Your Last Name Chapter One
"Jaelynn wake up!!! We need to get to Coachella before everyone else." My best friend, Kayla, shakes me awake, the sun has not even risen yet.
"What? What? Okay. I'm up." I reach up and stretch, Kayla towering over me. She pulls me up over to my closet.
"You need a cute outfit... Like me!" She laughs. I roll my eyes at her early-morning spirit. "Okay, okay. How about this?" She pulls out a grey t-shirt, I wrinkle my face. "Oohhhhh when'd you get this?" She pulls out my white lace crop top tank.
"That'll do." I say. She takes off her sweatshirt revealing her floral crop top and high waisted cut off jean shorts.
"Yah know, have ya ever been to Coachella?" Kayla asks, pulling up a seat to my make up table, inside of my make up room attached to my larger room.
"No, my dad offered me tickets once, I turned them down, I was hoping he'd buy me the 2015 Jeep Wrangler..."
"Which he did!" Kayla buts in.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Hey, pass me my Jacks." I point towards the closet as I pull out my hair curler. She retrieves them. "Thanks."
"Okay, which should I wear, Converse or Burks?" She asks, sort of to herself.
"Burks!" We both laugh at the same time.
"Okay okay. It's an hour drive from here, your car right?" She asks.
"Yeah we'll drive the Wrangler. You know how my dad is 'don't touch the Benz'" I mock.
"With good reason if he's seen how you drive."
"Haha." I laugh sarcastically.
at Coachella
"Wooooooooo" the crowd cheered at James Bay concluded a song, then began another.
"Come on let it goooooo..." The music faded into the background as hands suddenly held my right arm and I look up.
"Wanna dance?" A tall, buff, brunette looks down on me.
"Uh, uh yeah sure, I guess." I blush as he wraps his arm around my waist and we sway to the music. I don't pay attention to the amounts of alcohol that rush through my veins, causing my hips to sway even more.
the next morning
"Hmmmmm...." I groan as I stretch towards the ceiling. The light white covers surround my body, my Kalvin Klein underwear hugging my butt. The sun shines through the windows as I roll over.
Oh crap crap crap I don't have white covers, or an extremely hot guy in my bed.
I jump up quickly, covering my naked torso with the sheets from the bed. Then I quickly shuffle across the room while grabbing my phone and heading to the bathroom. I notice a large diamond ring on my left ring finger. Holy shit what did I do?! I dial Kayla's number and the phone rings.
"Hello?" A sleepy Kayla asks across the phone.
"Kayla? Omg I don't know what to do. I left the party, then woke up, and there's this guy in my bed and..." I quickly rambled.
"Okay okay Jaelynn I can't understand, wait what!?" She sounds confused.
"Yeah. I'm at some guys apartment and he's in the bed with me and, I think we're married." I speak in a blur. "Oh my gosh we slept together didn't we?!!"
"Um hello? Is someone in there?" A guy, clearly British speaks through the door, knocking lightly.
"Shit, I gotta go. You got my Jeep didn't you?"
"Yeah yeah I got it. Told your parents you were staying with a friend." Kayla answered.
"Thanks, I owe ya one." I hang up on Kayla and stand up off the floor.
"Um, hello?" The British boy knocks again.
"Yeah, uh, high." I mumble.
"I got you a shirt from my closet. Can I come in?" He presses his face against the bathroom door.
"Hell no are you crazy!! I'm naked!!" I shout.
"Haha." He laughs.
"What's so funny?!" I get frustrated.
"I've seen you plenty naked."
"Oh my gosh shut up."
"No but seriously. What's your name?" He dumbly asks.
"Jaelynn, Jaelynn Fyster." I smile to myself. "Hand me the shirt." I crack the door and grab his shirt. A flannel large button up. "Thanks."
"No problem, I'm Jackson Baker. And technically your Jaelynn Baker, by the way. We are married."
"What the actual fuck. You can come in now." I finish buttoning my shirt, leaving a few unbuttoned.
"Wow."
"What?!" I ask looking down my body.
"Your actually pretty."
"Wow thanks." I roll my eyes.
"No problem." He smiles, his British accent running deep.
"Soooooo..."
"Oh yeah, you hungry?"
"Your parents won't care?"
"Ha that's funny."
"What?"
"I live alone." He smiles.
"Woah, you live here by yourself."
"Yep. Okay let's go you need food."
"Okay."
We walk down the stairs to a large apartment kitchen. Stainless steal and granite surround the walls, nice tile on the floor, kissing my cold bare feet.
Jackson grabs a skillet from the white cabinets and turns on the stove top. Then he grabs some eggs and ham with cheese from the refrigerator. He starts cooking the omelet.
"Wow, you can cook. How else do you try and reel in your wives?" I scoff.
"Believe it or not your my first wife actually. And trust me, I'm not that happy about it either." He slams the pan down.
"Okay, I don't know what the hell happened last night but I think we should divorce."
"Wow you move fast, okay no." He revolts.
"Well it's not your decision."
"Oh the hell it's not. Obviously we had something last night or none of this would've happened."
"Obviously your delusional. I'm leaving. Give me your car keys." I hold my hand out.
"Okay here. I need your phone number."
"Why?" I ask.
"Well first, I'm not letting you take my Camaro without me knowing where it is to get it back. And second, we're married, you have to talk to me." He explains.
"Fine whatever." I hand him my phone so he can type in my number.
"Okay here." He hands me my phone back.
"Thanks. I'll see you... when I see you." I smirk and walk out to the driveway.
I walk out to his 2016 Chevrolet Camaro and unlock the doors. I sit in the seat and make my way towards home, when photographers begin to line the streets. I quickly speed towards my house.
"Jackson? Jackson?!" I call his phone.
"Coming back so soon?" I feel him smirk through the phone.
"No, but I figured you should know paparazzi are lining the street."
"Oh gosh not again." He moaned. "They follow me everywhere, being a rich, famous, model and all."
"You're a model?" I ask curiously.
"Yeah I guess so. It's okay just ignore them, it'll all be good."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye." An awkward silence was left between us.
