Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN L WORD . NOR THEIR CHARACTERS! (wish i did though)
Chapter 1: Newcomer.
The 'L' word was a thing that was always hard for me, what? No not that 'l' word what did you think I was talking about? The 'L' in my vocabulary is LOVE, a thing that is hard to come by for me. Nor is it hard for people to fall in love with me, they fall in love too easily. Relationships are a hassle and a waste of time, that's why many that fall in love me learn the hard way. It ruins friendships, potential friendships, and the fact that I broke her heart. Yes her, I did say 'her', for the fact that I am lesbian and I'm proud of it I love woman I would shout it from the rooftops if I could.
And woman who are bi or lesbian love me, I know its hard to understand and I in no means am trying to sound cocky. But that's how I grew up when I hit puberty, after I had my first period then it was when it finally kicked in, that I love women. My mother used to say it was my charisma or my looks when I always had females over, she never disapproved of me. Not that she could, she was hardly home since she was part of a fashion company. I think that's why I started to indulge myself in women, it was my outlet I suppose but it soon became my drug before I even hit high school.
In my short 25 years of life, I have had sex with approximately 800 women in the entire world. From California where I reside to the farthest region of Japan. I know I would be counted as a whore, slut, and a prostitute even, but like I said I don't care. If they want me and I want them I get what I want I don't do anything half way, I'm just not that type of girl. So one-night stands or me leaving in the morning has never came a surprise to all of my 'conquest' word has gotten out about me either through mail, text, or gossip.
I think that the fact I'm back in West Hollywood for personal reasons is why my life is chaotic right now, you see I m being chased by at least oh five girls. How am I thinking all of this while running truthfully for my life, I don't know you tell me? But all good runs come to an end I suppose, that's how and why I met this group and are still with them.
My name is Riley Zimbo, and this is my story on how everything got flipped upside down.
"SHIT!" A yelped vibrated throughout the air as two bodies crashed into each other harshly sending both victims into the ground. Well one person was sent to the hot cement and the other was caught by one of her friends who looked startled and surprise.
"Fuck, watch where you're going." The victim grunted as she stood up fully shaking her head to clear it out of her dizziness. She had half a mind to punch the bitch that basically rammed into her anyway but when she heard the screams she froze.
"Damnit" The other person grunted as she too heard the screams, the crowd had increased by ten and they all were determined to get their prize. "Fuck!" She yelped as she then without even acknowledging the stunned group and bystanders she took off down the street.
Jenny watched the crowd of screaming girls follow the strange boy who in turn was at least a good distance from the girls. But if she knew girls, oh she knew them then they would have no problem on catching the panicked boy. Shane sighed as she rubbed her head, she could already feel a headache coming after all this.
"Did anyone see what that punk looked like?" Shane growled with every intention on finding the little cocksucker and giving him a punch right where it needed to be. Alice who was blushing slightly staring wide eyed at the same spot they last saw the boy. Shane noticed and snapped her fingers in front of Alice who in turn blinked rapidly. "Alice?" Shane questioned having a feeling Alice either knew the boy, seen him before, or even worse slept with him.
Alice turned to see all of her friends staring at her expectantly, she flinched lightly but after a few seconds she responds. "Um, yes I know him. My mother and His mother used to be good friends, we used to be friends until middle school." Alice informed the group her brow furrowing as she thought one thing. Why come back after all these years?
Bette looked at Shane who was now looking very mischievous yet very pissed off which when combined was never good. "Shane, don't." Bette muttered loudly almost sternly as the others looked at Shane and back to her.
"What?" Shane adopted a cute confused face as she looked at Bette until she looked at Alice and saw the opportunity. "Alice, want to do me a huge favor?" Shane ignored the glare Bette trained on her and the confused looks of her friends.
Alice tilted her head and sighed confusedly even though she had a small feeling on what Shane was asking of her.
My mother hated it when I was late, god forbids the fact that I was late a mere five minutes and she gets all demonic on me. I sighed as I listened to her rant as the hair dresser worked on my almost shoulder length black hair, and the others worked on my makeup. I was yet again called in for a modeling gig where mom hoodwinked me into it.
My mother the mascot or head chief you could say for Top Line fashion agency was a beautiful and young looking woman for pushing 49. I got her blue eyes, the athletic and skinny figure, the high cheekbones the flawless skin, and the talent. But that's where it stopped with me and her. I looked like him from there on out. I was tall about 5'8 pushing a 5'9 and the chest area was a problem to most woman here, I had none well I had some but not noticeable. That's why they so easily get me to either pose as a guy or a girl life was cruel but if it made mother happy i would do anything.
"Mother you're lucky they didn't injure me I barely made it intact to get here." I rolled my eyes as my mother scoff before she answered my response.
"I know darling but time is crucial, you know how Alfonzo is with you he wants the best and hell take all day if he wants to." She replied softly as she smoothed out the slight wrinkles in my t- shirt, she smiled at me before drawing back. "Good work, ladies and Antonio." Antonio snapped his fingers as he always did and accepted her approval.
"No problem sugar, the best for the best right babe." Antonio whispered the last part lovingly as he patted my head like i was a child. Antonio is a gay European, blonde haired , blue eyed and a body ladies died for. Too bad he was happily taken with Alfonzo who was a Italian with black hair and deep brown hairs and a bronze skin that made many melt.
"Hmm-hmm sure thing sweetie." Mother agreed as she led me to the set and gave me a minor adjustment before announcing our arrival. I could see a model, a woman standing besides Alfonzo in all her glory. She was obviously checking herself in the mirror primping before the pictures.
"Cassandra how lovely to see you again." Mom greeted the blonde sweetly as they both air hugged and air kissed. I rolled my eyes before walking fully onto the set. Alfonzo looked at me and gave me thumbs up as he soon began clicking; taking photos as I instinctively followed his movements. I ignored the banter between mom and my soon to be partner in this photo shoot as I posed finally for the last time by myself.
Cassandra Bolt, age 26 almost an old hag in the model agency but it doesn't stop her momentarily. She was one of my one night stands, and an old friend. But after that one night she thought the worst, that we were together. And I had the lovely right to leave the next morning with a casual good by e and never see each other again. But it didn't stop from there, no she text me, called me, and sent mail to me anything that I could think of to just get in contact with me. But never did I reply to her, she was clingy, temperamental, dramatic, and self centered.
"Riles, I'm glad to be modeling with you." That little bitch had the nerve to act all innocent with me and in front of two people who knew exactly what happened. I sighed and nodded silently, I just wanted this day to end quickly.
And turns out god really does hate me, like he really is out to get me I swear. After the photo shoot, Cassandra hoodwinked my mother to have me go out with her and a couple of friends to get drinks, my mother just smiled and nodded in approval. And that's why i am currently in a hummer with five scantily, not that I minded clad girls who giggled and twirled their hair.
Cassandra sat up front like a queen, winking at me every time we stopped at a stop light and trying to touch my leg. And it was currently beginning to piss me off, I wanted to just slap the bitch but mother's rules if she's a model don't hit her in the face. Sadly she's a model and I really couldn't hit her anywhere that people could see."Oh Riley, right here there it is!" Alex another blonde who kept on flirting with me gave me a very nice view of her cleavage as she leaned forward and pointed to a very busy night club. I smirked and nodded, appreciating the way the distraction.
Parking across the street and locking the hummer, they all linked arms and begin their way to the club, only Cassandra and Alex decided to grace me with their wonderful presence each latched onto my arm.
As we entered the club, I saw someone I didn't expect to see. The one that knew me from middle school the one that I experienced my entire first with.
Alice Pieszecki.