Star-Crossed Secrets

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Ayla's Pov

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't irritated that he didn't text me back, but i wasn't surprised.

Most guys like him would never think twice about a girl like me. I'm way out of his league and should be grateful that he even took a glance in my direction. But that's absolute bullshit.

I know I'm not conventionally pretty, but I deserve the respect, too. My time is just as important, hell, its just as precious as his.
I hate that he has this much of an effect on me. I'd been waiting for hours for him to text me back. Trying to balance work and checking my phone to see if he'd finally text back. But like any typical man, he disappointed me.

And now that he actually was here, I didn't know how to feel. As much as I was excited to go wherever he'd plan to take me, I'm still wary that he may hurt me, so I'm guard is still up high.

"He's going to text back. Stop stressing." Immanuella said in a way to reassure me, but it wasn't really working in my case.
"You should've seen her yesterday. She was blushing and all."
"Shut up, Melody." They all laughed in synchronization.
"I don't know how you guys have so much time to be stressing about a guy. You're worth more than that." Maleini said, taking a bite of her sandwich.
Maleini was right. I need to focus. I have my own goals that I need to strive for, but still, my mind found it way to drifting back to thoughts of him...

Once my shift had finished up, I went to change, grabbing all my things with me. He'd been waiting outside, probably to avoid contact with people since he is technically a celebrity and I am a nobody.

"Are you ready for the time of your life." He asked, lending his hand out to help me with my bags.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked warily, slowly handing my bag over, "Wouldn't be much of a secret if I told you. Let's make one stop before we go." I simply nodded and followed his lead. He opened the door to his All Black Range Rover. I won't pretend and say it wasn't nice because I had never seen one, let alone be in one. This a small town, not many know about this place and we weren't rich or anything. Just average. So anybody would be able to see that he wasn't from here. So much for trying to stay undercover from paparazzi.

"Any music preferences?" He asked as he drove, "Not really."
"You're lying." He countered, simply staring at the road.
"I'm good with anything. I swear." He chuckled, passing me his phone to play whatever song I'd like while he drove off. Deciding on a safe option, I played Summer Girls by Blaze. He was Melody's favourite artist. I wasn't one to admit it, but he's music is pretty decent. If I told her that, she'd never let me leave that down.
"You love his music?"
"I wouldn't say I love his music. There's just a few selections of his music that I listen to occasionally."
"You know who I like listening to?"
"Who?" I asked enthusiastically,
"You." He casually said with his hands on the wheel, looking straight ahead. I can't describe the literal butterflies I felt in that moment. You know when they said man cannot fly, I'd be able to prove them wrong. I believe I can fly!

Even in his facial expression, it was visible that he may have been aware of the butterflies I felt. Wasn't like i was hiding it.
I glanced at him to see his sly smirk appearing on his face. He knew what he was doing but I wasn't complaining.

Before I knew it, we'd arrived to a mall i wasn't familiar with...
I was confused why we'd been here in the first place, but I didn't feel questioning him too much.
He went to my side, opening the door for me to come out. When I got out, it hit me that what I was wearing decreased the market value of the place we were in. UGH! I hate being so self conscious.
This wasn't just any other store. If people saw you come out of one of these doors, they'd think you were set for life. Like they would assumed we slept on money daily. "Wait, what are we doing here?"
"Like I said everything is a surprise, don't read too much into it angel."
I sighed as I followed on from behind him, once I caught up we made our first stop to a Jewellry Shop. It actually was just called a Jellwery Shop, but the name doesn't bring justice to all that I saw. Everything sparkled in here. I swear I could see my own reflection in some of the diamonds put on display. But the prices brought me back on Earth. There's no way I could afford any of this on a baristas salary.