This story is about you. Yes you! You're 20 years old, you may have an extremely famous boyfriend, you model for the highest people... The rest is for you to find out!


2. Ex trouble


 * YOUR P.O.V*

I woke up to a bouquet of roses on the dining table. At first I looked puzzled, but as i stepped closer I noticed a small card with a 'c' gracefully written on. I knew that it was Cameron. I picked it up but as i did, i head the door bell ring.


I went to open the door with an anxious look on my face. However it all disappeared when I realised who was standing behind the door. Justin. I slowly opened it placing the flowers on a table beside the door. 

"(Y/N), You looked beautiful last night. You really look different with make up." Justin started. 

"Well I don't spend a good portion of my money to look the same." I roll my eyes.



I followed her back into her house and subtly directed my eyes lower than her waist. When she turned around I panicked and looked anywhere but there. Thats when I noticed the the roses. 

"They aren't from me." I tried

"I know, I throw yours away every time." She smiled but i knew that she secretly loved my roses. "I am really sorry. I didn't mean anything to happen like it did. It was just... an accident"

"You accidentally got Selena Gomez pregnant while we were a thing?"

There was a pause. But before i could say anything, this brunette boy walked in shirtless.

"CAMERON!" She screamed before running straight into his arms.

"Shawty, damn you look fine in the morning." he smirked looking her up and down like some creep. 



I noticed Justin clench his fist and giving Cameron the evils. I kindly suggested him leave and on his way out he got a glimpse of a little make up session i was having with Cameron. Shutting the door in Justin's face, Cameron and I fell on the floor which make me scream and laugh. We carried on making out but in the corner of my eye, I saw Justin peek through the blinds. 

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