! KILLSHOT !
( a nicholas alexander chavez fic )

LAGUARDIA AIRPORT
new york, new york
september 29, 2024
monday
7am

i boarded onto my flight and headed to my first class seat. i found my seat, slid into the plush leather chair, and buckled my seatbelt. i glanced around, taking in my surroundings. the first-class section was mostly empty at this time, which suited me just fine.

settling in, i pulled out my airpod maxes and connected them to my phone.

i browsed through my playlists, eventually settling on my playlist specifically for plane rides. as the music gently filled my ears, i leaned back in my seat.

the flight attendants went through the usual safety instructions. i watched them, half-paying attention, knowing they were more for the passengers' peace of mind than anything.

the plane started taxiing down the runway.

the plane picked up speed, and soon enough, i felt the familiar sensation of takeoff. i looked out the window, watching as the city of new york grew smaller and smaller as we ascended into the sky.

los angeles, here i come.

LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
los angeles, california
september 29, 2024
monday
4pm

the wheels hit the tarmac with a gentle thump, jostling me slightly. i looked out the window and saw the sprawling city of los angeles come into view.

the flight attendants announced our arrival, and soon people were unbuckling their seatbelts and gathering their belongings. i waited for the line to move before deboarding.

i walked down the ramp and entered the bustling terminal. the first thing i noted was how tired i was.

i scanned the airport before making my way to a nearby dunkin.

i approached the counter, ordered an americano, and waited for my drink. the exhaustion was beginning to catch up with me, and i found myself yawning as i waited for my coffee.

after a few minutes, the barista called my name, and i grabbed my coffee, taking a huge sip. i nearly spat up the coffee. my mom used to tell me to never trust airport coffee as it was 10x worse, i hadn't believed it until now.

as i gagged on the burnt, bitter taste, i decided to find the nearest trashcan. i spotted one near the gate and hurried over. i threw the coffee in the trash.

i cursed under my breath, vowing never to trust airport coffee again.

walking alongside my suitcase, i made my way to the enterprise car rental.

i showed my license and was handed a key, and soon i was in a bronco outerbanks rental car steering wheel, driving away from the airport. as i navigated through the crowded streets of la, the sun was starting to set.

i had nowhere particularly, so i decided to explore the city a bit. i kept the windows rolled down, the warm air blowing into the car and my hair. i passed by palm tree-lined streets, colorful street art, and iconic hollywood billboards.

as i drove through melrose, i spotted a cafe named 'urth caffe.'

i decided it was the right opportunity for another coffee, considering my last encounter. i parked the car and got out, taking in the vibrant atmosphere. the cafe was bustling with people. i made my way inside, the scent of fresh coffee filling my nostrils.

i walked up to the counter and ordered a double espresso. this time, i was determined to get a decent cup.

the barista nodded, preparing the espresso machine with expert precision. the process of pulling the espresso shots was a beautiful sight, and my coffee was freshly brewed within minutes.

i paid for the coffee and sipped it. this time, it was smooth and aromatic, a vast improvement from the airport disaster.

"no flask today?" i heard a voice say.

i turned, surprised to see a man with chestnut hair. the same man i had seen at central park. his eyes were smiling, but the smirk on his face was all too familiar.

i recognized him immediately. his hair was tousled, and he was dressed casually in jeans and a leather jacket. his eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief and good humor.

"hi," i said. we hadn't talked last time i saw him, only shared a laugh.

he chuckled, as if reading my mind. "so we meet again, huh?" he said, leaning against the counter. his gaze was amused, his smirk still present on his lips.

i smiled, finding his presence amusing yet intriguing. "looks like it. small world, huh?"

he chuckled again, his smile widening. "i suppose it is. what are the odds?" he paused for a moment, sizing me up with his eyes. "visiting los angeles or here for good?" he asked.

"what if i live in los angeles and you saw me in new york on vacation?" i quipped with raised eyebrows.

he laughed, a rich, genuine sound. "touché. but something tells me you're not from around here." he studied me curiously, his eyes lingering a bit longer on my face.

i tilted my head to the side, "you got me there. i'm visiting los angeles, i live in new york."

"ah, i had a hunch." he said, a smile playing on his lips. his eyes were bright and sparkling in the cafe's warm lighting.

"and what about you?" i asked, taking a sip of my espresso. "you live here?"

he nodded easily. "yeah, i've been here for a couple years now. filming and such."

he chuckled, the tone of his voice making it obvious what kind of 'filming' he meant.

"actor?" i guessed.

he chuckled again, pleased with my quick observation. "you're right. up and coming, as they say."

he took a step closer, his proximity bringing a wave of his fragrance to my nose. he smelled like musk and pine, a mix of woodsy and masculine.

"lucky." i said as i held out my hand.

he took my hand confidently, shaking it firmly but gently. his grip was strong, his palm surprisingly soft. "mhm," he hummed. "you're right, that was a lucky guess."

i playfully rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "no, no. my name. i'm lucky."

his expression changed, surprise and slight amusement flitting across his handsome features. "lucky, huh?" he repeated, testing the name on his tongue. "interesting. fits you, somehow."

"my parents named my sisters and i all kinds of 'unique names.'" i said using air quotes. "guinevere, ramona and...lucky."

he chuckled, a hint of laughter in his voice. "you're a model, right?"

i raised my eyebrows in surprise. "did you just guess that, or are you secretly googling me right now?" i joked.

"no, i didn't google you. i remember seeing you on some covers...and ramona clarke is your sister, the runway model." he smirked. "your family is pretty big."

i smiled; he was observant. "yeah, my family is pretty well-known in the city. fashion designer dad, model mom, supermodel sister, and then i'm a runway model and youtuber."

"what about your other sister? you named a guinevere?" he inquired as he sat down at a table, gesturing for me to join him.

i sat down, setting my coffee on the table. "right, she's a criminal justice lawyer. she doesn't want to be in the public eye at all, she even changed her last name and moved to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere."

he chuckled, a look of admiration on his face. "can't say i blame her." he said, crossing one ankle over the other. he looked relaxed and comfortable in his seat, as if we'd known each other for years. "you seem pretty comfortable with the whole celebrity family thing though." he noted. the statement sounded like a question.

i shrugged, sipping my coffee. "well, i've been around it my whole life. it's not like i have a choice." i said in a somewhat small voice.

he observed me for a moment, before nodding. "so, any plans while you're in los angeles?" he changed the subject, his tone slightly softer.

"no, no plans really. just...letting the wind blow me wherever it does." i sat back, crossing my legs underneath the table. "it's my birthday, so i'll probably go out to dinner then hit a club..." i trailed off.

he smiled, an almost impish gleam in his eyes. "oh, a birthday celebration, hm?" he leaned forward a bit, resting his forearms on the table. "happy birthday."

i chuckled, his forwardness didn't bother me. in fact, i found it refreshing. "thank you," i said, raising my coffee cup to my lips. "as you can see i'm a bit of a procrastinator. leaving the planning to the last minute."

"any place in mind?" he asked, resting an elbow on the table and leaning his chin on his palm. he was relaxed but his gaze never strayed from mine.

i shrugged. "maybe nobu...i have connections so i can get in last minute. and boy do i love sushi."

he raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "you have connections at nobu, huh?"

"being a model opens a lot of doors, you'll find." i said with a smirk, taking another sip of my coffee. the caffeine had kicked in. "and my parents are..."

"a fashion designer and a model, i remember." he said with a nod.

i chuckled, he was smart. "exactly. they're well-known in the industry, and they have friends all over the place."

he leaned back in his chair, studying me with curiosity in his eyes. "you don't really need their friends' connections, do you?" he questioned.

i tilted my head to the side, meeting his gaze. "you're observant."

his smirk returned. "it'd be weird if i wasn't, considering my profession." he quipped, a hint of humor in his voice. "but am i wrong?"

i smiled, he was right. "alright, no. i don't need connections to get into nobu. i've been there plenty of times. and most times i have a table all to myself."

his brows shot up, he was clearly impressed. "table all to yourself, huh?" he repeated, his tone laced with amusement. "you really don't hold back, do you?"

"i'm not exactly known for my self-discipline." i said with a little laugh. i leaned back, taking a sip of my coffee. "and don't worry, i'll save you a seat."

he chuckled, an amused look on his face. "you know...most people would've at least thought twice before offering a seat at a fancy sushi restaurant to a stranger they just met."

i shrugged, unbothered. "i'm not most people."

he observed me, a mixture of interest and admiration in his gaze. "no, you're definitely not."

he was relaxed yet there was a hint of tension in his body. he was intrigued, i could tell by the way his eyes never left mine.

i stood up from my table, "i should get going. i have to book the reservation."

he quickly stood too, a chivalrous gesture. he was close, the scent of his musk and pine filling my nostrils again. "let me walk you to your car."

i raised an eyebrow at his unexpected politeness. "you don't have to do that. i can handle myself."

his eyes flashed with a hint of mischief. "i'm sure you can. but i'd feel better walking you to your car...for my own peace of mind." he held my gaze, his expression serious yet playful.

i couldn't help but chuckle, his persistence was endearing in a way. "sure, mr. chivalry. come on."

he didn't hesitate, he followed me out of the cafe, his stride matching mine. we strolled in silence for a moment, the sounds of the city night surrounding us.

"i haven't really asked what you do." i mused, glancing sideways at him. "other than acting, obviously."

he chuckled, a low, amused sound. "you've got a sharp memory." he looked at me, his eyes bright in the soft glow of the streetlights. "but yeah, acting is my main thing. i've done a few television series."

"oh yeah? anything i may have seen?" i questioned.

he hummed under his breath, a thoughtful sound. "maybe." he said with an amused sparkle in his eyes. "i was on general hospital for a few years. played spencer cassadine."

"oh!" i said excitedly with a pointed finger. "my mom watches that!" i then paused, "i've never seen it...name another."

he chuckled at my finger, seeming amused by my eagerness. "uh...i also played lyle in monsters: the lyle and erik menendez story."

i smiled, slightly impressed. "i've heard all about it, i hope to watch it soon." i said.

he returned my smile. "how about you? apart from being the daughter of some bigshots...you said you were a model, yeah?"

i nodded. "yeah, runway modeling. and youtuber."

he looked interested, his eyes on my face. "youtube...as in, makeup tutorials, hauls and stuff?" his tone was mild, but there was a hint of tease in it.

i rolled my eyes, but i smiled. "i'm a lot more than that, y'know?"

he raised an eyebrow in feign shock. "woah, i'm surprised. was that a hint of sarcasm from the birthday girl?"

i chuckled, slightly amused by his playful nature. "yes, i have a bit of sass. it comes out every once in a while."

he laughed. "i'm starting to see that," he joked, looking sideways at me with a smile.

i walked up to the bronco outerbanks. "well, this is me." i said as i leaned on the car.

he leaned against the car's door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. his eyes were on me, studying me with interest and amusement. "so you're staying in la for a while?"

"only two more days." i said.

he hummed, disappointment clearly visible on his face. "so soon?" he said, his eyes leaving mine for a moment.

"any longer and my parents would want me to move back into their place." i admitted.

he chuckled, seemingly amused by my confession. "overbearing parents, huh?"

i smiled, nodding. "oh-so overbearing." i groaned. "they mean well, but they're a bit much sometimes. i didn't even tell them that i'm here." i then paused and muttered, "was that bad?" i asked myself, but said it in a volume that he heard.

he tilted his head to the side, intrigued. "no, it was smart. maybe a tiny bit mischievous, but it was smart, too."

i smiled, pleased with his validation. "that's me," i joked. "i'm very clever and very, very mischievous."

he chuckled again, enjoying my banter. "you're also very sarcastic."

"it runs in the family," i said, my tone light as he opened the drivers side door for me.

i sat down in the seat, setting my coffee down in the console. "you're a charmer." i said with a chuckle.

he closed the door gently, leaning forward a bit. his shadow loomed over me from the door, casting a faint shade in the vehicle's dim interior. "can you blame me?" he asked.

"it was nice meeting you uh..." i shook my head. "either my memory is turning to shit or you didn't tell me your name."

he chuckled, the sound of his laughter low and warm. "no, i forgot to mention it." he said, his voice casual. "my name's nicholas. nicholas alexander chavez."

i nodded, mentally repeating his name in my head so i wouldn't forget it again. "nicholas," i repeated, the name rolling off my tongue easily.

he continued to lean on the open door, a relaxed yet intense expression on his face. "by the way how old are you turning today?" he said after a moment. "i'm curious."

"twenty-four." i said, the words followed by a sigh of mock dread. "i'm officially a quarter of a century old."

he chuckled, amused by my dramatic complaint. "you say that as if it's ancient." he said, his eyes sparkling with humor. "i'm twenty-five, so by your standards, i'm practically a fossil."

i rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged at my lips. "yeah, you're right, grandpa. time for your nap."

nicholas chuckled again, the sound a low, rich rumble in his deep voice. "i'll let you off easy, because it's your birthday."

i laughed, enjoying our banter. "thanks, old man."

"i don't appreciate the name-calling." he said, his tone mock-threatening. he pushed himself off the door frame slowly, a sly grin on his face. "bye, lucky."

"goodbye, nicholas." i said as i started up the car.

his smile widened, amusement and something else in his eyes as he watched me. he took a step back, allowing me to close the driver's side door.

"drive safe." he said, his voice ringing out loud and clear in the night's calm ambience.

"i'll see you at nobu, right?" i said to him, giving him a clear confirmation on tonight's event.

he didn't hesitate. he gave me a small, affirmative nod, his expression saying that he wouldn't miss it for anything. "i'll be there, for sure."

"8pm. don't be late." i said.

he chuckled, his eyes bright as he gave me a mock salute. "yes, ma'am." he joked.

i chuckled, shaking my head at his playful manner. "see you tonight." i said as i rolled up the window.

i gave him one last glance before i made my exit and drove off into the night.

NOBU
los angeles, california
7:50pm

as i stood outside of nobu in my mini gold sequined dress. my gold heels clicked against the sidewalk, a soft rhythm in the cool night air. the dress i chose was daring, revealing my curves in all the right places. the sequins caught the light from the street lamps, shimmering with every little move. a small chain bag hung on my shoulder, holding my belongings.

i looked at my phone, checking the time. he was going to be here soon.

butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought of seeing him again. he had piqued my interest, intrigued me with his banter and subtle flirtation.

i ran a hand through my wind-tossed hair, trying to keep the curls under control. i pulled out my compact mirror, fixing my makeup quickly.

my eyes flicked to the streets every so often, looking for any sign of him. the city moved around me, a sea of people and cars under the neon lights. the minutes ticked by, until at last, it was 8 pm.

just then, a jeep pulled up. nick got out, looking just as handsome as when i first met him. his hair was casually tousled, and he wore a black suit with a white shirt, open at the collar. his gaze swept over me, taking in my outfit.

a warm smile tugged at his lips as his eyes met mine, appreciation and admiration in his gaze. "hey there birthday girl," he said as he approached me.

i smiled, feeling a slight sense of relief. he was here, he showed up. "you made it," i said, looking him up and down in appraisal. "and you look...sharp."

he chuckled, the sound filling the air around us. "i could say the same about you." he said, his eyes running over my form, taking in the sequined dress that fit me like a second skin.

a tingle of pleasure ran down my spine, his gaze setting my skin ablaze. "flattery will get you everywhere." i joked, my tone light and airy.

he smirked, his eyes on mine. "oh yeah? what if i want to flatter you some more?" he joked back, stepping closer to me.

he was near enough now that i could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of his cologne filling my nostrils.

"let's see where it'll get you after you buy me dinner." i joked as i walked into the restaurant.

he chuckled, following me inside, his footsteps almost in sync with mine. we were led to a comfortable booth in the corner, away from the bustle of the main dining area. we both slipped into our respective seats, the soft upholstery sinking beneath our weight.

the waiter came by, dropping off two menus and taking our drink orders.

a silence fell over us as we perused the menu. the low lighting, the soft chatter of other patrons, all of it felt strangely intimate. i was hyperaware of his presence, his gaze occasionally flicking up to me and then back to the menu in his hands.

finally, i decided on the spicy miso marinated cod. i set the menu down, looking across the table at him. "have you figured out what you're getting yet?"

he nodded, closing his menu. "i'm gonna get the rock shrimp tempura." he said, a satisfied smile on his face.

the waiter came back to take our order, leaving us alone once again.

"so..." nicholas began, his eyes on me. "how was the rest of your day?"

i leaned back, the soft material of the seat cushion molding to my body. "it's been nice, relaxed." i said, a small smile playing on my lips. there was a slight pause as i considered how much to tell him. "i went shopping...did some sightseeing, the usual." i said, casually glossing over the mundane nature of my day.

he hummed under his breath, a knowing look in his eyes. "i see. sightseeing, huh?" he said, amusement in his tone. "any particularly memorable sights?"

i shrugged lightly, trying to play it off. "honestly? i only saw the walk of fame." i paused. "oh here's something funny, a golden retriever tried to eat my heels."

his eyebrows shot up, surprise on his face. "a golden retriever?" he repeated, a grin spreading across his face. "how did that happen? they're supposed to be the most friendly dogs."

"i know, right?" i said, chuckling at the memory. "i was walking, minding my own business, and out of nowhere, this big ass dog comes up to me, starts licking my shoes and then boom."

"tries to chew on them." he finished for me, a laugh escaping his lips. "jesus, must've been a hungry dog."

i laughed along with him, the memory of the incident still amusing. "much like me right now, and where are the drinks? i'm dying of thirst." i said, shaking my head.

"they're coming, they're coming." he reassured me with a wave of his hand. he glanced towards the bar, a slight frown on his face. "you know, you're being uncharacteristically patient."

i raised an eyebrow at him, slightly miffed. "i can be patient! i'm the epitome of patience in human form." i said, my tone clearly sarcastic. "just right now, i need something to drink."

he barked out a laugh, thoroughly amused by my response. "don't worry, your drink will be here soon, and then you'll be slightly more bearable." he joked, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth.

as nick continued to tease me, the waiter arrived with our drinks. he placed the glasses on the table, the rich crimson liquid in my wine glass catching my eye.

"here you are," the waiter said, his voice polite.

"thank you," i said with a smile before grabbing my drink and taking a long sip.

the wine was cool and smooth, the taste just slightly fruity and tart on my tongue. i let out a satisfied sigh, my thirst partially quenched.

nicholas chuckled as he watched me, sipping on his own drink. "feel better now?" he teased.

i rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance. "oh, please don't judge me for my liquid needs." i replied, the words slightly mocking. i paused before taking another sip, looking at him over the rim of the glass. "and what are you drinking, by the way?"

he held up his glass for a moment, swirling the contents around before taking a sip. "scotch," he replied, his tone nonchalant. "a bit strong, but i like it." he lowered the glass back onto the table, his eyes on me. "you want a taste?"

i thanked him and grabbed a hold of his glass, intrigued by his offer. my lips still grazed the brim of nick's glass when suddenly, a voice calling out my name made me freeze.

"lucky cheyenne clarke!" a voice said, one that i knew all too well. my mother's.

my heart sank as i heard my mother's voice ring out through the restaurant. i turned, seeing her and my father walking towards our table.

i lowered the glass from my lips, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. what the hell were they doing here?

my mother, leighann, and my father, derek, came to a stop in front of our booth. my father flashed a charming smile, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air.

my leighann's sharp eyes darted between nick and me, her expression unreadable. "you didn't tell us you were in town! and on your birthday for christs sakes."

i gave a small, sheepish smile, feeling like a teenage girl caught sneaking out late at night again. "surprise?" i said, trying to keep my voice light.

neither of my parents seemed amused, their gazes still locked onto me. my mother, in particular, seemed to be studying me intently.

"we could've thrown you a birthday party, honey." my mom said with a sigh. "when they told me that my daughter, lucky clarke, got a last minute reservation here...i didn't believe them."

i fidgeted uncomfortably. i hadn't really wanted to celebrate my birthday this year, preferring to keep it low key and private. besides, with my parents out of town, i assumed i wouldn't have to worry about any unwanted fanfare.

"it's okay," i assured them, forcing a brighter tone. "i honestly wasn't going to do anything big for this birthday anyways."

"except for going to los angeles from new york." my dad said with raised eyebrows. "sounds pretty big to me." he added.

my mother nodded her head in agreement, her eyes on me still. "don't think you can brush off your birthday like that, honey." she said firmly.

my mom loved to throw parties and celebrations, anything that allowed her to show off and entertain. she'd tried to convince me to come home and celebrate my past birthdays there. to her, birthdays were sacred, not to be ignored or treated like they didn't matter.

"you're right, i'm sorry." i said with a sigh.

she smiled, "lucky for you. i think birthdays should be celebrated for at least three days...i'll throw you a party in two days, how about that?"

i chuckled nervously. my mother's parties were always extravagant and over the top, the guest list a mix of high profile celebrities, socialites, and my parents' famous friends. i had hoped to avoid that this year...but it seemed i wasn't getting my wish.

"that...sounds great, mom," i said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

my dad chimed in, his voice jovial. "oh, it'll be a blast. we'll invite everyone. it's gonna be a real party."

as my father spoke, my mother's gaze flicked towards nick. recognition flared in her eyes suddenly, a spark of surprise on her face.

"wait a minute," she said, her voice sharp. "you look familiar..." she paused, "spencer cassadine!" she said with a smile.

"i told you she loves general hospital." i whispered to him.

nick's eyes widened slightly as my mom mentioned his role on general hospital. he gave a polite smile, his expression neutral. "you watch the show, i'm assuming?" he said casually.

"of course i watch it," my mother said with a laugh. "it's my favorite guilty pleasure."

i couldn't help but roll my eyes a bit. my mom was an avid follower of the soap opera, keeping up with all the drama and romances unfolding on screen. nick's character, spencer cassadine, was a major player in the show.

she shook her head. "i was just so sad when you left the show."

nicholas chuckled, seeming a bit more relaxed now. "yeah, it was a difficult decision, but i needed a change of pace."

my mother nodded sympathetically, her hand on her heart. "well, i still miss watching you on tv. you were my favorite character, you know that? hope to see you at the party on wednesday!" she said before a waiter walked over to usher them to their table. "bye my darling." my mom said as she kissed my cheek.

i watched them go, a tinge of dread settling in my stomach. i knew my mom's parties were infamous for their extravagance and over-the-topness. the thought of having to attend yet another of them this week wasn't exactly sitting well with me...and bringing nick to my mom's party would be asking for trouble.

my mom's overprotectiveness knew no bounds...and she would definitely meddle.

"sorry about that." i said lowly to nicholas.

he shook his head, a bemused smile on his face. "no need to apologize. your parents seem nice."

i chuckled dryly. "yeah, they're...something."

he leaned back in his seat, his gaze on me. "i for one, can't wait for this party." he said with a smirk.

i leaned back as well, the image of my mother's party already making me tired. i reached for his glass of scotch again, my hand touching his in the process.

"you don't know what you're getting into." i said with a chuckle before taking a swig of the drink. the alcohol burned my throat slightly, but i enjoyed the slightly bitter taste.

i set the glass back down, my throat a bit warm now. "seriously, my mother throws some of the most extravagant parties. it's all celebrities, high profile guests, and endless champagne." i said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

he raised an eyebrow, his expression mildly amused. "and this is supposed to discourage me?"

"her parties are great...i mean, not really my speed. i'm a more club until 3am party girl, rather than a house party with the girls from the club or girls from years ago who's names i can't remember." i said.

i paused, my mind already imagining the party and the people who would attend. my mother loved to invite old acquaintances, people i hadn't seen in years, under the guise of nostalgia and reconnecting. nick's expression remained nonchalant, not picking up on my slight dread.

"guess i'll be seeing a different side of you." he said jokingly.

i rolled my eyes, a sigh escaping my lips. "you have no idea." i replied, my voice laced with feigned annoyance.

i knew how parties with my parents, especially ones involving their friends, could be. everyone always seemed to have their eyes on me, assessing whether i was behaving or not. it was exhausting.

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luckycheyenne ...finally #24 🍰🍰loveu

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user1 dress is a need

lucyjenkins highly dripped

marleysingh hottest 24yr old

user2 bday princess 👑💖💖🌟

ramonaclarke happy bday sissy ❤️
⤷ luckycheyenne ily

colleenpierce so cutesie.

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celebsightings model, lucky clarke and actor, nicholas chavez seen heading into nobu restaurant in los angeles together on her birthday. new couple? thoughts?

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user1 nooo

user2 they'd be cute together

user3 she's so pretty

user4 👎 why him?? can she go back to shawn

user5 he was supposed to be my husband!!

user6 doesn't she live in new york?
⤷ user2 my guess is that she flew to los angeles to spend her birthday with him!

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a/n

i hope you guys liked this chapter- PLEASE DON'T be a silent reader (vote & comment) or else i'll cry (i'm being so serious)

BIG chapter calls for big intro to nicholas.

how are we feeling about this chapter??

also when looking for the bday pics to post i saw nicholas in the likes of lily chee's post from back in 2023...i knew i did something right by picking her as the face claim

guys what happened to being creative on this app- this person literally stole my plot for their nicholas chavez fic and then blocked me when i called them out 💀 (no ill never shut up about this because it's so funny to me...how unoriginal are we?? at least don't take it BAR FOR BAR)