Childhood Bestfriends with Hollywood's Golden Boy

Childhood Bestfriends with Hollywoood's GoldenBoyPart32

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Chapter 32

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“ YOU LITTLE SLUT!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND?!” a familiar voice rang out , a voice I had heard countless times.

A voice that was almost as famous as Ari’s.

I felt dread fill me.

Oh my god… it couldn’t be her, right?

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I kept my eyes closed for a second longer after I’d wiped the wine off my eyes, so it was no longer running down my face and dripping off my nose.

I felt slightly nauseous.

My face felt boiling, making the cool wine seem freezing, and the room was oppressively silent. The kind where you can feel everyone is watching you. 

Ari whispered a few very colourful swear words under his breath as I felt him gently move me slightly behind him. Like he was trying to shield me.

“ Don’t call Ella a slut. And you know I am not your boyfriend” he said quietly but his voice sounded so sharp it could cut through skin.

 “ Fuck! You’re a psychopath! God, I told you she was psycho, Fox.” I heard Chases angry voice from somewhere behind me.

From my side I felt a small hand on my shoulder, which must have been Rachel’s and what felt like some sort of towel being placed in my hand “ Here, are you ok?” she whispered.

I couldn’t speak, my mouth felt dry. So instead I silently wiped my face with the towel, managing to get the wine off my face, wiping it across my neck as I felt that Rachel’s small hand had taken the other side of the towel and was drying my arms.

“ Shut up Chase! And I think I’m allowed to call the whore making out with my boyfriend whatever I like!” a shrill voice shouted, and I realised exactly where I knew that voice.

My stomach dropped to my knees and I felt tentacles of fear slither inside me.

Seriously….

“ How dare you call Ella a whore? She’s done nothing wrong- we’ve done nothing wrong! I’m not your boyfriend, we were never really together!” I hear Ari say angrily, sounding exasperated.

I took a deep breath, lifting my face from the towel to see Ari was standing slightly in front of me, the whole room was silent except for the muted sounds of the tv in the background and I vaguely realised that a lot of people had slipped out of the room to give up privacy, but all I could focus on was her, standing in front of me looking like a vengeful angel.

Taylor Cutter was wearing a white bandage body con dress and a light denim jacket, her hair was styled in perfect ringlets and her beautiful face was contorted into a barely controlled rage. Oddly the blood red of her Alice band seemed to stand out vividly to me as I stood there shocked.