To Be Different

Chapter 21

I press the buttons on the elevator and wait for the my escape out of this place.

When it opens, I find the least expected person waiting for me.

"Let me make myself clear." Hilma says sternly. "I hate secrets and mostly; liars. What's going on between you and Paul?"

I stare at her, my mouth wide open again!

If anything, this day was going to be longer than I thought.

"Nothing." I respond flatly.

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Two hours later, after I have convinced her at least ten billion times that I was more into Jace Norman than I was into Jace Cowell, she finally let me go.

I told her at least ten thousand billion lies about how much I despise Paul and how much Norman makes me feel.

I'm dumb! Dumb! Dumb!

"Does that mean I can have a chance with Paul without you feeling bad?" She'd asked and I had given her an Oscar winning award smile.

"Feeling bad?" I scoffed. "Dating Paul is like being with my own brother Jeffery. He's that fruendzoned."

Yes. And I'm that stupid.

I wouldn't blame the Grammy's if they were to nominate me for the World's dumbest asshole.

And I wouldn't even be surprised if I was the only nominee.

Heck, the only person getting the award.

After that, she decided to worsen the situation by inviting Paul, Jace and I for dinner at her house.

And me being me, I agreed immediately.

I could handle being around them both in a house full of family members awwing their daughter for getting the most attractive guy in the World.

My crush.

Because let's get it guys.

Let's state the facts and stop being delusional for one's.

I have 0 feelings for Jace Norman.

0 love attraction feelings for my celebrity crush.

It was just a brush of air that apparently tricked my brain into leading him on too.

The feeling with him was different.

It didn't make my heart flutter when he said teaseful comments about my smile.

Let's not even state the points.

I would rather have his dick shoved down the toilet pit than down my throat.

Oww, excuse my language.

It must be my hormones acting up. I was so nervous.

From finding out that those two dickheads where brother's.

That I was messing with two flippin blood related morons.

And to say I was mad at Paul could be the understatement of the year.

When was he going to tell me?

Was he going to just let me make a huge mistake and live to regret it?

I mean I have 0 history with boy's. But that would still make me some whore.

Now to think about it, I was mad.

Furious mad.

What is the worst word for angry again?

Because I was that angry. At myself and him.