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My Angel - Sabrina Carpenter

Chapter Two

Summary: Several years after Girl Meets World, Sabrina Carpenter and Rowan Blanchard reconnect. Will their reconnection be filled with memories, hate, romance, or lust? Fame intrinsically affects their relationship, causing the two to succumb to societal norms and pressures.

Word count: 1.5k

SMUT WARNING

Sequel to 'In Love With an Angel'

[ Reading the prequel is NOT essential to understanding the story ]

A/N: This book was initially written on Wattpad, and the writing format reflects the 2018 Wattpad writing style. For the best reading experience, I recommend using Wattpad.

Start reading from Chapter One here

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Chapter Two

Sabrina's POV

"Is everything okay? We haven't seen each other in a while." I break the awkward silence between us.

She ignored me, and the bartender handed her a drink.

"Hello?" I ask, becoming irritated.

She sips her daiquiri in silence, as tension fills the air.

"Did you just fucking ghost me in real life? What the hell is going on? Are we okay or not?"

She turns over to look me in the eyes, "What do you think?"

I pause, hitching my breath and staring into her eyes.

She presses her lips together, and her cheeks are flushed from irritation.

"Rowan, what did I do or say that made you hate me?" I ask, staring at her cheeks, down to her lips, and back up to her eyes.

She exhales and mumbles, "You left me... After Girl Meets World, you kept rising, and you left me where I was."

I had a hard time understanding her. "Left you? You left me. You moved to Vegas without telling me once the show ended. You know I would have left with you."

She looked back at her drink as silence filled the air and the tension began to dissipate.

"I'm sorry, Brina.." she starts. My heart flutters, and memories fill my mind.

After Girl Meets World ended, so did our friendship.

Rowan didn't feel comfortable acting as frequently as when we were kids. I tried my best to respect her decision. But when she moved to Las Vegas, I was distraught with her.

I continued acting in movies and working on my music. My most recent album has garnered significant attention, including mainstream recognition and a loyal fan base. I was overwhelmed by the support and criticisms I had received so quickly.

I have been working on my career since I was a little girl. My album blowing up overnight was a massive fuck you to my other albums released between Girl Meets World and today.

"I never meant to hurt you." Rowan assertively states, taking me out of my thoughts.

"Rowboat, I never meant to upset you either.. I didn't know you felt this way. Why didn't you reach out to tell me how you felt?"

Rowan sighs, "Distance. I thought I would never see you again. But then I see you all over social media, TV, and the radio."

I press my lips into a hard line.

"I moved back to Los Angeles... I was going to DM you, but I was nervous." She tells me.

"I would have DM'd you first, but I saw that you had unfollowed me a couple of years ago..." I drift off.

She turns her attention back to me, "I was told by Corey that you'd be here. I apologize for not approaching you. I didn't know what your personality would be like."

"Oh so you thought I would be a bitch now?" I laugh.

She blushed a bright red. "I mean-"

"No, you're okay! I get it. I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me about it. That means a lot to me." I put my hand on her shoulder, which caused her to tense slightly.

She turns a deep red, which surprises me. I wasn't sure what to make of it.

"You ladies are looking wonderful tonight, as usual." I hear a voice to my left.

I turn my head and notice Corey smiling down at me. "You look as handsome as usual," I state.

He embraces me and turns his attention to the woman behind me.

"Rowan?! Holy shit, you look fucking incredible" He emphasizes.

She smiles shyly and states, "You don't look so bad yourself. You've gotten much taller since I last saw you."

He smiles and asks, "Can I give you a hug?"

She nods, and he embraces her, making her relax.

I smiled and asked, "Corey, when was the last time you've seen Peyton?"

He furrows his eyebrows and states, "Not ever since his tape got leaked."

My eyes widen, and I start laughing. "So pretty recently? What, a couple of years ago?"

He turns a bright red and states, "Yeah, before he started dating his current girl. I don't know, we just haven't stayed in touch."

Well, moving along from that.

"Dance floor, now," I tell them.

"I don't really dance." Rowan laughs.

I pull her arm through the crowd of drunk and high people.

I pull her close to me and jump up and down, singing along to the music playing. She stood there for a moment, and I emphasized that she should join me.

She slowly starts jumping with me and enjoying the music.

Cory is dancing along to the music, and I grab his arm to spin him around.

We all dance together, laughing, and feel a sense of completeness.

I feel a pressure on my back that knocks me into Rowan. Making our noses touch and our lips almost connecting.

I stood there, surprised at myself that I didn't pull away.

She backs up and looks at me, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry..." She states before leaving through the crowd of people.

Shit.

Time stopped. Before I could even think, I was running after her.

I ran towards her last direction. I looked to my left and right, but I couldn't find her.

Past the crowd of people, I noticed a person leaving through a red 'EXIT' door. I ran as quickly as my legs would allow me towards the exit and pushed open the door as hard as I could.

Once I was outside, I noticed the dry, hot, and windy air. I saw a brunette woman walking towards a car.

I ran after her and quickly made my way towards where she was standing.

"Rowan, I'm so sorry," I yell after the figure gets into the car.

I see the woman tense, pause, and hold her breath. It felt like minutes passed before she turned to face me.

"Sorry for what? Fucking up my life, coming back into it and fucking it up again?" She yelled.

Her anger caught me off guard. "Fucking up your life? You walked back into mine and pretended I didn't fucking exist." I yelled back.

Rowan's POV

"Sabrina, I didn't fuck up your life. Yours prospered at my god damn expense. You were always going to make it big. I knew I wasn't." I screamed.

"Save me the fucking pity party." She starts, which makes me feel frustrated. "Know your fucking worth. You are extremely fucking beautiful and talented."

I pause, overwhelmed by her sharp compliment, her gazing blue eyes, and the determination on her face.

Tears fill my eyes, catching me by surprise. I wasn't expecting this person to affect me the way she used to.

"Fuck you." I cry out.

"Fuck you," she responds quickly.

My eyes widen as she moves closer to me, crashing her lips into mine.

I deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth and pushing her against the passenger door of my car.

I put my knee in between her legs, causing a sigh to slip from her lips.

She opened the passenger door in the back seat of the car, which I mistakenly left unlocked, and she pulled me inside.

Sabrina flipped me onto my back and straddled my lap. I couldn't help but bite my lip.

"You're strong for a small person," I say while laughing.

"You won't be laughing while my knuckles are deep inside of your pussy, Rowan." She states, staring down at me.

I felt a pulse between my legs and swallowed. My heart started beating uncontrollably, and I became increasingly nervous.

"Fuck.." I sighed as I slightly parted my lips.

"Open your fucking mouth." She demands as she sticks her middle and index finger into my mouth, making me suck it.

She stares down at me intensely, causing my cheeks to become warm as I move my mouth up and down on her fingers.

She slowly pulls her fingers out of my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva.

"Open your legs." She commands, getting off of me, allowing me room to move.

She watches me intensely, and I pull up my dress, revealing a thong. I prefer not to wear regular underwear.

She turns a bright red, presumably surprised at my stylistic choice.

"You are so fucking sexy.." she breathes.

I became shy, instinctively closing my legs. She puts her hands on both of my knees and spreads them open.

"I didn't fucking tell you to close them did I?" She says sarcastically.

I blush, being unable to move, caused my insides to turn.

"Fuck Sabrina, why are you being so aggressive?" I ask, letting out a shaky breath.

She leans down, and whispers in my ear, "To show you how much of a whore you are." My mouth becomes dry, and my breathing quickens.

Sabrina looks down at my underwear and notices the soaked spot forming. "Fuck, you're so wet.." She breathes out.

She moves my underwear to the side and places her ring and middle finger inside of me, causing me to let out a drawn-out moan. "Fuck."

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My Angel - Sabrina Carpenter

Chapter One

Summary: Several years after Girl Meets World, Sabrina Carpenter and Rowan Blanchard reconnect. Will their reconnection be filled with memories, hate, romance, or lust? Fame intrinsically affects their relationship, causing the two to succumb to societal norms and pressures.

Word count: 1.5k

SMUT WARNING (Not in this Chapter)

Sequel to 'In Love With an Angel'

[ Reading the prequel is NOT essential to understand the story ]

A/N: This book was initially written on Wattpad, and the writing format reflects the 2018 Wattpad writing style. For the best reading experience, I recommend using Wattpad.

Chapter One

Maya's POV

I stared at her lying on the hospital bed. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks.

This isn't caused by cancer.. It couldn't have been, right? Right.

I'm just done. My life is gone. I love her. The love of my life, gone.

She's still alive. She has to be. More tears rolled down my cheeks.

I touched her pale skin softly, and I pressed my warm lips on her cold face.

"Why couldn't I be in her situation?" I said, sniffing.

I felt a hand move against mine.

I looked down to reveal a beautiful brunette staring at me.

Her eyes were no longer brown, but now a perfect gray.

She gave me a weak smile.

"I love you, you're my hart." She said, closing her eyes slowly.

Her skin was white as snow.

She took one small gasp before the buzzer started beeping.

I know she was gone.

"I'm in love with an angel," I said, smiling at her.

Sabrina's POV

"Now what the fuck was that depressing ass shit?" I stated on an Instagram live stream, reading a book titled 'In Love With an Angel.'

The comments flood in of laughing, skull, and crying emojis.

"I'm not sure how I'm supposed to take this." I laugh and continue, "I don't know what to say... At least the author was upfront on how cringy the book is."

I roll over from a sitting position to lying on my stomach with my phone in my hand. "Why do you guys want me to read cringy books off of Wattpad? Especially a strange one..."

I laugh at the comments pointing out my facial expressions during the 50 minutes it took for me to get through a horribly written book from the mid-2010s.

I sighed and pointed out, "I appreciate the thousands of you that sat through that, I'm going to end the live. I hope you guys have a great evening!"

Once I clicked the 'end live' button on my phone, I decided to text Megan.

theestallion

sabrinacarpenter: hi love, hru?

theestallion: i'm alr, tired but making it. hbu? i saw your instagram live LMAO. are you coming to the party tonight?

sabrinacarpenter: i'm glad you're doing okay. i'm good, tired too. OMG?! i'm not sure if i'm coming. what time does it start?

theestallion: 11

I look up at the shelf where my clock sits to double-check the time. The time reads 8:43 in bold neon-pink numbers. I quickly started typing.

sabrinacarpenter: actually, yeah i'll come. we pregaming at my place or yours?

theestallion: mine. Please don't forget to bring my lip liner.

I place my phone on the counter and begin packing a small book bag. I make sure to include Megan's lip liner, my wallet, a change of clothes, and toiletries.

Once I have packed my bag, I look in the mirror. I looked a hot fucking mess. Luckily, Megan can help me get ready.

"Oh shit." I remember as I grab my concealer, foundation, and lipstick. I dashed over to my nightstand to grab my car keys.

I made my way downstairs and walked out of my front door. As I was walking out of the door, I got a text from my sister, Sarah.

Sarah

Sarah: Heyyy sab, I was wondering if you're free to take a trip with Cayla, Shannon, and I sometime next week? We all haven't gotten together since you were on tour, so I wanted to check to see if your schedule is clear.

I sighed, pausing my steps outside my house and staring down at my phone. What to do, what to do...

Me: hey! i can let you know a little closer to the trip, where do you plan on going?

Sarah: Okay, great! We are thinking of Vegas for a short weekend getaway.

Las Vegas? I fucking love Vegas.

Me: okay perfect, i'll let you know if i can come! my schedule has been a little crazy so i will keep you updated.

Sarah liked the message.

I unlock and sit down in my Mercedes-Benz. I start up the car and head down Hollywood Hills.

I get to Interstate 10 and I start heading towards Megan's house. I turn on the radio, and I hear Espresso blaring through my speakers. I narrowed my eyes and switched the radio station to 80s rock hits.

The drive was around fifteen minutes. Luckily, Megan did not live too far away. I was lost in the music and my concept of time.

Once I passed her security gate, I noticed her peaking outside of her window as I pulled in. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car.

As she walked outside, she looked fucking amazing. Her hair was long and curly, her smile was beautiful, and she had on sweatpants and a graphic t-shirt.

"Sabrina Carpenter is wearing pants?" She laughed.

"I can take them off for you, love." I laughed as I walked up to her. She embraced me with open arms and smelled amazing— a mix of cocoa butter, perfume, and hair product.

"Alright, love, let's get you put together." She laughed, pulling me inside her house.

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It took around an hour for Megan to help me straighten my hair and finish my makeup, forty-five minutes for her to complete her own preparations, and another forty minutes or so for us to pregame and catch up.

"Yes, girl, she's pregnant AGAIN," Megan emphasized as I covered my mouth in shock.

Once we finished getting ready, we checked the time. I looked at my phone to see that it was 10:56. "Oh shit, we're gonna be late." I gasped.

"Fashionably." She responded.

Megan called her driver to take us to the party. I'm not sure who will be there, but I was already feeling tipsy, excited, and slightly nervous.

"She's here." She notified me as a black car rolled towards us.

Megan opened the door for me, "after you."

I smiled and laughed, "Why, thank you."

I sat down in her SUV and looked at the driver. The dark-haired driver did not face me.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Carpenter." She stated plainly, in an almost robotic tone.

"Sabrina. No need for the formality." I smiled at her.

"Damn girl, you look fine," Megan stated, catching me off guard.

I hesitantly smile at her and said, "thank you love, you're looking damn good yourself."

She giggled and took a picture of me. I posed.

She posted the photo to her Instagram story, and I smiled.

"What's your name?" I asked the woman driving us to the function.

"Alejandra." she responded.

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We arrived at the party at around eleven.

There were a large number of people in the building. The party was dimly lit, with neon lights flashing every couple of seconds.

I was definitely feeling more than tipsy by this point, a complete miscalculation of my tolerance.

"I'm gonna go find Isis, I'll be right back," Megan yelled over the sound of speakers blasting and people talking.

I headed towards the open bar to grab myself a shot. The bartender was a gentleman with long locks.

He smiled at me, revealing the diamond grills on his teeth.

"Hey, beautiful. What can I get you?" He asks, looking directly into my eyes.

"A double shot of vodka," I respond.

"Bet." He responds by pouring me a double shot into a glass with a lime and handing it to me.

I drank the shot and immediately felt a burning sensation in my chest. I put the lime to my lips and sucked it quickly.

Once I felt tingling in my arms, I put the shot on the counter.

"Damn girl. Here, next drink's on me." The bartender smiled.

"Thank you." I smile sweetly, "I'll take whatever you recommend."

He pours me a drink and hands it to me.

"SABRINA!!!" I hear a voice yelling to get my attention. I turn to my left to see a familiar face.

"ISIS!!!" I yell back, giving her a large embrace.

"Girl, we have to take a picture, I haven't seen you in so long." She emphasizes.

"Are you drunk?!" I question.

"Girl, just tipsy," She laughs.

Megan takes a picture of the two of us, laughing at our interaction.

I look up, after taking the photo, and see a familiar face.

"No fucking way..." I get lost in my thoughts. Why is she here? I haven't seen her in over seven years. Why hasn't she texted me?

We lock eyes. Her brown eyes look surprised, and then relaxed.

People walk between us, dancing, drinking, and yelling. It feels like time has stopped for a moment. All I can see is her.

She quickly averted her gaze, heading towards the bar.

"Excuse me for just a moment," I tell Isis and Megan.

"Yeah, girl, of course," Megan responds.

I make my way through the crowd of people towards the bar.

I sit next to her and place my drink on the counter.

"Can I get a daiquiri?" She asks the bartender. He nods, and she coughs.

"Rowan... How are you?" I ask.

"Fine, how are you?" She responds quickly and sharply.

I look at her with pure confusion, hurt, and shock. She continues watching the bartender make her drink.

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Continue to Chapter Two