𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 | 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

𝐘/𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

𝟓 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐨

I headed to the kitchen taking out things to cook and I played back the last few days in my head. The night I met Scarlett, well, it happened pretty fast. It was something unexpected. I didn't expect to leave with her, but boy am I glad I did.

𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤...

I hate parties with rich snobby people, of course they aren't all like that but, a good portion of them are. Yet, here I was, at a party with rich snobby people. For the most part, I didn't have to interact with anyone because I'm only here as a plus one and the person I came with is just here to network and take pictures of the event.

The room was filled with actors and actresses, ranging from newbies that just got their big break and the well known A-listers that we hear about far too often for making a dumb comment, flipping off paparazzi, or landing some big new role in a movie.

My best friend Naomi had a job to do, taking pictures and videos of the event so it's not like I could just tag along with her the whole time. Don't get me wrong, I'm a party girl, I'm 19 so, of course I like to be out and in the mix of all the festivities like most people my age, but, not a scene like this.

Most of the parties I'm into, well, they involve a lot more drunks and less elegance than what I'm surrounded by right now. I made my way to the bar and asked for a drink earning a look from the bartender who proceeded to ask me for my ID. "Dude, come on-"

"I can't serve you alcohol without an ID, and you don't look 21."

I reached into my back pocket pulling out my wallet and the fake ID I had made back in high school. The bartender gave me a look before turning back to grab a glass to pour me a drink.

"A fake ID, wow, that desperate for a drink?" I turn my head to hear the voice of a woman. She had blonde hair and her voice was really hot. She turned her head to face me and I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Pft, it's not a fake ID." I lied as she stuck her hand out gesturing for the card which I handed over. "Y/n Huxley, cute name."

"Just my name is cute? Ms. Johansson, I'd prefer it if you would call me cute instead."

"You're not my type." She giggled as she took a sip of the drink in her hand. "You sure about that? I'd like to think I'm adaptable and fit the mold of everyones preferences. I'm sure you'd say otherwise if you gave me the chance to show you what I can do."

She smiled to herself and stared straight ahead trying not to make eye contact with me. "You're confident, how old are you really? 16? How'd you even get in here?" She quickly changed the subject making me smile. Hard to get, right up my alley.

"I'm old enough to be out past 10 o'clock. I'm a guest."

"Do you work here?" Scarlett asked. "No but my friend is taking pictures here, can we turn back to where you said I'm not your type?"

"I don't think that's relevant, shouldn't you be taking pictures with your friend?" Scarlett gestured over to my best friend Naomi. "Shouldn't you be interacting with your colleagues? I don't take pictures, the camera isn't my thing, I play ball."

"You play with your balls?" Scarlett jokes making the bartender chuckle. "Whoa, did you just assume I have a penis?" Scarlett's facial expression shifted, assuming she'd insulted me. "No I-"

"Am I showing or something? How'd you know?" She raised her eyebrow at me as she looked surprised as she tried to hide her smile. "So, why aren't you mingling over there with your fellow stars?"