Chapter 13.

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I could not sleep when I went back home.

After we got separated by Paul's fellow stars, he got one of his guards to drop me home.

I didn't mind. I needed some alone time. I was still unable to believe it.

I kissed Paul Martinez.

Paul kissed me.

Not only that, I knew the secret he kept from everyone.

He was Jace Cowell.

Everything was happening so fast, I didn't know what to think.

Or how to handle the news.

The only think that was on my mind was how soft his lips felt on mine.

I Jessica Shirley kissed Paul Martinez!
Omg!

I was so nervous for the following day.
Paul and I were kissing now!

What was next?

My heart skipped when I thought us kissing in the locker room.

Everyone would be starring!
I will be blushing...

Wow!

Why was I anticipating the next day so badly?

*The next day*

I woke up extra earlier than my alarm clock.

I never took time in the shower, I guess today was different.

For instance, I shaved my legs.

I brushed my brows.

I straightened my hair.

I made my edges.

And wore a white short dress that exposed my thighs a bit.

On top of that, I paired it with long silver hills.

Still, I wasn't so confident with my looks.

What if Paul didn't like my looks?

Frustrated, I apply a bit makeup.

Just a little eyeliner, eye shadow and blush.

Feeling satisfied, I make my way to my dad's car.

Dad doesn't look at me as usual. He drives whilst lecturing me about how I need to keep my grades high.

After all I'm a Shirley.

Blah, blah blah...

He's a well respected man and I should keep his status.

He tells me about a new business proposal from one of his closest friend.

And yes, he apparently already knows that it will get him really high and we might change houses.

I should study hard to be just like him and Natasha.

They are both successful unlike my mother.

To his luck, we arrive into the school when he mentions my mother.

I glare at him hard.

He's the first to dampen my mood today.

"Thanks for the ride." I tell him tightly.

He stops me. "Why are you dressed like that?" His tonne clearly disagrees with my choice of outfit today.

"I'm just dressed like a normal teenager father." I tell him.

He doesn't say anything as I live his car.

I bang the door and hurriedly get out.

I'm so angry.

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