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“Anything else you think I should know for tonight?” I shrug and say, “Nothing I can think of. Is there anything you expect of me?” He sighs and says, “Jessica really f-cked up with this. It’s my fault for keeping her around this long and I appreciate you helping me out. I will make it clear that you are just an assistant, so you won’t be expected to pretend you’re my date. They probably wouldn’t believe that anyway.” “Should I be offended by that? Why wouldn’t they believe I could be your date?” I ask, slightly irked.

He was still denying the fact that he unloaded the video. “I don’t have a date, yet.” I finally said. Jeanette let out her signature dramatic gasps, “What is a queen, without a king?” “I…” “We need to find you a date, fast.” “But how?” “Well…” Jeanette trailed off. “I can do it, can I be your prom date.” I heard him say as he walked to my side and stared down at me. Why would he want to help me?

I don't even know her name and didn't bother to ask. Speaking of regretting, Dicken barged into my room unannounced. We were all done with school for today,it's was the thursday ,we still had school tomorrow which was Friday the last day of school for the week to relax and have fun from all the homework and assignment. The day which I was to take my supposed date whose name I don't even know out to a restaurant before finalizing the deal at my hotel. "How the fuck am I supposed to go on date with her if I don't even know her name or have her phone number." I said,my hands on my waist , I watch him make himself comfortable on my bed with my pillow in-between his lap.

He turns to face me and purses his lips before speaking. "Uhm... Who's your date? Sorry, I just got excited and jumped into conclusion. Is..." he says while scratching the back of his neck. "He's not going. Actually, I didn't tell him about it. The media haven't been giving him any peace, and he just needs to lay low. So, Scott, will you be my date?" I smile. "Absolutely!" he smiles back at me and drink his juice. "Anyway, is there a theme or something?" Vic asks, "I need to know all the details before I call Wren."

I said with a drunk grin as I took another sip, the drink going straight to my head. “Alright?” He echoed and I smiled at him, suddenly happy…..the damn drink. “Alright, I’ll let you do it, what’s your name?” I said and he raised a brow then he grinned. “Good girl. The name’s Tom” he said, he stood and pulled me up. He started to lead me upstairs but suddenly our path was blocked by a… Oh my God was I seeing things. The man in front of us was tall, maybe six foot eight, his green eyes looked like a mini stormy sea. He was well built and there was his face, in my drunken state I could register it but I was very well aware of how handsome he was….very handsome.

There’s not much people in my life to tell this to, but my family call it a hobby, so I don’t expect much from him. “Neat.” Yes, yes, a fancy and short word for, you’re lucky you have daddy’s money or you’d be starving. “You?” Then I want to take it back, because he’s here since he doesn’t have one of those. “Don’t answer that.” He hums, and we fall into an awkward silence. What do people talk about during their dates exactly? “What’s your name?” He takes a deep breath like I offended him. “My parents are coming to have lunch with us tomorrow, I would like to know the name of the man I am supposed to be married to, before then.”

“Hailey! Where have you been? I was looking all over for you!” I forced a smile, tugging her along. “I… uh… I’ve been busy.” She tilted her head, chewing her bubble gum. “You know, I have a date for prom. What about you? Someone special?” I shook my head quickly. “Nope, not me,” I said, forcing a casual tone. Lilly smirked. “Hmm… I heard you’re now dating the hot hockey captain.” My eyes widened. “W-What?! Where did you hear that ridiculous thing?”

It’s because of Thea, she influences me a lot jeez. While enjoying the aura, Mj popped up in my mind. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him that night. I know that he remembered me, the way he looked at me.. I really can tell. Out of the blue moon I searched his name on, Enstagram, Ywtter, and Acebook. There were a lot of people named Mark Justin Wayne. He’s so popular way back our grade school days. Why can’t I find him here? ‘I’ve been working on it for so long. I guess I have the courage to ask you on a official date? Cia can we met each other at the Laz Corp front building?’ – Admirer M.

My core aches when he says this, but I will not give him the satisfaction. “Yes, so is your plan to get me wet and horny for a date with another man?” He frowns and steps back. I slip out of his reach and quickly make my way down the stairs towards the driveway. I look back a couple of times, expecting, perhaps hoping, to see an angry possessive Zayne ready to snatch me up, throw me over his shoulder and take me back to his room to teach me a lesson for even thinking of another man. He does not, though, and I am more disappointed than I should be. It is for the best. I fix my frown into a smile as I approach my date. He is standing by his car, looking at his phone. He is gorgeous, beautiful

I'm tired of this bullshit. “No, we wouldn't” “Glad we understand each other” “Who's this girl?”, I sighed as I took out my phone to G****e her name, I swear if there are No results in the search of her name. I'm seriously not going to marry her. I can't marry a nobody, a complete stranger. I have a reputation to uphold. “Layla Jones”, he grinned, and I typed in her name on the search bar. Her name sounded oddly familiar though....