Angel In Disguise {ON HOLD!}

Remember me?

"Oh. My. God!!!!!!!!" Han squeals, but I'm too lost in his eyes.

"Uh..hey." Nice going Hailey. Real nice going.

"Um...do I know you?"

Ouch. He doesn't remember.

I look at him and then to the ground, my arm clasping the other. "No. No you don't."

"Oh okay." He rubs his neck as Han stares, gaping at him.

"Hannah, what the hell? You're gonna catch flies." I laugh a bit and her eyes snap to me for the first time.

"How are you not gaping?" She shrieks.

"What's so gape worthy about him?" I nod towards Karlos.

This time both of their jaws drop. What is he...the kings only son who rode on a magical, rainbow pooping unicorn just to get here?

No.

He's just Juan Karlos the player.

Hannah laughs nervously. "Excuse us for a second." And she grabs my arm, pulling me to the bathroom.

~JK's POV~

I listen to their argument from the other side of the door.

"I thought you came from the Philippines!" That perky blonde who keeps gaping over me hisses.

"I was! Five years ago!"

"Well, don't you know about him?"

"What about 'him'?"

The blonde sighs. "Do you know The Voice?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Kids." The blonde adds.

"Yeah...?"

"Well he is from there!"

"So?"

"He got famous!"

"And..?"

"Well show some respect, woman!"

She sighs.

"Alright. You owe me a Panera lunch."

And with that the door opens.

Too bad my ear was pressed to it.

Both girls scream, the blonde falling on a desk and the brunette on me.

"Shit." She cusses.

From this close, I could see a small scar on her jaw line. That was just like Hailey's. And I remember that day all too well.

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"It's my little imperfection." She stares into my eyes with those Hazel Brown orbs. "Everyone has one...physically or emotionally."

Emotionally. My mom. My dad. Everything.

"But sometimes it makes me feel not pretty...well, I'm always not pretty." She says quietly.

I push back her hair.

"No. You're not pretty. You're beautiful."

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"Hello? Earth to Mr. Charmer, can you here me, Mr.Charmer?" The blonde waves a hand across my face.

"Huh? What, Blondie?"

"The name's Hannah." She smirks and juts a hip out.

"Han, don't go all flirty on him." The brunette calls from the beanbag.

"Protective." Hannah mumbles and flops on the bed.

"I heard that!"

I go over to the brunette and sit beside her.

"So...um...what should I call you?" Smooth JK. Real...smooth. I should get a clap, a Grammy even. Oh wait...I already did.

I smirk at myself.

Ms.Brunette(because I'm sooo creative with names) visibly tenses, as if remembering something.

"H. Just H."

WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT?!

"Cool." I lounge back at the couch/beanbag.

"Mmhm." H smiles and becomes engrossed in an episode of The Bachellor.

Girls.

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<Hailey's POV>

"Dinner!" I call out to Han and JK, who are sprawled on the bean bag and watching The Dark Knight.

Teenagers.

"DINNER!" I call out louder, and they stumble into the kitchen.

Hannah made herself up for her "prince charming". She wore a blue skater skirt and tucked an I HEART NYC white t-shirt in it, a few curls in her hair.

I was barely in anything, just a grey tank top and pink Victoria's Secret sweatpants. My hair was done in a messy bun, and the whole outfit didn't match my brown skin. Absolutely not.

I was downright ugly.

We ate my pot roast in silence, the sound of clinking utensils deafening.

"That's it!" JK surprisingly half-shouts, making us both look at him.

"Hannah, I know that's really your name, but H? Why H? What's your real name?"

I gulp.

"Just...just call me H. I'll let you know eh I am when the time is right." I bite my lower lip

"Fine." He grumbles.

Oh, Juan Karlos. If only you knew I know you enough to have your phone number.