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So, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, I had some family and school problems come up, but nevertheless, I'm backkk! And overly excited to post this chapter and hear what you all have to say, so let's get on with another chapter of Aria's Life in LA-

Oh, and I have a new cast member...

Ashley Benson as Alice!

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"Oh, you've done a lot of damage, Missy. Time for payback." His eyes had this weird look of evil in them and the way he was smirking at me right now was dripping with pure viciousness. I freeze in the middle of launching at him as he drops down the cushion from his hand and it falls down on the floor. For some odd reason, my vision was blurry around the corners but crystal clear when I looked at him. What the hell was happening?

"You know that I hate when someone messes up my hair," He took slow steps towards me and I find myself gulping. Strong, Aria. You need to keep a strong resolve over here. But he just kept walking closer and I didn't know how long I could keep up my posture.

He was only inches away when I drop the cushion from my hand as well.

"But," He says, and suddenly I feel his hands on my hips. "I won't mind if..."

Now, out of nowhere, my back collides with the wall as he traps me between him and it.

"If you did it while-" He doesn't complete his sentence as his gaze drops down to my lips. My breath hitches at my throat as I spot the twinkle in his eyes. Oh God, oh God, oh God, what was happening? Where am I?

Even though I'm panicking like a maniac inside, I'm actually, as strange at it is, very calm on the outside.

"While what?" My voice comes out very low, almost a as a loud whisper. He looks down at me with such an intensity in his eyes that I feel my knees go weak. He doesn't respond, he leans in, tilts his head to the right position and claims my lips.

I gasp as his lips move feverishly against mine, and I find myself doing the same for some reason.

We're kissing, gosh, we're kissing! No, scratch that, we're down right making out!

That crazy voice inside my head soon fades out as I feel him press harder. The kiss is getting more and more urgent and I can't do anything about it. Not when he was...

"For fucks sake Aria, wake up!" A rather squeaky noise interrupts me. I slowly manage to open up my heavy eyes to have them come in contact with Zoey's. Rubbing them, I sit up and see that I had somehow crashed on the living room couch. The coffee cup from last night still half full rested on the table beside the couch.

"Wha- what happened?" I asked, yawning.

"Mom already left for work and you only have twenty minutes left before the bus comes. Now get the fuck up, its too early for me to handle your shit right now." Zoey nearly shouted as she proceeded on grabbing her purse and car keys.

I looked at her and made a disgusted face.

"Ugh, did pink panther throw up on you or something?"

She rolled her eyes and opened the front door. "At least I don't look like the human form of a nightmare." She remarked and slammed the door behind her.

Nightmare.

Oh God. What had I just dreamt? It seemed to be blurry already but I clearly remember seeing an evil smirk of Dylan Sprouse and kissing-a lot of kissing.

The reminder and flashback immediately made my cheeks burn and I suddenly can't move at all.

Why on earth would I fucking dream that? Now I feel like a creep. I don't even know the guy that well and our relationship wasn't even real. I shouldn't be having such thoughts, and if Dylan found out...oh God no.

No, no, no, the voice inside my head shouted as I stood up and made my way upstairs to my room. He cannot find out about this. Just no.

Right as I stepped in, I saw the boutique bag perched on top of my nicely made bed. Just looking at it shot a dagger into my heart. It was just a constant reminder that I had to force myself into that bathing suit-like dress to please my fake boyfriend and to make all those hoes jealous.

OK, I seriously can't believe that my life was headed into such a direction.

From living a careless life in the Big Apple with my friends to burning in the LA sun while wearing slutty dresses to make stuck up girls jealous was quite a drastic change. Way to go, you fate up there.

I shook myself out of all these negative thoughts and took a quick shower. When I was out, I struggled to find a good outfit to wear and by the time I was done, I missed the bus.

I had just locked the front door when I saw the bus drive away without me yet again.

I was contemplating on whether to walk or just not go at all when my phone vibrated followed by a beep.

I rolled my eyes as I saw that it was a text message from Satan himself.

I'll be there in about five minutes.

I had completely forgotten about our deal to ride together to make our relationship seem more realistic but honestly, it was just starting to get to me now. The most annoying thing being the unwanted thoughts and dreams I was having.

During my shower, when my eyes were closed, the thought of his hands roaming around my waist had flashed into my mind and I had nearly slipped and died right there in the shower like it happened with the guy in Final Destination. I mean, I am in no position to face Dylan right now, not after all this.

Just the thought of being too physically close to him sent chills down my spine. And with all the fake relationship act that we have to do, I knew that I was totally screwed.

Maybe I can fake being sick and just stay home and go on a Walking Dead marathon with the tub of chocolate ice-cream we have in the freezer downstairs in the basement...

That sounds perfect!

I had just turned around and was about to unlock the door with my keys when I heard a honk. Immediately, my shoulders slumped and I nearly dropped my bag on the ground.

"Turn around, sweetheart. You're headed in the wrong direction." He called from behind me.

Shit man, that morning voice. That fucking morning voice again.

I was doing it again. I needed someone to seriously smack me on the face hard right now. Where's Zoey when you need her?

Sighing, I turned around to his smirk.

"I am planning on faking sick and taking a day off to watch a Walking Dead marathon so leave!" I shouted back and turned back around to insert the key in the keyhole.

"Oh, you can't do that. Not when the whole school is talking about the weekend and the party. We need to get out there man, so get your ass in. We don't have much time." He replied with this strange look in his eyes. Wow, he really seemed determined about this stupid party shit.

"But the Walking Dead-" I whined, but the glare he shot towards me was enough to shut my mouth as I dropped my head and scurried into the car without a second word.

I seriously need to regain my boundaries, I can't let myself be pushed around by a guy anymore. Especially not a guy that I keep having those kind of thoughts of.

Gosh, I need to stop thinking about that before I end up blushing in front of him!


The school morning was normal.

And by normal, I meant that we had gotten killer glares from Kenna, Zoey and the rest of their pink panthers, Eric seemed very attached to me during World History, and that Dylan nearly, nearly, like seriously, I'm trying to stress the word here, nearly kissed me on the lips when he reached over towards my cheek during our little act in front of a bunch of fuming, hormonal girls.

The whole situation was very odd actually. Instead of making it awkward, he just flashed his smile at me with, "We ought to be more careful before getting carried away, babe."

With that, he just winked, smirked at the girls, and went off to his class, leaving me standing near the lockers as a frozen statue.

Not only that, but during Creative Writing class, the one I shared with Bree, Bree actually looked at me and gave sly smile and a wave.

I kept guessing that maybe she had realized just how stupid she was acting before and probably feeling sorry for it. But, whatever. I guess I'll forgive her. Why should I hold a grudge against her for something that might be, on a very tiny scale, understandable if you were in her place.

Eric, on the other hand, made sure to keep reminding me of his birthday party up until it felt as if someone had literally clawed it into the wrinkly surface of my brain. He kept turning back to look at me and whenever I would catch him, he would just smile and turn back towards the front. Not only that, but when we were asked to choose partners for our history project, Eric literally pushed away a guy in his way only so he could ask me to be his partner before anyone else could. Me, being the nicey nice that I am, couldn't get the word 'NO' out in time before Eric had made himself comfortable on the seat next to mine and even went ahead and wrote down our names together on the poster paper.

Saying that I was being crept out because of him would be an understatement.

When lunch came around, I didn't wait for Dylan and went ahead and sat down with some of my friends. Strangely enough, I didn't see him enter the cafeteria either.

"OMG, Aria." This girl from my English class, Emily, had exclaimed. "You and Dylan look totally perff!"

I just replied to her with an awkward smile and turned to Alice for help. Next to Bree, Alice was the closest friend I had made when I moved here. She related a lot with me, even with our love for wearing darker colors. We weren't emo, no, but we definitely weren't glittery and glossy like Kenna and her barbie dolls.

Which reminds me of the paper I found earlier in my locker. In big letters, and also in pink ink, it read:

You better watch your back. -XO Kenna

I swear, I hadn't laughed as much as I did upon reading that piece of shit since I moved states. It was honestly so immature and totally pathetic of her that I couldn't help but burst out in the middle of the hallway.

I wanted to show Dylan the letter because I knew he would've laughed his ass off too but I didn't see him at all that afternoon. It was strange because I thought he was planning on creating a scene today but at the same time, I was also very thankful. I still hadn't fully gotten used to all the attention that our fake relationship had caused.

But since Dylan wasn't around anywhere, I ended up looking around for him so much at the end of the day (since he was my ride) that I missed the school bus. I was beyond annoyed at that point. That bus never waited for me and I didn't know where that fuckhead had suddenly disappeared to.

It was extremely cold outside and walking definitely did not seem like the best option, not when I was wearing only my thin leather jacket.

And I couldn't believe that I had underestimated fate's cruelty because the next thing I knew, Eric had suddenly appeared behind me and had started on insisting on giving me a ride. This time, I did say no, using the excuse that I could wait for my mom, but he didn't buy it and somehow I ended up in his car.

Walking seemed like the best option now, but, it was too late.

I was thankful during the whole ride at how talkative that guy was. The last thing I wanted was utter silence and awkwardness in a car alone with him.

He told me almost everything, from his failed attempts at fooling Mr. Green to how proud he was to be on the wrestling team. I may be over thinking it, but I could swear that he was trying his best to impress me. Ugh, boys. They're all the same.

When he finally turned into my drive way, I gave him a genuine smile with a thank you and was about to step out when I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned around to look at him, but instead of saying something, all he did was stare at me.

I felt oddly uncomfortable at that, so I went ahead and asked, "Um, Eric? Do you need something?"

His lips just went up into a smile. "No, I just wanted you to know that," His hand on my shoulder dropped and traveled down my arm, rather slowly. "I really am looking forward to seeing you at my birthday party."

I blinked at the way he was looking at me right now.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll be there." I said in a fast motion and exited the car. "Thanks for the ride." I said through the window and without a second look or a word, I turned around and climbed the stairs to my porch in order to get as far away from Eric Daniels as I could. I let out a sigh of relief as I heard the car drive away and proceeded on unlocking the door when I pause.

I suddenly get this odd feeling of being stared at, so I looked around until my eyes stopped at dark, grey ones. Eyebrows furrowed together, he was looking at me with this blank look in his eyes, which seemed more darker then they usually did before. He didn't do or say anything, no smirk, no annoying remarks, just that stare. After locking our intense gazes for another two seconds or so, he broke it off and stormed inside his house without another look.

Well, that was strange, I thought as I entered my own house.


I'm guessing that's all for now. I can't wait to get to the party chapter! But anyways, what did you guys think? Leave your feedback in the review section, thanks!