And He Still Didn't Fire Me

Let it go

"So Kim, lets show the results of the matched horoscopes of Lucas Banks and Candy Lockwood to our viewers!"

"Sure, I matched their zodiac signs and was really shocked to see that Lucas Banks and Candy Lockwood have a great future ahead, after some hurdles! It says that the famous player-"

I turned off the TV. Perks of being the billionaires' kids.

As I couldn't get the cliche events of yesterday out of my mind, I decided to sleep in today.

Typical, I know.

I don't know how to react around Lucas, the jerk. Or how would I face Natalie with the amount of guilt I have. Plus, the paparazzi out there is the icing on the cake.

Getting bored of playing Call of Duty, I shut the it and stretched on the carpeted floor. And don't you say I disrespected it. Staring at the ceiling, I thought about yesterday's events.

Nathan Banks.
The sweet, kind and gorgeous young man. I thought I had a crush on him, but no. The dance, and my body's reactions proved me wrong.

Lucas Banks.
The asshole, jerk and arrogant player. I hate him. A lot. End of discussion.
Taking out my laptop, I searched for funny songs to listen to. And there popped up, 'My milkshake'. I decided to play it on full volume, connecting my speakers.

As the music started, I couldn't help but laugh like a retarded seal while clapping my hands. What's with this song? I started dancing freakishly, around my room.

Enjoying alone at its best.

As I was trying to do a freaky chicken dance, I saw my Dad leaning against the door with his arms crossed, and an eyebrow raised along with an amused expression. I looked at him with a sheepish smile and turned the music off.

"Uh, Hi ... " I awkwardly waved at him, trying to control my laugh. As soon as saw him hiding his smile, I burst out laughing. He managed the same reaction.

After getting sober, I slowly sat down on the bed as my father joined me. He looked at me with a cute smile, studying me.

"Um.... what?" I finally asked him as he continued looking at me.

"So you made it to the attractive assistant, and kinda made him fall into your spell. What next?" He asked, smirking.
I let out a short, bitter laugh at his statement.

"I hate him, Dad. He's an asshole."

"And you like that asshole?"

"No way! I can't even stand him a second!"

"That's why you kissed him, right?"

I took a deep breath, and said, "That... didn't happen." I retorted lamely.

"Sure it didn't, sweetheart..."

"Dad, just don't call me that."

"Why? Reserved for others?" He winked.

"God, no!"

"Get ready. I'm dropping you to your office. You can't stay at home, and dance on weird songs... You already embarrass me a lot."

"Let's pretend that didn't happen, okay?"

"Sure, after you come."

" I don't want to go, dad." I stated sternly.

"You don't want to go, but you have to, Can. You not showing up will make it more difficult. I have no idea what happened there, why after that kiss you decided not to show up... You know what I mean? It'll make the situation even awkward..."

I simply nodded. Who can refuse to a father's little awkward yet sweet speech?

"Now get your 'Candy is back mofos' spirit back in you and get to the car. I have a nutella with me." He bribed, wigging his eyebrows. I hugged him like a happy child before he walked out of my room.

My father, Mason Lockwood was a jock in his times. I guess that helps my situation.


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As I got out of my father's Bentley, he shouted behind me, "Let it gooooo!" I turned around to see him but he quickly sped away.
I love my father.

As I walked towards the building, I instantly remembered my first task. Rushing to Sam's, I quickly grabbed the drink and told her to keep the questions for later. As I got out of the coffee shop, I quickly emptied the liquid laxative bottle in it. It will keep him in the washroom for 3 hours.

A simple kiss won't change me, Lucas. I'm still gonna make it hell for you.

I advanced towards the building and looked at my reflection. I felt proud, as I was back to myself. Aqua green jeans, and a Pink Panther shirt. My hair was up in a messy bun. My skin was clean and free of any makeup. I was me.

Smirking at myself, I entered the building.

Let's get the real war started now, shall we?