Haylen's POV:
He bit his lips, visibly annoyed, "We both know you are lying about this."
"No we don't." I pursed my lips, thinking of something emotional to say to him.
"Why do you keep doubting that I like you? How sure are you that I have no feelings for you?."
"How can you fall in love with someone you barely know?." He asked.
I smiled, "Blame your good looks."
"You pissed Thomas off."
"Why should he be pissed off, I'm falling in love with you, how's that his business? I'm dating you, not him."
"We are not dating," he corrected, "look here Haylen, I don't know what game you are playing but I need to let you know I'm not interested, spare me please."
I stared at him wordlessly.
After some seconds of silence, I finally spoke up.
"What if I say I genuinely like you?."
"You don't." He gave me a bland look.
"How do you know?." I took a step closer towards him, trying to close the distance between us.
He pushed me away softly, and without saying a word, he walked away.
Oh Gracious, this guy was such a hard-to-get chick.
But no doubt, he was a sexy, gorgeous guy.
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"Did you see the look on Monica's face? ," Zoe laughed as she punched Charles lightly on his shoulder.
"Hey Zoe, you know you can actually laugh without physical attack." He said, which earned a smack on his head.
He yelped.
Orieva rolled her eyes, "Can you two stop bickering like kids for once?."
"We can't stop bickering like kids because we aren't adults yet. We aren't up to 18 yet." Zoe chuckled.
She then nudged me, "How's it with Jacean?."
"Still trying to get his ass softened."
They all burst into laughter.
"You are really an Oscar actress. Do you know what's even more funny? Your facial expressions." Orieva said.
I just clicked my tongue, "With ya praises, I'd love to be an actress but nahh."
Charles was about to say something when someone suddenly clapped annoyingly behind us, and we all look back to see it was Monica.
I wasn't surprised though.
I knew she'd meet me with her minions after my little 'drama'.
I gave her one of the best bored looks on my face.
Monica and I were friends in the sixth grade. Then, she had tried to bully Zoe, Orieva and Charles because she had labelled them as 'rich without class' but I was against it. She felt betrayed and refused to talk to me.
The tension got worst between us when I dated her ex; her favourite ex and toyed him around in order to spite her.
That, made us to be enemies and rivals officially.
She twirled her fake red hair which she newly dyed this week.
"Do you know you are unbelievable, Haylen?," she stepped closer, her blue eyes menacing, "you dated Anderson to get on my nerves, and now you are after Jacean?."
I stared at her from head to toe, "When did you start to develop a thing for him?."
"Why you asking?."
I shrugged, "I don't know. But stay away from Jacean. He's mine."
She rolled her eyes, "What makes you think he'd date you? When you are very much aware how he hates spoiled brats like you."
I chuckled, "You are funny Monica, do you know we are in the same category of spoiled brats? We are both, rich, spoiled girls. Who doesn't care about works and stuffs. The only difference between us is that I, am prettier than you."
She clenched her fists. It was one sensitive bitter truth she hated to accept, more less hear about.
She seemed like she wanted to say something, but then she calmed down and marched away with her girls trailing behind her.
"Sometimes I wonder if it's possible for you guys to breathe in the same room." Orieva yawned, a nonchalant expression on her face.
I shrugged, "I hate her as much as she hates me."
I faced Charles and Zoe, "Should we ditch lecture for some hideouts?."
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I told—more like 'lied' to my chauffeur that there wasn't need for him to pick me up from school because of an extra lesson.
Jacean would be going home alone, and I wanted to execute my next plan.
I waited behind the school pillar, trying to be vigilant on when Jacean would pass by.
Then, I saw him walked by, and quickly pulled out a mirror from my bag and checked my face.
Perfect.
Taking gentle, fritted steps, I slipped into the back of his car and bent without his noticing.
It was when he drove midway away from school did I sit up and make a sound.
He was stunned to see me as he stared through the review mirror and then looked back, "Haylen?."
I smiled, "Yes baby?."
"What the hell are you doing in my car!."
Putting, I said, "Is it wrong for me to be in the car if the love of my life?."
He halted the car, "Haylen, your silly game won't work on me."
I folded my hands, "Who said I'm playing games?."
He threw me an unfathomable gaze, "Then what are you doing?."
I sat up on the chair and pulled him closer by the collar, our faces just inches apart.
He really does…have casting sapphire blue eyes.
Due to our close proximity, I could see the golden flecks around them. Damn, his eyes were beautiful.
It was hard to admit, but Jacean Smiths was one goddamned Greek god. The type that exudes calm, beauty, the type that allures and attract you, the type that gets more beautiful the more you stare. If he were a girl, there was no doubt he wouldn't beat me in beauty contest.
"I want to date you." I said, brushing away his dark brown hair.
Lord, this hair was luscious.
He leaned forward, and my breathe had hitched because I thought he wanted to kiss me until he unbuckled his seatbelt to move freely and then pushed me out of the car.
I sat on the ground, dazed as he drove away leaving nothing but particles of dust as I coughed uncontrollable.