Lyla's P.O.V:


"5 minutes, Lyla," my manager peaked his head into the dressing room before ducking back out.


"Be right out!" I hollered back. I took one last look at myself in the mirror. This shoot was for a perfume ad......and it was my first topless shoot. My only article of clothing: a pair of tight, black leather leggings. Surprisingly, I wasn't all that nervous. I pulled my robe around me and fluffed my hair once more. I turned to leave until I heard "Second & Sebring" playing from inside my purse. I pulled my phone out quickly.


"Hey, Austin, I'm working right now can I call you later?" I rushed out the words.


"How much clothing are you wearing in this one, Lyla?" he snapped at me. I scoffed; he had been acting like this the past week and it was really starting to annoy me.


"What does it matter? It's called a job. I do what I have to do to get paid," I shot back at him.


"Since when does doing drugs come with the paygrade, Lyla?" His words caught me off guard.......How did he know?


"I-I don't know what you're even talking about," I stumbled over my words as I tried to shrug him off.


"Don't play dumb with me, Lyla. You know damn well what I'm talking about. Those new so called 'friends' of yours......they've got you into some bad stuff. I'm not quite sure what it is, but I'm not an idiot. I know you well enough to know when you're acting differently. You think you've been so good at hiding it from me, but you haven't." His words started off angry but drifted to worried.


"I don't think I'm acting any differently at all, Austin. Just because I'm hanging out with someone who is not you doesn't give you the right to acuse me, or them, of anything." I immediately regretted my words.


"What about your boyfriend? What about Vic, huh? Now that you have these new friends is he just right down the drain, too?" His voice sounded stern again.


"No, Vic and I are fine. We've both just been busy, but he'll be here in a week and-" he cut me off.


"Like it'll matter. These people have pulled you too far down already with whatever it is they've got you hooked on." He was almost yelling now.


"Why don't you just mind your fucking business! I don't need you to sit here and patronize me for something that you know absolutely nothing about! Fuck you, Austin!" I yelled into the phone before I hung up on him, tossing it back into my purse. I tried to stop the tears so I wouldn't ruin my makeup. I know he was worried but he had no idea what I was going through, what happened to me that day.....No one knew.


I took a deep breath and composed myself before walking out to the set. I tossed my robe over to one of the assistants before walking to the backdrop, posing as I was asked. The shoot was quick. They were able to get the few shots they would need for the ad campaign in under an hour. I thanked the photographer and the crew and made my way back to the dressing room to change. I had a new text from Amy.


Amy: Big party tonight at one of the photographer's houses'. Anyone who is anybody will be there so you know they'll have good stuff. Pick you up at 9?


Me: I'll be waiting ;)


Amy: Good. Make sure to look hott. I know you won't disappoint :P


Me: I NEVER disappoint ;)


I laughed a little to myself and set my phone down to change back into my regular clothes.....my clothes were starting to get a little too big; all this 'partying' I had been doing had made me lose quite a bit of weight....weight that I didn't really need to lose in the first place. Oh well......


I drove back to my apartment and relaxed on the couch to watch a little TV; the nice thing about having a shoot was that my hair and makeup was already done so that would be one less thing to worry about tonight. My phone started to ring again, but this time it was Vic.


"Hey baby!" I answered excitedly. The looming excitement of tonight had put me in a really good mood despite my conversation with Austin.


"Hey," he replied simply and I frowned a little.


"What're you so grumpy about?" I asked.


"I just spoke to Austin....." he paused and I groaned.


"Don't listen to whatever he said. He's been acting like a dick lately-" Vic interrupted me.


"Are you sure that you're not the one who's been acting like a dick?" He asked angrily.


"Ugh, not you too. Listen, I'm not in the mood to have another arguement right now. I'll talk to you later. Love you bye," I said, hanging up before he even had a chance to say anything. I was sick of everyone getting on my case! I'm 26 years old! I can do whatever I want and it shouldn't matter to anyone else.


Eventually the evening began to approach and I got up to get dressed. I picked out a short, strapless pink dress and a pair of black stilletto heels.


"Where you at, bitch?!" I heard Amy shout as she entered my apartment. I walked out into the living room. "Damn, you look good."


"Yeah, well you don't look so bad yourself." I replied. We took a picture of us together before we made our way out to Amy's car. As she drove I opened up twitter to tweet the picture of us.


@LovelyLyla: How We Do!! @Amy_Drake


We drove to the party with the music loud, singing the entire way. We drove to West Hollywood and eventually pulled up in front of an enormous house that was already surrounded by cars. Eventually Amy found a parking spot and we got out of the car and began the walk up to the house. We walked hand in hand, laughing and chattering the entire way. The closer we got to the house I could feel the music pounding from inside. We reached the door where there were a few security guards waiting.


"Names?" one of them asked us. I was surprised that this was really as exclusive as Amy had made it sound.


"Amy Drake and Lyla James," Amy said confidently. One of the security guards scanned over the list and nodded to the other guy who stepped out of the way to let us in. "Thank you gentlemen." Amy dragged me immediately to the bar for drinks. She introduced me to quite a few people as we wandered around the house. We stopped to dance as a Ke$ha song came on, and I was already having a great time. It would be even better when we got our fix......."Bre should be here anytime with the stuff. Then the party will really begin!" she said practically reading my mind. I took a big drink from my cup and continued to dance with Amy.


"There you are! I was wondering when you were going to make an appearance!!" She shouted suddenly to someone who appeared behind me.


She enveloped the person in a hug and then grabbed my arm. "Lyla, you remember Derrik, right?" she asked smiling at me. My face dropped and I thought I might throw up. My palms started to sweat. He stood there eyeing me up and down, grinning at me.


"Lyla. Long time no see. You look incredible this evening," he licked his lips and I swallowed hard as my throat seemed to be constricting.


This could not be happening right now......