(Well I got a lot of reads but no reviews so I'm guessing that's a good thing, so here it is chapter 2 of Torn)
Chapter 2
(Dwayne's P.O.V)
Where the hell is she? Its 2:07 and I've been sitting here for 45 minutes. This was a thought that I kept to himself only because Jon Chu and Brian Goldner, the director and producer of G.I. Joe were sitting in front of me. Well we did have a huge fight last night, but that's still no reason to run off all night and not hear from her at all. Then the Café door swung open and there she was, in the same clothes she left in last night, but hell no one knows that but me and her. I was just grateful she was there.
(Layla's P.O.V)
I found my other shoe under the bed and swiftly slipped it on. I was still in the same clothes from last night, but who cares I smell good (thanks to my Victoria Secret perfume I keep in my purse), and he better be glad I'm even showing up. I glanced at the clock again 2:17.Wow ten minutes that's a new record. Considering all of the other late morning dressing times had been at least twenty. I grabbed my keys, purse, and phone, pecked John on the cheek (who had seemed to dress himself as fast as I had) and bolted out of the door. I took the elevator to the lobby and as soon as I got to the front door of the hotel just my luck I ran into my friend A.J. On screen she was a crazy chick but off she was a sweetheart."Hey Lay, why are you here?" she said innocently." Umm….just visiting a friend uh I got to go see ya later kay!" I ran out the door happy that she didn't seem to realize that John was the only superstar off the roster that was still in his hotel room at this time of day. I got in my car, a grey Maserati (complements of Dwayne for my birthday) and sped off towards the café that I was pretty sure Dwayne would be at. I got to a red light and started thinking. None of my friends knew I was sleeping more or less in love with John. It was eating me up inside but I could take it I didn't want to hurt Rocky because I cared for him but at the same time I loved John more. I went back and forth between glaring at the rock on my finger and the road, until I pulled into the parking lot for the café. I put on my Dolche and Gabbana sun glasses, swung the café door open, and plastered a huge fake smile on my face. Dwayne was in for a hell of a night and I think he knows it.
(What do you think? Will somebody tell me how I'm doing and review? Next chapter coming up soon)
