Jessica Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

If there had been a sweepstakes for Least Likely To Be Secretly Engaged To Me, he would’ve been the odds-on favorite. And now, I’d just claimed him. The room erupted into murmurs, questions, speculation, and even envy. “That’s why she kept it quiet…” “God, what a power move.” “This is a PR masterclass.” Dante said nothing, just slipped his hand around my waist and drew me into the dance we’d never rehearsed, because now, the performance was everything. The music returned, and I let him lead, our bodies close enough to pass for love. I felt oddly powerful. I had just rewritten the narrative in front of an entire room, and no one was none the wiser.

Students start rushing in that direction, murmuring and gasping like something huge is happening. Ava perks up instantly. “Ooh, drama. Let’s go.” I groan. “No. I don’t care.” But Ava is already dragging me forward, weaving through the crowd. “Come on, just a peek.” We push through the swarm of students, muttering excuse me after excuse me, because—let’s be real—we’re both short, and getting to the front of anything is basically a battle. And then, I see her. Jessica Monroe. The most beautiful girl in school, the one every guy wants and every girl secretly envies. Long legs, perfect curves, glossy brunette waves cascading down her back.

Aminah's voice was lighting up now and I just had to reason why and how everything always seems to excite her. "It's all mapped out already. The school authorities already know who'd end up with which post. All the campaign whatever is just for formalities." Kunle answered her but I could barely decipher his words anyway. My attention was on Kunmi who was busy wringing her fingers together, her eyes solely focused on them as if the most intriguing thing in the world. I felt my lips stretching into a lopsided grin without me meaning to. "Yeah but then, it's still fun. I'm so going for the post of the social perfect girl. Babe, don't you think I'd be perfect for the role?"

(Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah)......... Stephanie breaks her hips to the rhythm of the song, making the crowd cheer loud for her. Finally, she was done with work, when she got off stage she saw her brother. " HI Spencer, what's up?" sh

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

Emily's POV *TWO MONTHS LATER* "I can't find the hair pins. Jasmine where did you put them, in here?" "Hold on, you'll wrinkle her dress!" "No, you got the flowers wrong. There're supposed to be twelve, not thirteen. Do you wanna give her bad luck on her special day?" "I swear, I put all the concealers in this bag. Emma, did you remove them to do your own makeup?" "Yes I did, I left them on the table right next to the brushes."

he explained impatiently. "You're exerting so much effort for her." Jessica smirked teasingly as her brother rolled his eyes at her. "I don't understand why you're doing all of this. Just ask her out and she wouldn't mind at all. You're her favourite artist for the love of God!" "That's the thing! I don't want to approach her as Jordan Hill, her favourite artist. I just want her to see me as a normal guy, not Mr Celebrity," he reasoned. "The Gucci bag and five pieces of the new Versace collection." Jessica decided to use the situation for her own privilege.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

Leigh. "Hi, team captain," the high pitched snooty voice of Jessica Owen breezed into his ears followed closely by the heavy scent of her perfume that almost choked him. A luscious body sidled up to him and next he was looking into the contacts green eyes of the high school's cheerleader. "Hi Sica," he managed to breathe through her perfume, offering her a small smile but she only took it as encouragement to shove her heavily made up face and fake eyelashes into his.

"they came back and yelled at me, so I closed it but put my earbuds in and... wait, what?" Maya stood in the middle of the room, still holding her suitcase. "I knocked. Twice." "Oh. Sorry!" The girl laughed, the sound filling the small space. She was tall, wearing an oversized t-shirt with a boy band Maya didn't recognize. Her dark curls were piled on top of her head, her smile wide. "I'm Jess. Jessica Harper. From Portland, originally, but my family moved to Seattle when I was twelve so I claim both. You're Maya, right? They sent the roommate assignment and I tried to find you on I*******m but there were like fifty Maya Chens."