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I rubbed my eyes tiredly, trying to turn over but a strong grip was fastened across my waist.
Oh yeah, Brandon.
I twisted, careful not to wake him up. My nose came in contact with his nose causing his nose to wrinkle cutely.
He looked so damn innocent in his sleep, but little did people know, he's a lying, backstabbing cheater who I've actually invited to sleep in my bed.
His eyes slowly fluttered open, causing me to quickly shut mine.
He released a deep, sexy chuckle.
Jheez, he needs to laugh in the mornings more often.
"I know you're already awake, Sieara." He stated, moving his hand to the side of my face.
"Was I that obvious?" I asked, opening my eyes.
He nodded, biting his lip as he did so.
Lord, have mercy on me.
"I-I need to freshen up so..." I stuttered, swinging my leg over his body to get off the bed.
"Why did you have to get off that way?" Brandon groaned, squeezing his eyes shut painfully.
"Huh?" I asked, quickly retreating my hands when I noticed they were on his chest.
"You're sitting on-"
"Oh my god! I am so sorry! I'm just gonna- Ow!" I shreiked, falling flat on my face as I scampered off of him.
Brandon's laugh echoed throughout my room causing me to scowl in his direction.
"That...is by far the funniest....thing I've ever....seen in my...entire life!" He wheezed, pausing multiple times to laugh.
"Ha...ha." I huffed sarcastically, going on all fours "Now if you'll excuse me..." I started, walking towards my bathroom door "I'm going to freshen up." I finished, slamming the door shut.
His laughter continued even after that.
He's such a jerk.
That was supposed to be the part where he's supposed to help me up; but then again if he fell, face first on the floor, would I help him?
Definitely not.
I'd probably laugh, take a picture, post it on Instagram, laugh some more then finally apologise. Oh and I wouldn't really mean the apology.
Yeah, that sounds like me.
I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth before applying mascara, concealer and a cherrylisious lipbalm. Thereafter I brushed my hair, getting it into curly locks that cascaded across my back.
I exited the bathroom to see Brandon fully dressed. Good.
"I'm getting something to eat, I'll meet you downstairs in five." I huffed playfully, skipping downstairs when I heard a simple ok from Brandon.
Unknown's POV:
The night of the Dance, 1:00 am.
The plan is going terribly, nothing bad enough has happened that will bring Sieara down.
I slumped down in my bean bag, scrolling through my contacts.
My phone suddenly ringed causing me to quickly click the green button.
"What?" I snapped, scowling to nothing in particular.
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The Popularity Project
Teen Fiction"Well, I called you because I've thought about the makeover and--" "She's in." ---------------- Sieara has always just gotten on with life as your average, friendly nerd; but, when she stumbles into The School's Bad Boy, - quite literally- she is pr...
