Childhood Bestfriends with Hollywood's Golden Boy

Childhood Bestfriends with Hollywood's Golden Boypart23

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Recap:

I could feel my heart rate speeding up… my face burning in embarrassment. “ I- I – I”

“Look, Ella stop having a panic attack you knew at some point this was going to happen, he’s too famous for this to not happen. Besides, this isn’t that bad. Your not topless and drunk, you look happy together -!”

I cut her off, my voice shaking as I read the small text next to the photos

“ F#ck! Is that my name on the page?”

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Chapter 23                                         *** mild s#xual content***

Oh my god! Breath… deep breath…

I blinked, panic washing over me, as Marissa snatched the magazine from my hands and scanned it.

“I read this… I didn’t see your name… no, no. I don’t see your name. It isn’t on here Isabel don’t worry! Jeez – stop imagining things Cher. I mean, if your name was on here I would have noticed when I read it, don’t you think?”

“ I swear I saw my name…god I nearly died.” I murmured, scanning the writing, it was talking about Ari and Taylor Cutters supposed fun, private day out at the beach and their ‘secret romance’ in Australia. My gaze flicked over the pictures again, taking in the revealing nature of my underwear, Ari’s huge smile as he looked at me when we were laying down on the beach… thank god I was wearing Ray bans!

“Nope. No name. To be honest, you should be really flattered; your body looks great in this! Have you been working out?” Marissa asked, looking closer at the pictures.

“Who cares what I look like?! You can see it’s me, god my parents are going to see this… the millions of readers of this magazine are going to see this!” I said, whispering to her as a man in a suit walked by and looked strangely at us.

After all, we were two girls standing smack bam in the middle of the sidewalk staring at a magazine – one of them looking like she was about to faint of shock and the other extremely excited, smiling like a four year old on a candy high.

Take a guess at which one I am.

Marissa rolled up the magazine and hit me on the arm, frowning.

“Stop- it! Stop panicking about nothing! Look at the title numb nuts, 

‘Aaron Fox and his beach babe Taylor Cutter’, the media think the picture of you is Taylor! Duh!.”  She said, hitting me on the arm again with the magazine, and not too lightly either , as she grinned triumphantly.