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[sterling-wise]

callum--beckett‌:

Callum just shook his head at her question. He’d never met anyone like her before and he was wishing more and more by the instant that he still hadn’t. But the truth was, he was struggling to come up with rent this month, and if she was willing to toss him a grand on the spot, he’d take it. He struggled to feel bad for her the more she spoke of the things she’d had, apparently up until last night. But regardless of her background it did sound like a tough wake up call. He couldn’t help but just stare, with no real words to say, but his brows pulled together once she turned another question back to him. “No, I usually sit,” he answered straightly with another shake of his head of annoyance. “Do you always talk a fucking mile a minute like that?”

“Then why don’t you sit?” she asked, rubbing the makeup from her face. “Yes,” she answered bluntly. Her eyes flicked up to meet his once they were scrubbed clean of day old eyeliner. Sterling let out a heavy sigh, balling up her makeup wipes in her hand and glancing around for a trashcan. “So, do you have any rules or anything?” she questioned, glancing up at him once more. “Is there wifi here? Laundry service? I didn’t see a doorman. Is that safe?” She shot off a string of questions, making it obvious how little she knew about life outside of the bubble she’d grown up in. 

[sterling-wise]

callum--beckett‌:

She was annoying, that much was clear just by looking at her. The type of girl that was so gorgeous you’d think her personality wouldn’t matter a lick until she opened her mouth and she was more vapid than you previously thought possible. Those thoughts were only cemented when she went on about her troubles. Troubles he hardly listened to, thoughts drifting because there was no chance this interaction was real, was there? This had to be some kind of dream. A cruel interpretation of what his life mixed with whatever the hell that girl from Clueless’ name was would look like. “You have to be joking about some of this right?” He finally interrupted to ask. Because she had to be. People like this weren’t real. No one actually talked like this. No one really had these problems. “Callum,” he said quietly, grabbing her hand for a shake. “Your father got arrested last night?”

“Why do you keep asking that?” she questioned, looking up at him like he was the crazy one. “It’s nice to meet you, Callum,” she said with another sniffle. Her eyes went back to her bag as her fingers grazed over the pack of makeup wipes she had in the bottom. “Yeah,” she answered with a soft sigh. “Mother said his lawyer can get him out, but the district attorney or whatever has video evidence that’s apparently a big deal,” she explained as she started to wipe her face clean. “It’s just a huge mess and I can’t even get into our home in Miami because it’s been repossessed, but I thought that only happened to cars on that stupid TV show,” she continued to ramble. “Do you always just stand around like that?”

[sterling-wise]

Her pout only deepened at his words. “But he’s cousins with a Vanderbilt,” she managed to squeak out, as if that explained everything. She let out a sigh of relief as she walked into his apartment, finally letting the grip around her bags loosen as she dropped to sit on his couch. It was barely furnished and smelled of smoke, but it was a roof over her head for now. “Trevor and I have been dating since junior high, so you’d think he’d show the slightest bit of sympathy,” she said as she pulled off her heels, revealing a vision of fresh blisters that made her wince just from looking at them. “I mean, I was there for him after his mom’s plastic surgery went wrong and she looked like a bee had stung her whole face and I was there for him when his dad was caught having an affair with the male tennis coach, but my father gets arrested for insider trading and he won’t even let me sleep in his pool house,” she said as she continued to sniffle. “And to think I blew him in the country club’s bathroom at last years New Year’s Eve party,” she grumbled more to herself as she dug through her designer bag. “I’m Sterling, by the way. Sterling Wise,” she introduced herself, extending her free hand out towards him.

[sterling-wise]

Sterling nodded, then shook her head. Her chest got tighter as things continued not to go her way. A small pout started to form on her lips as tears welled up in her eyes. “This isn’t some joke. I just had the worst night of my life and all my friends are out of town or won’t answer my call and all my accounts are frozen and I have no where to go, so I’ve been walking around for hours trying to find somewhere to stay,” she sobbed as tears started to roll down her cheeks. My mom went to Cabo without me because she thought I’d be staying with Trevor, but he won’t even be seen in public with me after what happened,” she continued to cry. “My feet really hurt and I feel gross and tired and will you please just let me come in?”

[sterling-wise]

The blonde followed his lead when the door opened, scanning him over in silence. “As if,” she scoffed, eyes rolling at his words. “Everyone knows Hilton would never build in this area,” she stated. She held the flyer up to him. It was crumpled from being held so tightly in her hand as she’d walked all the way there. “You’re looking for a roommate, yes? I can give you a grand up front. Will that do?” she asked. The girl had no context for these sorts of things. She’d never paid for her own dinner much less rent. “I’ll throw in an extra hundred if you let me in so I can shower right now,” she tacked on, the desperation in her tone becoming more evident.

[sterling-wise]

@callum--beckett

Her blonde hair was pulled up in a haphazard bun, last night’s mascara smudged under her eyes, dried tears carving a path through her foundation. Her feet were sore from her nude colored, pointed toe Louis Vuitton heels. She’d been wandering around the other side of town for hours now. All of her friends were suddenly unavailable, leaving her all alone. She pulled herself into the only coffee shop open, lugging her bags with her. The Gucci suitcases were filled with everything she could pack before she was tossed from her home along with her mother and her father was taken away in the back of a cop car. She stopped in front of the local bulletin board as she waited in line of coffee, oblivious to the stares she was receiving from the people around her. 

She gasped when she saw a flyer for someone looking for a roommate. Instead of waiting in line, she snatched the neon paper and raced to the front of the line to ask whoever was behind the counter about the available room. Still in her skin tight black mini dress from the night before, Sterling climbed up the five flights of stairs until she was standing in front of the door that’s number matched the one on her flyer. She quickly adjusted her posture and brushed loose strands of hair from her face before knocking. 

[antirpt]

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