ignore-wyatt oleff

pretty girl

i wake up to my alarm ringing.
ugh.
i have to get a job today.
ugh.
honestly, i'm still thinking of wyatt oleff, and his insta post.
does he really think i'm cute?
the thought of it makes me cringe.
i mean, he's cute and all, but do i really want the attention?

chloe<3

is wyatt oleff talking about you on his insta?
what? idk.
don't lie to me. i'm serious.
if he even looks at you, i'm flying to la to kick his butt.
whatever

chloe is my best friend. and not to mention, very bossy.
after talking to chloe, i call my mom.
she answers after the first ring.
"mija, i miss you!"
"yes ma, i miss you too.
"how is everything in the de moda city?"
"fine, but you'll never guess who i saw yesterday."
"who?!" she raises her voice a little too much.
"wyatt oleff."
it goes quiet on her end.
"you shall not speak to him."
"mom. i don't plan on it."
"ok, ser amado. i will talk to you later. love you."
"love you too," i say.

i go to make myself breakfast.
of course, my refrigerator is empty.
guess i'm going to monet's for breakfast.
i put on a sweatshirt  and sweatpants and walk to monet's.

i arrive at monet's and instantly see wyatt.
omigosh is he here all the time?
"hey, pretty girl."
me? pretty girl?
"h-h-hey wyatt. long time no see."
ok, so maybe i haven't mentioned that i worked on the set of it. but only as an intern. nothing more.
"i saw you catch my eye yesterday," he says. "i wanted to say something but i was nervous."
"ha," i scoff. "nervous of what?"
"i don't know. maybe that you'd be mad."
no. we aren't going to talk about that.
"you know what, i should go. i don't want to hold you up or anything."
i start to walk away.
"wait, zoe!"
i wipe a tear away from my eyes.
some things aren't meant to be discussed.