Coming out here was already scary enough.
And somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, I managed to secure a new enemy, collect prospective friends, and step straight into boy drama like it was on my to-do list.
The worst part?
Doing this move without Layla.
Layla is my best friend—my built-in sister, my twin flame, my ride-or-die with receipts. We did everything together: cheer, dating, learning how to drive, getting our licenses, parties, sleepovers that turned into weeks. Layla practically lived with us.
She'll be here for the summer, thank God, but starting senior year without her right beside me? That's not how I pictured my final lap.
I pictured us.
Not me... alone in California, surrounded by rich kids with perfect smiles and hidden agendas.
The countdown to my birthday officially starts today.
My event planner—my godmother, Rachelle—touches down this afternoon, and even though my birthday is three weeks away, I need her on the ground now. Venue. Theme. Guest list. Security. All of it.
Aunt Rachelle is Mrs. Get It Done. The kind of woman who can make one call and have a rooftop shut down by sunset. She does events for high-profile clientele, and she does not play.
My sweet sixteen was basically a mini-awards show. Chris Brown, Teyana Taylor, Justin Combs—that level.
And speaking of Justin... I already know what I'm about to tell Aunt Rachelle.
Invite him.
And invite his fine brother Christian, too.
Because if I'm going to be forced into a new city, I might as well do it properly:
Move to California. Throw the hottest party of the summer. Get flown out to Milan. Heal from heartbreak in designer heels.
That's the strategy.
The problem is: my calendar is already disrespectful.
Today's schedule:
Brunch at noon with Mom, Aunt Rachelle, and Mrs. Sasha Mason
Venue scouting at 3
Bowling at 6 with the gang
Yes, I said the gang.
Somehow, Cairo and Paisley already pulled me into their group chat, and my phone has been buzzing like it pays rent. They talk all day long like nobody has responsibilities.
Paisley's just happy to be off tour and back around real friends and her boyfriend.
Cairo's the only one up early, working out like the world is watching.
And Dion?
Dion only replies when I do.
Which is... noticeable.
And slightly embarrassing.
Pressed much?
Like, sir, relax. Learn how to play it cool. We're not doing the "obvious crush" thing in front of the whole group. We're not giving people content.
But still... I can't lie. It's kinda cute.
So I decided to get ready early. If we're doing brunch with the ladies, I need to look like I belong in the room.
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Young Love
Teen FictionBeing the child of celebrities has its perks but we still have the same drama as normal people just in the spotlight for the world to see.
