The Hottie and The Nottie

1- Slumber Party Disaster

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Chapter 1: Slumber Party Disaster

"Your lipstick stain is a work of art. I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart."

- 5SOS

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Hazel Grace

Usually teens spend there Saturday goofing off somewhere with there peers. Me? It will be a lie if I said that I was out too. I just stayed at home drinking milk tea while reading a nice novel. That's basically my paradise.

I spent my whole afternoon alone in my big house. Big doesn't even describe the space of my home. The lack of adjective is quite frustrating.

Being the only daughter sucks. No one to talk to except for the maids & my personal butler, Mason. My parents going out on a business trip doesn't even make my life better.

Yes, I'm filthy stinking rich.

An ordinary teenager would be hosting a party right now specially if your parents are out for about a month. I have a huge phobia with house parties. Why? You'll know further on.

Let's just say... I'm not ordinary. I'm quite unique, in a way.

Dressed up in my casual outfit, a white loose tank top & a ripped high waisted shorts with a pair of black Keds. I went downstairs to the living room.

Let me guess? you're confuse right now, why a nerd like me use clothes like this. I'm not flashy specially at school. I wear the most unwanted clothes to remain hidden, sweat pants & sneakers. But at home, I wear clothes that will probably shock the whole population of Elmor high. I do have a classy & good sense of fashion. Simplicity comes first though.

As I went down stairs, Mason greeted me with a bow. Respectful as ever. He's sorta my 2nd dad, my dad travels a lot so I'm usually stuck with him. Rejected by my own parents? Neh. I understand them, it's for my future's sake anyway. Beside him stood a boy, same age as me, flashed a smile.

"Miss Grace, Mr. Collins will be your personal assistant from now on." Mason said in his amazing British accent. I wish I have his accent. Me, trying to sound like British is like a sound of a man with nasal problems.

The boy nodded at me when Mason introduced him. This was surprising because my parents never forget to inform me when they hired a new assistant.

I smiled at him warmly. When a sudden splash of familiarity hit me like a huge tsunami. I stood there frozen. I couldn't remove the smile on my face because it stayed there with my widen eyes.

Collins...

Stephan Collins!

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( Last last Saturday... )

Georgina went to my home, unannounced, to tell me that we should have a sleepover. I disagreed but she kept on insisting. That's Georgina alright.

20 minutes before the actual sleepover...

I was busy taking my night shower. I was singing Popular Song while rubbing my hands above my hair, spreading the shampoo. I was dancing like crazy & pretending to be Ariana Grande. Agirlcandream.