Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

17 ~ Ignored

   "Jade?" Harry was surprised.

   She had her brightest smile that I ever seen. "Harry," she curtsied like a traditional young British lady. I rolled my eyes. This isn't some ball like in–

   Wait, these two know each other?

   "Jade! It's really you!" He came running and he quickly embrace her. There is a tingle of jealously going up from my spine.

   "Long time no see, blueberry," Jane embrace him back. Blueberry?

   "Aw, come on. Anything but that nickname!" He immediately draw back.

   "W-what's going on?" I asked. Damn that stutter.

   "Oh, Taylor," he realized like he thought it's just him and her in the same room—uh, erase that actually. He introduce her, "Everyone, this is Jane, my childhood friend."

   A tingle of relief rushes down on my body. For a minute there I thought she's his ex-girlfriend that he never mentions, but never moves on. Huh, I still have a slight dislike about her.

   "I still can't believe that you're here, Jane! Where have you been this whole time? Why you never send an explanation on your disappearance?" He kept bombarding her as they both go inside. Everyone except my friends followed them, and I can now glare her from behind.

   "Can you believe this girl?" I cross my arms, feeling disgust.

   "Hey," Maria gently slap my back, "Don't judge a book by its cover – that's what they always say. If you listen to one of her stories, she's already a pretty awesome girl."

   "Oh, really?" I sarcastically said as if I ever care. I still don't trust her... yet.

   "Oh, c'mon, Taylor. Don't be such a jealous bitch," Emily poke my waist. I flinch from her ticklish poke.

   "Hey! I'm not jealous. I'm being protective," I protest and covered my sides.

   "Really?" Maria nudge. "Ooo, jealous girlfriend alert!" They both tease me.

   "I'm not jealous!" I stubbornly denied before I went inside, ignoring their giggles as I mutter, "Immature bitches," under my breath.

   Yes, I really lied that I wasn't jealous when I'm really am. The way she stole from my – no, our vacation discussion really made me jealous. Also that includes taking away my time with my family. She can't do that. She can't just walk in unexpectedly when we just arrived home and talk all about herself. Who does she think she is? Queen Elizabeth?

   Well, at least she isn't Harry's girlfriend like me. I tried not to smirk as I walk in. My pride turned off when I hear that whore talking about herself and what happened in her life.

   I'm keeping an eye on you, Jane, I thought as I glowered when I sat next to Harry, too attentive to Jane that he didn't notice me.

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   I slump on my seat, trying to think very hard while I hear her blabbering on and on. All the rest are listening attentively while I wrote down a few lyrics on my notepad that I brought from New York.

'She's not a saint and she's not what you think, she's an actress,
She's better known for the things that she does on the mattress,'

  It's been an hour and a half since she gabble gibberish about her life. They been looking so forward about her life that they forget that I existed. I, little ol' me, am just writing something that could fit about this stealer that appeared after the minute we arrive. I bet she is trying to hook up Harry. I suddenly grip my pen harder, feeling the tinge of jealousy going down on my body. I wrote: