Dylan Caldwell is a gang leader. SHE is 16. That's right folks! A female gang leader! Woohoo! Dylan meets the school badboy Ryder Lynch and they find themselves wrapped up in each others lives. How will Ryder react to Dylan's past? To her being a ga...
I glare at him as he stops the car in front of an Eastside jet. He steps out and gets our bags. We get out and I snatch my stuff from him.
"We'll be in contact frequently, girls. You're the only people capable of this mission. Don't disappoint."
"Oh please when have we ever failed an assignment when we're working together?" Maddy flips him off and gets on the plane. He looks at me.
"She's not wrong. I don't know why you'd assume we'd fail when it's us we're talking about," I shake my head and climb aboard.
"Welcome aboard!" A woman says. There's multiple people on this flight and I stop in my tracks.
"Who the hell are you?"
"They're giving us our makeovers on the flight," Maddy answers and I immediately go to her. "It's in the envelope Andrew gave us."
I tear it open and pull out an index card.
Brooklyn "Dylan" Jessica Caldwell
Blonde hair, "crimped" or whatever the hell it's called, green contacts and a British accent
"I have to bleach my hair?" I whisper. I mean, I had to bleach it to dye it blue but it wasn't everything and I didn't try to make it a natural blonde.
"Mine has to be permed," Maddy pipes up.
"Shall we get started?" The woman claps her hands and I groan. She apparently takes that as a yes and pulls us up and into the double bathroom.
~1 hour into the process~
"Mads how does mine look?" I swivel and face her.
"Absolutely insane so far. What about me?"
"Well half your head is curly and half isn't so you look crazy also."
"Girls just sit still we're almost done," the hair stylist says.
~3 hours later~
"And...voilà!" I look in the mirror and gasp. The girl staring back at me doesn't look like me at all.
"Meet Francesca Rossi," the stylist says. I'm just staring at myself.
"Francesca Rossi," I try the name out. "Not bad."
"Isabella Rossi, nice to meet you." Maddy comes into the bathroom and I smile.
"Nice to meet you sis."
"We just need you to get dressed in your new clothes and then you'll be done!" The women say and we nod. "Go right through there and your outfits are labeled."
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imagine blonde hair
"What the fuck is this?" I hold the outfit up.
"It's cute!" Maddy says.
"I'd never wear this!" I cry.
"Good thing it ain't Dylan wearing it. It's Francesca Rossi, a young British girl with a passion for music and dance!"
"This is so fucking stupid," I grumble as I put the outfit on. It's not that I hate it that much, it's not not my style. I'm more into black clothes and combat boots.
"Aye look at me I don't enjoy this either."
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"Maddy you look hot in that shut up."
"You do too Dylan!"
"Nope I look like an egg."
"What would Ryder say?"
"He'd agree with me wholeheartedly."
"Call him then. We still have 8 hours left on this wretched flight."
I call him.
heyyyyy
i love the names don't you? maybe i'll make that a character in a book😆
