you could stay longer," I said sadly as I tried to brush out all the knots in my hair. He walked over and gave me a side hug, and I pretended to gag, pushing him away.
"Okay, you smell like sweat. You can go now," I said, plugging my nose and shooing him away.
He only chuckled. "That's what happens when you go jogging on a hot day."
I couldn't help the snort that came from me. "It's always a hot day in Long Beach," I said before walking into my closet and grabbing a pair of leggings and a long t-shirt to cover my butt.
When I walked out, my cousin moved to just sitting back on my bed with his phone in his hand.
I raised an eyebrow. "Do you mind?"
"Nah, not at all. Continue with your little morning routine."
I rolled my eyes, but still did exactly that, taking a shower, I quickly washed my body and hair before getting out. I knew I'd have more time to enjoy the hot water later after my jog.
I brushed out my wet hair and then blow dried it. Once it was completely dry, I got dressed and then headed out to my vanity, doing my usual braids and then the bun before putting on the wig cap and the wig.
I moved onto the nose part and easily put it on before I added my glasses just as my phone rang loudly throughout the room.
"Hello?" West said into the device, since it just so happened to be right next to him. I attempted to grab it out of his hands, but once he stood up, it was nearly impossible, even for me, being 5'10.
He pulled the phone away from his ear and covered it with his phone. "Clove, Tori said that the key's not in the rock. Therefore, you have five seconds to open the door before she beats your ass."
you
that he'd be down
I was driving today?" I asked curiously
I thought about that, but I didn't want to be without a ride if you
said, throwing a pillow
I'm only kidding. I just have my own shoot today
When I walked downstairs, I was surprised to see my parents sitting at the
West looked over at
a crazy person
cheeks. "How have you been? I called Mary; she said you've been late recently to your photo shoots." Her smile turned into a look of
it sound like it's a constant thing. It happened
worry about. It happened once and it won't happen again," I said.
showing off her expensive Apple watch. "Well, as always, I was only stopping in to see how everything was going and to grab more clothes. Oh, and it was a pleasure seeing
watched as she picked up her purse and her suitcase before heading out the front door with a small
I grabbed an
to speak so I only
to see what it's like to not live up to your parents’ expectations then my parents were the ones to have. My mom constantly traveled around the world to her many boutiques. She sold the best clothes, clothes everyone wanted. Clothes I've even seen people at school wearing. She was like the new Michael Kors or the new Coach. You just had to have her clothes. Now, my dad was a different story. He's a surgeon, so he didn't come home often. He was always doing surgery or he was always at the hospital doing paperwork. At
has to come home for clothes eventually. That
daughter who did something as stupid as modeling. He wanted a daughter who was working hard in school, getting perfect grades, going to a school like Harvard or Yale. He wanted
A daughter who wasn't me.
"Clove," Tori mumbled softly, pulling me into a
fallen and pulled away from Tori. "I'm okay, don't worry about it," I said, slathering
live with us. My mom would love to feel like she has a daughter," West said, trying to make light of
I chuckled, "No offense, West, but your mom
I'd say so," he said, and I grinned. West and his mom were the ones who actually made me feel like I was a part of a
to make it to school on time.
head up and down. "Definitely." He gave me a hug and stole the apple from my hand, taking a huge bite out of it. "Bye, thanks for this," he said with his mouth full, making me scrunch up my
sending him a wave as we headed out to the car. We
in detention at the same time as you? You're so lucky,
raised an eyebrow. "He was completely drunk."
What was so great about sitting in the same room
paid attention to you the whole time. That's a rare thing for him. He usually talks to the girls who will put it out just by him breathing as he walks past," Tori
laugh. She
at me with a glare and smack my
the school's player," I said, pretending to look up at the sky.
she said, shaking her head in amusement
to the front of the school. No one bothered to glance in our
was at. "He may be incredibly hot, but you're not allowed to even be interest in him. That guy will break your heart quicker than you can
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