Slapping myself on my forehead, I curse myself.

Why would I say yes to hanging out with Chris's friends?

I'm a super awkward person when making new friends.

I have social anxiety, I feel very uneasy and uncomfortable when talking to new people. It seems like today I just threw myself in the deep end.

With a sigh, I walk into my walk-in closet and search for something to wear. Should I go comfy, casual, or dressy?

Deciding to do a mixture of casual and dressy, I pick up my leather pants and a red bodysuit.

I glance in the mirror after I'm fully clothed, my mouth turns up into a smile surprised to see that I'm rocking this outfit.

The leather pants are like a second skin and show off my perfect long legs, and the bodysuit is a stunning red and has a v-neck to show off a little bit of my cleavage.

I decided to keep my long hair down and use my straightener to give my hair soft beach waves. Now onto my makeup, I apply just the right amount of foundation, bronzer, highlighter, and a mat red lipstick. After I finish applying my makeup I finish off my whole look with my black combat boots.

I quickly run to the kitchen and gulp down a glass of water, before grabbing my keys and running out the door.

Once I spot my mat black Range Rover in the parking garage I open the door and put the key in the ignition, and with one last glance, I speed away to Chris's apartment.

***

"There you are!" Chris cheers as soon as he opens his apartment door, "You're ten minutes late."

"Stupid LA traffic," I mutter while stepping inside his gorgeous penthouse.

"Nice place, really big," I say while turning around taking in his whole apartment.

"Thank you. It's nice sometimes having a big place, but I get lonely here most days." He says shrugging.

"The people in the house make it a home," I reply looking up at him.

He stares down at me with a look of sadness coating his eyes brown eyes.

"Come on I'll introduce you to my wild friends."

With a small laugh, I shake my head at him and follow him through a hallway leading to his living room.

"Guys meet my awesome costar and my new best friend Lola," Chris said gesturing to me, as two new pairs of eyes met mine.

I'm stunned and silenced glancing over at the two of them, they look like they can walk down a runway.

Damn their supermodels.

"Pictures and movies don't do you justice Lola," A guy says as he gets up from the couch to shake my hand. "The name is Dante."

I gape at him as I look at him up and down. He's slightly taller than Chris, curly silky black hair tames his head. Gorgeous tan skin, his arms are full of colourless tattoos, and to put off the whole bad boy look his silver lip ring draws my attention to his full plump rosy lips.

Not to mention he's Italian, damn what eye candy.

With a jab in the side of my hip, I'm jolted from my daydreaming about the handsome man in front of me.

I swallow hard after finding an annoyed expression on Chris's face and turn back to Dante who has a polite smile on his face.

"Sorry I zoned out there," I admit with an embarrassed smile on my face.

"Lola's just stunned by Dante's ugly face, ain't that right fat Italian dude?" a man on the couch said grinning at me "I'm Tyler by the way," Tyler said with a small wave.

"Call me fat one more time Tyler and I'll show you who's the whale here," Dante said staking up to him.

With that Tyler quickly jumped off from the couch and stood behind me for protection. I scoff and try to move out the way but he grabs both my shoulders and roots me in place. "Protect me, because he's right I am the whale here," He harshly whispers to me.

"Let go of her Ty, you're making her uncomfortable," Chris says pulling me towards him.

"Oh please I can tell Lola loves me already," Tyler says with a scoff and a dirty look is thrown at Chris.

"Keep lying to yourself Ty," Chris says with a roll of his eyes.

Dante leads me over to the large couch he was sitting on earlier and takes a set beside me. "Are they normally like this?" I ask.

"This is what I have to deal with every day," He says with a chuckle and leans over to whisper in my ear, "Tyler's a crackhead, and he goofs around a lot."

"I can tell already," I said with a low laugh.

"How old are you Lola?" Dante questions, as Tyler and Chris are still arguing across the room.

"I'm 21, you?" I ask turning my body to face his.

He runs a hand through his curly hair, "I just turned 27."

"Happy bealated birthday," I said with a smile.

With a smile he says, "Thank you, I just keep getting older and older."

For some reason I have no anxiety talking to Dante, he has a certian energy radiating off him.

He makes me feel comfortable and relaxed.

"Alright guys, let's play a game," Tyler exclaims as he jumps on the couch next to Dante, while Chris sits beside me.

"We're not five Ty," Dante frowns.

"But I wanna," He whines with a scowl on his face.

"Okay Fine,"

With a clap of his hands he smirks at me, "Lola, truth or dare?"

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