Arabella's P.O.V “Hi,” I whisper as she opened the door. “What? Are you here to steal Francesco from me?” She asks, disgusted. “What?” I question. “I wasn't trying to-” I stop myself from talking once I realize what she's talking about. “I'm sorry, but I don't really want to talk to you right now.” She sighs slowly closing the door. Without hesitation, I stop her from shutting it by sticking out my leg. “Wait, Amelia. Please, listen to my side of the story for once in your life. I hate how you always look down at me. You called me names and always accused me of stealing your boyfriends because of your own insecurities.”She looks at me and starts breaking down. “I'm sorry, Arabella. I'm just jealous of how perfect you are. You look perfect, you act perfect, you have a perfect relationship and you have at least three guys trying to chase after you.” She babbles hugging me tightly. “I'm jealous at how perfect you are and I wish I could be like you. I only became a stripper so I co
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