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

Jenna Brooks’s POV “Do you always have to close your eyes shut?” he whispered and I felt him pull away.I slowly opened my eyes and he was now standing a few meters away from me, a smirk on his face. Why did he pretend like he was going to kiss me? Why did he get my hopes up?“I…”He cocked his eyesbrows as he stared down at me, “You didn’t think I was going to kiss you, did you?”My gaze shifted slightly as I nervously tried to avoid eye contact. Of course, I thought he was about to kiss me. Why else would he bring his lips so close to mine?I let out an exaggerated “What,” then told him I was used to closing my eyes whenever someone was too close to my face. I wasn’t sure if he bought it because his face was too unreadable. With clammy palm, I held on to my script and bade him a quick ‘good night.’ before dashing off to my room.************ The following day, I tried to avoid Conrad because of what had happened last night. It was kind of embarrassing for me. That morning,

Jenna Brooks’s POVA week later…A lot had changed in the past week and I sometimes wondered how it all went down. After Conrad and I kissed, a lot of kisses and make outs had followed. We made out in the school auditorium, behind the bleachers, in my room, in his room, on the rooftop and in drama club room—mostly drama club room after we were done with rehearsals. This one week had been the best one week of my life. I still pinched myself every now and then to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.And there was Oliva who hadn’t come to school since the incident. The whole school wasn’t talking about it anymore so I expected her to get her shit together and face the rest of senior year head on. I had asked Jeanette to ask Summer about Olivia but Jeanette had said Olivia already quit working for her. We still hadn’t found out who told everyone about Olivia’s background.And there was Liam, who was sitting across the room in the student’s council room. He was elected as student council pre

Jenna Brooks’s POV “Let’s talk later, Jenna. I think I left the oven on. Bye.” The call ended abruptly and I couldn’t help but be worried. Why would mum not want me home for winter break? As I set my phone down, there was a knock on the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. It was Conrad, he smiled and then walked in as I closed the door behind me.“Hey…” I greeted dryly. I couldn’t deny the fact that I was still worried about the whole Anika thing because I wasn’t sure where I stood. Nobody knew what was going on between Conrad and I and our relationship didn’t have a name either. Deep down, I had always wanted to ask him about where I stood and who I was to him but I had always feared what answer I would get.I sat on my reading table while he took a seat on my bed.“You’re mad at me?” Conrad started, giving me the puppy eyes. I almost fell for it but I stood my ground.“What? No.” I lied.“It’s about what happened at school earlier today, right?” he added as he

Jenna Brooks’s POVAs the night wore on, Conrad, Jamie and I decided to talk to Auntie Laurel on Jeanette’s behalf. She couldn’t possibly stay isolated in her room for so long. As we gathered nervously outside Auntie Laurel’s bedroom, we all exchanged uncertain glances.Conrad took a deep breath and rapped gently on the door. "Mom, it's us," he called out.Auntie Laurel’s voice, muffled and stern, floated from the other side. "What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?"Undeterred, Jamie stepped forward. "Mom, we need to talk about Jeanette. Locking her away won't solve anything. We need to address this issue maturely."Taking this as my cue, I shifted from foot to foot anxiously. "Please, Auntie Laurel, Jeanette deserves to be happy. We can't force her to break up with someone she truly loves."The door creaked open slowly, revealing Auntie Laurel, her face etched with frustration. Her piercing eyes surveyed us, "You think you can come here and lecture me about parenting? I have my r