Friday: It's Yasmin's birthday! She's holding the craziest, and wild party she can possibly manage. It will start at 10 o'clock, and end at whatever time everyone is passed out. It's going to be held at one of the most expensive night-clubs in Connecticut. The attendents will be all the students at Easton, and all Yas' model friends ;) Bring presents, or Yasmin won't be happy.
"IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, BI*CHES!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, bursting into our bedroom. Noora, Bijou, and Ara stood there with presents, and champagne, smiles darting on their lips.
"Of course we know, wh*re!" Noora winked, popping open the champagne, with a laugh.
"I love you girls!" I squealed like a little girl, eyeing a big Givenchy bag sitting on my bed. Noora handed me a glass, then everyone else. We all took a sip, and sat down on my bed, sitting around the presents like a bon fire. A fashion bon fire, that is.
"Open mine first!" Bijou giggled, shoving a Miu Miu bag at me. I laughed, gladly accepting the bag, while we put our champagne on my desk table.
"Bijou, if this is the pair of shoes you know I've been staring at in Vogue, I swear..." I threw the wrapping paper across my shoulder, and took out the shoes I wanted.
"AH, BIJOU, I FU*KING LOVE YOU." I jumped on her, giving her a huge hug. She laughed giddily back, full of smiles.
After I sat back up, I stared at that Givenchy. I've been wanting a Givenchy jacket forever, but the one I want only sell's in god damn Paris. And all the girls knew it.
"Who got me the Givenchy?" I said curiously, knowing it would be Noora.
"Me." Arabella smiled shyly, picking up the bag.
"ARA, THANK YOU." I said, grabbing the bag from her.
Fashion makes me go a bit... crazy.
"GIRLS! AND RANDALL!" I kissed my friends from modeling on the cheeks, and then hugged them.
"Yasmin, love!" They smiled, handing me perfectly wrapped Chanel bags, except Randall gave me a simple letter.
"I've missed you all! It's been forever." I exaggerated, looking at each of them. There was Amber, Bridget, Jasmine, and of course, Randall. We used to date before, since he is hot as motherfu*king hell, but I got over him. Now I'm into two guys at once, what a nightmare.
Randall came up to me, a smirk on his lips. "Did anyone tell you that you look beautiful?" He purred, putting his hands on my waist.
"Sorry, you're too late. I have 30 guys following me everywhere, telling me I'm beautiful." I lied, raising my brows.
"Well, why am I not surprised?" He asked, kissing me on my neck.
"Sorry, but I'm not interested." I said, my eyes landing on Ben and Jon who were staring at me. Ben waved me over, glancing at Randall. I pushed his arms away from me, and walked towards them.
"Hey boys." I smiled, my heart thumping in my chest like a rabbit.
"Yas, can we talk?" Ben asked nervously.
"Um, yeah." I said, biting my bottom lip.
"I'm sorry Yas. About everything. I never thought losing you would hurt this much. I love you, Yas, and only you." He spilled, taking my hands and holding them. Once Jon saw us holding hands, he flciked his eyes at me, full of envy.
"It's okay Ben." I said, stifling a smile. He breathed a sigh.
"We don't have to take things fast, you know?" He smiled, and gave me a hug. I looked over his shoulder, and met Jon's eyes. He looked hurt.
What am I going to do?
I chugged down about five... six glasses of champagne and vodka, trying to forget about Ben and Jon. Everyone looked like they were having fun, except me. I was so confused, about everything. And drunk.
I pushed myself out the back door of the club, into a small ally. So sketchy, but I didn't give a sh*t.
I saw a /really/ hot guy sitting outside, a beer in his hands, looking up at the sky. I made my way over to him, wanting to talk to anyone.
"What are you looking at?" I asked, looking up. He looked startled, and then smiled.
"The stars are beautiful tonight." He didn't look fazed that he was standing next to me. All the other guys would've tried to hit on me, or ran away or something.
"They do. Perfect for my birthday." I smiled, looking up at the beautiful sky.
"Happy birthday Yasmin." He smiled.
"Thanks! How come you know my name, but I don't know yours?" I laughed drunkenly.
"I'm Cooper. Part of the Drecks, that's probably why you don't know me."
"Ohh, yeah you're right." I giggled. He chuckled nicely back.
"You're really hot for Dreck." I outright said.
"Um, thanks?" He laughed.