15 | stop playing games

leilani's pov -

i took a deep breath as i walked into the building, fake smiling at the other models and everyone else.

mr. marino spotted me and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. however, i just kept walking. i don't have time for his comments right now.

"hey," frankie smiled as she saw me.

"come with me," i grabbed her hand and pulled her into our dressing room that was empty. we sat at our vanities that were right next to each other.

"what's wrong?" she looked at me with concern.

and then of course, mr. marino walked his nosey ass in here. "i didn't expect you to be back so soon, rose," he folded his arms. "thought you were staying with your love for the whole week."

"well that didn't go as planned so i just came back early," i sighed.

"oh?" he rose his eyebrows, as he sat in the chair at the vanity next to mine. "do tell."

i sighed, preparing to pour my heart out to them. "it's just-" i shifted my body in my chair. "billie can be such a hypocrite sometimes. like she's deadass mad at me for things i cannot control, meanwhile she's out there having play dates with my fucking ex."

him and frankie both gasped dramatically. "no," they said as they put their hands over their mouths.

"yes!" i exclaimed. "and she's good at holding onto shit and i was tired of arguing so i just flew back here," i shrugged.

"so," mr. marino started. "i'm assuming she's probably mad that you left and came back here."

"of course," i nodded. "but oh well. it's easier to argue over through text because i can just simply not text back."

"that isn't right, rose," he tilted his head.

"neither is me finding my ex's shirt laying by her pool," i said to him. "life isn't fair i guess."

"damn," frankie said. "you snuck away for vacation and it flopped."

mr. marino then hit frankie on the shoulder. "frances!"

my eyes shot kinda wide as i looked at frankie. "im sorry, did he just call you frances?"

"no!" she quickly replied.

i smiled. "your real name is frances?" i asked, taking joy in this.

"you tell that to no one lani!" frankie pointed in my face, making me laugh even more.

"i think it's cute," i said. "can i start calling you that-"

"no!" she exclaimed. "i'm going. i'm leaving," she said as she got up from her chair and walked out.

"oh boy," mr. marino rose his eyebrows. he then stood up out the chair as well. "well, we should get to work."

"oh right," i sighed, a sad look suddenly reappearing on my face.

he then put his hand on my shoulder and slid it up closer to my neck. "if there's anything you need me to do, please let me know," he said lowly as he stared in my eyes.

i looked at him weirdly before forcing a smile. i just nodded and he walked out.

um.. okay.

- billie's pov -

"hey," i started as i sat at the table in the diner. "you wanted to meet me?"

"yeah," hasson said. "thanks for coming."

"what is it?" i asked, dryly.

"i just wanted to apologize for everything," she started. "i didn't mean to come in between you and leilani."

"i don't believe that," i shook my head.

she furrowed her eyebrows.

"hasson you had a crush on me and hung out with me for your pleasure," i told her. "that's basically you trying to come in between leilani and i."

"i really didn't mean for it to happen that way," she explained. "i swear."

i just sighed.

"i just want to be your friend billie," she looked at me. "we've been having such a good time."

"yeah," i shrugged. "i actually did like you as a friend."

"then just give me another chance," hasson said. "let's move past all that shit from last week."

i sighed. "hasson if you ever try anything-"

"i won't!" she quickly replied. "you have my word."

"alright," i rolled my eyes. "alright fine."

"but," she said. "you have to tell lani because y'all's next fight won't be on me."

"we're barely talking right now," i shook my head.

"why?" hass furrowed her eyebrows.

"we got into it about other things and then she just up and left back to new york without telling me," i explained. "i literally found out by checking her location."

"that's fucked up," she nodded.

"right!" i agreed. "well it doesn't matter. tour resumes tomorrow and i'm back to being a busy bee."

"don't you have a new york show coming up?" she rose her eyebrows.

"sure do," i answered. "hopefully we're back talking by then," i joked.

- leilani's pov -

"does this not look weird to you?" i asked frankie as i tried a piece of lingerie on for the show.

"i mean-"

"don't lie," i tilted my head.

"yeah it looks pretty weird," she admitted. "take it off."

i began taking the lingerie off when mr. marino walked into the dressing room. "oh my god," i mumbled as i quickly turned around so he couldn't see my breast.

"just checking in ladies," he started. "didn't mean to startle."

"it's all good," frankie smiled. "after we change, we're gonna go for the day, probably go get something to eat."

"oh maybe i could join you guys-"

"no thanks," i said as i threw a t-shirt on over my body. "we have personal things to discuss, maybe next time."

"okay well here," he came and laid an $100 bill on my vanity desk. "dinner on me."

"mr. marino, i can't accept-"

"please," he grinned. "just call me luca," he smirked before walking out.

i just squinted.

"wow he's getting to like you," frankie said. "that's good."

"well i wish he would at least knock before coming in here," i rolled my eyes.

"oh why are you so bothered?" she tilted her head. "he's gay."

"mhm," i nodded. "sure he is," i mumbled.

she just glanced at me and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"cmon let's go eat," i shook my head.

-

it was later that night and me, frankie, and margie were at this restaurant eating with the money that luca gave me. we were just talking about many things but mainly how frankie never told me her real fucking name was frances.

"i just honestly think frankie fits me better," she said.

"oh i definitely get it," i nodded. "it's so cute-"

"oh my god," margie said as she looked at her phone.

"what?" we looked at her.

then she looked up at me.

"what?" i my eyes got a bit wide.

she didn't say anything though.

so i snatched her phone and looked at it. "are you kidding me?" my eyes got wider.

it was a picture of billie and hasson out to eat together. and what's worse is that it's posted on billieeilishtours so all her fans will see that she's hanging out with my ex.

"she's so serious right now?" i rose my voice. "after all that shit hasson tried 2 weeks ago, she's still hanging with her??? damn maybe she likes her too."

"cmon lani i don't think that-"

"then what the hell is this?" i exclaimed.

"maybe they just agreed to be friends," frankie suggested. "which is crazy but im sure that's it."

"ughhhh!" i groaned loudly.

"that's so wild," margie shook her head.

"oh she's definitely letting that red dye seep into her brain," i said.

they both laughed.

"i mean one second your hangin with my ex," i started. "and the next, your on tour thrusting the air on stage???"

they both laughed more.

"what?" frankie exclaimed in laughter.

"so you're telling me you haven't seen those viral videos of billie deadass stroking the air on stage during therefore i am?" i asked.

"oh my god no!" she laughed. "let me see!"

so i showed her a video.

"then what's worse is that she's wearing the jerseys that her and i talked about matching in way before she left," i told them. "she's definitely trying me."

"this is a funny game you guys are playing," margie said.

"oh i'll show her funny," i scoffed. "oh waiter! can i get another drink!"

margie just stared laughing again.

"what?" i looked at her.

"i bet you're mad about her humping the stage air because you wish that was you."

"wha- oh shut up," i chuckled.

"admit it," frankie teased. "you want that to be youuuuu."

"okay so maybe i do," i shrugged as i sipped on my drink.

"don't let the sexual frustration get to your head," margie told me.

"too late," i admitted. "and this margarita isn't helping either."

they laughed.

"ugh fuck," i said lowly. "i really want her to rail me right now."

"yeah that's clear," margie chuckled. "cmon let's go home."

"no let's go do something else," i suggested.

"like what?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

-

"leilani you sure about this?" margie rose her eyebrows. "you're kinda drunk, and there's no going back."

"i'm positive," i giggled as i laid my head back and took a deep breath.

- - - -

"fuck."