In the next two hours, I had to tell a few more lies when it was my turn to talk about something. I could not have them finding out who I was. Also, it was funny for me to be another person, to be a teen with a totally different life, just chilling with friends.
I had some good friends and played a lot with the girl next door to my grandparents. Sadly, because of my constant moving, I couldn’t keep any of them. My good looks helped me find the attention of the boys and I dated a lot in high school.
I was no saint and I knew what a guy would like. After my parents died, I was a rebel outside my grandparents’ house and a caring grandchild when at home. I hid within me the battle between the wild and the polite girl, until I got robbed from every piece of family I had. After being the closest person to the person in the coffin at four funerals, I left the honest me in the past.
Knowing that I became a part of this group for the evening, I had to act now. For all they knew, I was going back to my town the next day. There was something missing in this scene. Glancing around, I could recognize two hormonal teenage boys who would go in the diner’s bathrooms to have sex with Melanie if she just winks at them. Her brunette friend, Brittany, was just a filler - a buffer.
I could not blame the guys for wanting the blondy. She had a perfect body, being a cheerleader and taking a lot of hikes in nature. Her golden hair, cute small nose and hazel eyes even got me to stare a few times. The boys were somehow on edge, Ed - a cute guy with chestnut locks falling around his face in a rock-star way, and John - his freckles were pretty much all my eyes landed on when I looked at him. They seemed nervous and eager to impress Melanie.
That was something that could become a problem or be in my favor. The cheerleader was keeping her distance from the opposite sex and was somehow composed, uptight. What was missing in this scene was alcohol. I had to get them out of this place and make Melanie drink. She had to relax and loosen up.
“Hey, guys, why don’t we all get out of here?” I shouted enthusiastically.
“And go where?” Melanie turned to face me, our eyes met up close again, as I was sitting next to her, but this time I let mine linger on hers.
“To a bar, or a disco. I don’t know. Where do you guys go in this town?” I responded with a smirk, making it look like it was their idea to go somewhere.
“I would go to a disco.” Ed said with determination.
“Yeah, sounds great.” John agreed, moving at his spot as he was about to get up and go.
“Hm-hm! Aren’t you missing something? It is late, and we are not all eighteen here.” The brunette cleared her throat, making me hide my palms under the table, as they transformed into a tight fists.
“I can fix that. I am good at such things. Trust me!” I gave a playful wink at the group, and it was enough for them to follow me outside.
We loaded in a taxi and went to a nigh-club I knew for months, but lied that I was there for the first time last night. I made sure to sit next to Melanie on the backseat, as Brittany took John’s lap, probably making his pants tight. I gently touched the blondie’s hand and pressed myself to her when the car was making a turn, making it seem like it was unintentional.
The way in was easy, as I paid the guy, who knew my face well. Ed decided to buy us the first round of drinks, and I smiled when all ordered some bad-ass drinks. Yeah, I was still a teenager, but my experiments with alcohol were done. I knew what I was doing, and I needed to be in control of my actions, so I had a fruit cocktail that wasn’t that strong.
The club was amazing. Loud music was making my heart go with the beat and the dim light was calling my confidence. Our surrounding consisted of a number of modern glass tables and sofas with black leather, providing some privacy. Many sweaty bodies were shaking in rhythm before us, forming a sea of people with its colorful waves.
Twenty minutes later, we were on our second round of drinks and the snobbish brunette became a totally different person, taking both guys to the dance floor at the same time. Brittany was chubby, but charming when drunk. She was actually helping my case, leaving me with lonely Melanie at our table.
Leaning down, I pretended that my shoe needed to be tied. When I lifted my head again, I already knew how I would play my cards with the photo for my blog cheerleader story.
“I like your sneakers.” She stated, pushing her voice through the music, her eyes towards my feet.
“Oh, you do! Thank you. I like to walk a lot and my old pair went in the trash.” I responded with a smirk. She was falling in every trap I placed for her.
“Really! I love to walk too. There is a park I visit often.” She leaned towards me, so I can hear her and I did the same, acting like I was surprised of what we have in common.
“Nice!” I shook my head, flashing her my smile. “Those earrings, they are so dope!” I complimented her and gently slid my finger under her ear, my fingers touching the skin of her neck as I inspected the silver jewelry.
I was leaning so close to her face that I could steal her kiss right now. Her still fresh perfume smelled like a flower, but I wouldn’t know which one. It didn’t matter, anyway. This was a one time thing. She was a challenge.
“Thank you.” She yelled in my ear over the music, and I moved just a little to look at her copper eyes, a breath away from her full pink lips.
“OMG, I just got a crazy idea!” I acted as I was surprised.
She shook her head slightly, watching me intently, waiting for me to reveal my thoughts. Then I became serious and hid my face in my palms.
“No, forget it! It was stupid. Impulsive and… Never mind.” I blabbed, knowing that I picked her interest.
“Why? What was it? Tell me, Amy!” Melanie wrapped her fingers around my wrist and pulled gently until my eyes were no longer hidden.
“Oh, it is too much to ask. We just met.” I stated, pursing my lips.
“Spill it, girl! We are friends now, right?” The blondy said and I grinned on the inside.
“Well, I had this crazy idea to… That we can kiss and make a photo. For me. I would send it to the scumbag that tricked me to come here and watch him cheating on me.” I said in a high tone, so she could hear me, but I played a tormented expression.
At first, she just stared at me. Her irises moved from mine to my lips and then repeated.
“I am sorry. I told you it was stupid.” I pushed her to speak, hoping that she would finally react somehow.
“I will do it!” She almost whispered, but I read her lips and saw her confusion turning into determination.
“What?” I leaned towards her, acting like I did not hear her.
“I will kiss you, Amy. But I want that picture sent to my ex as well.” She gave her conditions.
“W-why not? Of course!” I smirked and licked my still red lips while pulling out my mobile.
I gaped at Anna, not sure if I want to scream at her, or hope Jason wasn’t going to be even angrier than before. Maybe he was coming to tell me he was going to sue me for making his name dirty with my lame stories. Another knock on the door made me jump, and I left my warm beverage on the table before I drop it. Stacy and Anna gave me a small smile, both nodding for me to go and open for the rich guy. I sighed and slowly reached the front door of my tiny apartment. My tired, hangover brain couldn’t provide me with the courage to unlock and face the guy I loved. I turned to my friends with a tortured expression. “You can’t know everyone and can’t trust everyone, but sometimes you have to take a leap. Just because you are hoping for the better and are willing to pay the cost if you fail,” Stacy reassured me, and I
I gaped helplessly at him, but reluctantly sat on the sofa across from him. My hands were crossed before me, as it was cold, or someone was going to steal the purse I was pressing to my torso. Noah’s smile returned when I gave him a puzzled look.“To show you how devoted I am to the blog you plan to stop, I will let you go for now,” he stated, making me relieved and mad at the same time. “But you will have only...let’s say to the end of the week. If you do not come to the flower shop with the money by then, be sure on Monday I will be at the Police with a reporter by my side. I know such a piece of juicy news might be worth something too. See how generous I am? I am coming first to you, not media.”I shook my head in disbelief. “How much do you want?” I asked through my teeth.
The rest of the day I spend on the sofa, gazing absentmindedly at the comments on my blog. I searched for Jason’s reaction in the unknown people, but there was no way I could know if any was from him. Probably he just read some of it without leaving a review, as there was nothing mean or hateful written.No matter how low I felt, I just needed to be over with my last challenge, with my paid dates, with my secret personality. I went to my wardrobe, picked a flower dress, brushed my hair, and placed my lipstick. I had done a short research on my last challenge and was going to try and win his kiss tonight.His name was Noah Miller. They called him too pure, a romantic who will not kiss without having feelings for the girl. Well, I wasn’t in a mood to do this, but I just wanted to be done with those dates. I loved my fans and I kind of owed them one la
Feeling nauseous, I woke up, but my eyes refused to open. I rolled from left to right, then back. I stayed this way for a few minutes, then my mind was awake enough for me to remember I fell asleep in Jason’s bed.My eyes snapped open to see my so-called boyfriend, holding my mobile. Swallowing the bile in my throat, I greeted him with, “What are you doing to my phone?”Caught off-guard, he stared at me with parted lips. I sat up, letting the expensive silky cover slide from my body, revealing my naked torso. Suddenly shy, I pulled it back and pressed it to my chest with one hand. Then, with the other, I grabbed my mobile from his palm.“What did you see there?” I demanded to know, my blood frozen as I feared he saw my blog.“Do you ha
My heart skipped a beat and my whole body went cold and then hot in a matter of seconds. Swallowing, I grabbed my mobile and my eyes fell on the cream-colored counter.“She is no one,” I said truthfully, knowing such a person does not exist. “A friend showed me this. Nothing important really.”Jason raised his eyebrows at me, hiding his doubt behind his wine mask. It reminded me I had to go and pick one for myself.“Thank you for your hospitality. This place is amazing,” I changed the subject, but the guild from kissing the Chef suffocated me.Without waiting on any response from Jason, I took the drinks for me and Anna, and hastily left the room, escaping on the terrace.“Here, I bro
Alex’s eyes stared at my mobile, and it took me a while to find an answer. I was failing my challenge. Allura was slipping from my grasp, leaving only the messed-up Amy to inhabit my body. The poor Amy, who had fear of commitment and was now in a relationship with Jason. The same Amy, who suffered through the deaths of all her family, and made a promise to herself she would never love and let another person break her heart. “Um, I was checking something,” I responded as convincing as I could. “There is a kid we share a fence with, he is constantly stealing my cat. I put a nanny to watch over it, and make sure Fluffy will stay at home.” Alex just kept on gaping at me, so I leaned toward him, making the screen of my mobile barely radiating any light. “Never mind, give me those tasty lips of yours. Would you, Chef?”