And He Still Didn't Fire Me

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I couldn't sleep last night. It was as if I felt a new change in me, a new feeling.

I'm getting dramatic, screw you Armani Model.

I lay on my bed, face stuffed in my pillow. Groaning, I slapped myself. Yes, I slapped myself. The flashbacks of last night were too stubborn to leave me, those clingy bitchy flashbacks. They kept reminding me of something and everything. The way he left a lingering feeling that gave me chills which ran through whole of my body. The way my shoulders slumped in defeat as if I expected something more. And mostly, the way I felt a pang of regret in letting him go.

I slapped myself again to get rid of those thoughts.

The knock on my door swept me back to reality, but I was in no mood of facing someone.

"Don't come in! Unless you're David Beckham..." I shouted at the door, mumbling obscenities under my breath. But of course, the door opened and my mother walked in with the aura of elegance around her.

"Jeez... you're not even close to David..." I huffed nastily.

She simply shook her head and sighed as she looked around my room. It probably didn't match her standards, because of the tangled wires of various devices along with empty cans and wrappers. Did I mention the pile of dirty clothes?

"Your room is a mess." She pointed the obvious.

"Sommem oye." I spoke but my voice was muffled. Lazily lifting my head up I spoke again in clear words, "So am I." then slammed my face back into the pillow.

The silence that crept up in the room made me believe that my mother was giving me 'the look'. Turning my head in her direction, my thoughts proved to be correct.

She stared at me.

And I quickly sat up, running a hand through the curly nest I call hair, which reminds me I need to get a trim.

"Candy Rose Lockwood." Her stern voice made me cringe, as if a principal had caught a student bunking. Well basically, it means trouble.

"Hi, Mom." I smiled at her lazily, avoiding the look in her eyes.

Sighing, she looked around and raised her hands then let them fall to her sides. Shaking her head, she turned around while saying, "Last chance. Clean your room. And come out of this hell hole, we're having lunch in ten minutes. You missed breakfast by the way." With that, she left.

She didn't even say anything?

Guess my luck is with me today.

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"If I take pictures while you do your dance..." I hummed to myself as I walked through the hallway to get back to my room after lunch. I walked past the guest room where Jennah stays to see the door half open. Shrugging, I kicked it open fully and walked inside to see Jenna watching something on her laptop with her back towards me.

It wasn't just something...

"Are you freaking watching MAGIC MIKE?" I shouted, secretly proud of her choice. She quickly turned around as she slammed the screen shut, giving me a creepy smile.

Is she really related to my mother?

"You should have knocked!"

"I knocked... with my foot." I said, rolling my eyes. I walked towards her smugly and opened it again, and tapped a certain (and my favourite) part of the video.

Channing Tatum's performance played through. Jennah's eyes grew wide as she spared me a glance and started watching it, giving the poor guy different hormonal looks. Grinning in satisfaction, I walked out.