Jenna Brooks’s POV As I saw Conrad approach us, my breath hitched in my throat. Why was he here all of a sudden? What happened to ‘I think we should keep the distance for a while’?“I need to speak with Jenna.” Conrad said, turning to Liam who was still standing there. “But I’m talking to Jenna right now,” Liam replied.Conrad suddenly grabbed my wrist and my eyebrow’s furrowed in confusion. Why was he doing this to me? Why can’t he just tell me what exactly he wanted?“I need to talk to you, Jenna. Now.” Conrad said again, his tone intimidating.As he tried to take me away, Liam suddenly grabbed my other wrist, “I was here first!”Both of them were now holding both my hands and it felt like they were going to split me into two halves. Why not just do it now?!I yanked my wrist off Liam’s hold but Conrad’s grip was way too tight. He pulled me towards the quiet auditorium while I whispered ‘I’m so sorry,’ to Liam whose gaze followed us until we disappeared. Now in the quit
Jenna’s Brooks’s POV “What?” My jaws dropped.“Yeah. It looks like the real deal but it’s not. Where did you get it? Were you conned?” I really wish I was conned. I really wish Jeanette was mistaken. Olivia would never give me a knockoff bracelet. It’s not even about the price anymore but the fact that she lied about her parents getting the bracelet from Italy. Why would she lie to me? Was she not confident enough in our friendship? Did she think I would reject it if she told me she got it for a cheap price?“Yeah, I was conned. I paid a hundred bucks for it,”Jeanette grasped my hands in surprise, “You should have told me, Jenna. I could’ve gotten you the real deal for less.”“It’s fine, Jean. I like it.”“If you say so.”Jeanette went back to pressing God-knows-what on her phone while i pondered on why and how Olivia lied to me. Why wasn’t she honest about it? I thought about texting her but decided not to. It would be better to discuss face to face with her tomorrow at
Jenna Brooks’s POVNEXT DAY… Throughout last night, I pondered over the possibility that Pstar7 was actually a student of Fox Lane High. Then I tried to guess who could possibly be Pstar7. Who was smart enough to be him? When I realized the guessing was driving me nuts, I decided to drop a text in his Dm but he still hasn’t replied my text since last night.“Class…” Mrs Andrés voice statled me. She was standing in front of the class, waiting to get everybody’s attention.I glanced at Olivia’s seat again, she wasn’t in school yet. Why? She was usually the first to arrive and the first to leave. I texted her a while ago but there was no response.“Class, Olivia Downs is absent. Does anyone know where she lives?” Mrs Andrés asked.Everyone exchanged glances and it seemed like they were all confused. We all thought we knew Olivia but the truth was, we didn’t know her enough to know where she lived. How?!!!“No one?” Mrs Andrés asked again before her gaze landed on me. “Jenna?”I fu
Jenna Brooks POV “Olivia?”Immediately, she lowered her head, “Would you like me to get you anything?” She asked again.“I…”I still couldn’t believe my eyes. How could she be a maid? From what I’ve heard, she was from a wealthy family. Had she been lying to me all these while?“If you don’t need anything, I’ll take my leave now,” she added and turned to leave.I sprung up and quickly grabbed her wrist, “Wait, Olivia. You have some explaining to do.”She slowly turned to me, and as if on cue, she suddenly sunk to the floor and started sobbing. I was taken aback. ‘The’ Olivia Downs was sobbing.“This is all your fault, Jenna! You’re a terrible friend.” She said admist sobs.My eyebrows scrunched together and my head tilted to one side, almost like a puppy who heard a funny noise. How was it any of my fault?“I don’t understand Olivia,” I replied as I helped her up but she yanked my hands off.“A good friend would notice what the other friend is going through but you didn’t! You
Jenna Brooks’s POV “Exactly, Jenna. Olivia’s really manipulative.”How could Olivia try to gas light me? I thought we were friends! I pursed my lips and clenched my fists into tight ball. Try as I might, I could not contain my anger. Within seconds, I erupted like a volcano.“How could she be so shallow? How could she try to manipulate me? I thought we were friends? We had lunch together! We skipped PE together! We made fun of the art teacher’s bulging glasses together! I tell her literally everything! I stopped wearing glasses because she said I was way more pretty without them…oh my God! Was that a lie to?…”Conrad didn’t say anything. He just glared at me. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”“Let it all out, shortstuff.”I felt a familiar flutter in my stomach. He called me shortstuff? That was his nickname for me when we were kids. He hasn’t called me that since I came to Fox Lane and i thought he had forgotten about it. But I was wrong! I have never been more happy about b
Jenna Brooks’s POV It was a feminine voice, I raised my head to catch her gaze. The first thing I noticed were her sparkling eyes. She had a rare eye color I couldn’t quite describe.She had long blonde silky hair with extremely long lashes. Her hair was parked in a loose bun. She had full lips, and her golden skin was smooth and flawless. Her posture exuded some kind of confidence.“How do you know I’m desperate to join the drama club?” I asked her, furrowing my eyebrows.“I heard your conversation with Liam. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything.” She replied slowly, her voice was smooth on every syllable.Shit! Did she hear me talking to myself? She probably thinks I’m weird.“You know, I also talk to myself once in a while. I have this tiny voice that actually resonates with me quite well.” She said to my surprise.Finally, someone that matches my level of weirdness.“Really?”“Yes. And sometimes, I’d rather talk to it than talk to people. One of the reasons I don’t h
Jenna Brooks POV What? No, no, no, no, no!!!I don’t wanna be Cinderella. Cinderella requires a lot of work, Cinderella has dialogues, Cinderella doesn’t just stand by the sidelines and make funny hand gestures. I don’t wanna be Cinderella. I want to be a tree, a freaking tree!!!“Congrats, Jenna.” Liam yelled, pulling me away from the crowd, “You got the lead role.”“What? I don’t wanna be the main lead, Liam. I want to be a minor character. For example, a tree.” I vented in a low tone.He leaned in, “What? Jen! You should be happy. You get to be a significant character! ““But I don’t wanna be significant!”“Cut the whining. I auditioned for the prince’s role and got casted as a mouse! A freaking mouse, Jenna!”I pouted, “So much for bad boy charm!”“I wonder who the male lead is.”“I don’t wanna know, Liam. I don’t wanna be Cinderella. Mouse also works. Let’s trade places.” I said with desperation.The thought of standing on stage and talking for too long was unbearable, t
Jenna Brooks’s POV How was it possible? How could Conrad be the prince? No, no, no, no, no! He’s not even the type to be interested in stuffs like this. Conrad being the prince was going to ruin my whole plan. With him as my prince, I would never want to ditch drama club after finding Pstar7. This is bad, real bad.My palms suddenly grew clammy and I took a deep breath, “I…I’m not even sure I’ll take the role.” He cocked his eyebrows, “Why? I think you’ll make a great princess.” he said, softer than I had expected.Why does he have to say it like that?!“I’ll think about it, Conrad.”“Alright, shortstuff.”********** At dinner, Jeanette was the first one to talk about the play to Auntie Laurel. Conrad wasn’t at the table to stop her, he had left minutes ago for a run but only he and I knew he does a lot more than running. How did Jeanette even find out about the play in such a short period of time? Auntie Laurel was excited to hear about it and now that she knew, it