My boss is my freaking Ex?!!!

Prologue

"Hey, Abby, Happy birthday!" A girl I didn't recognize greeted me enthusiastically. The greetings seemed endless and I couldn't even recall how many times it was already. I nodded and said my thanks, nonetheless. It was a good day and I was in such a good mood. It was, after all, my birthday. My steps were as light as feathers as I continued to glide through the school corridors. Looks like everyone will be attending my party later, I told myself. A smile crept in my lips, wondering in excitement what my cute boyfriend would give me as a present this year. The thought made me even happier and every person who came across me were blessed with my most gorgeous smile. Everyone called me; Abby, well, of course with the exception of my grandmother, who would always call me; Abigail, when she would get angry at me and at most times she would. Yeah, what a poor thing was I for having a control freak of a grandmother, but she was the only family I had left and that I was thankful enough for at least having a grandmother whom I knew, loved me even in her own scary way. Moving on, I was one of the famous figures in my school and the hottest girl at that, and if I may add, the center of envy among girls. Who wouldn't? I was pretty popular since I was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Not only that, I was quite tall for my age and had a body every girl would die for, and that, of course was according to my ever supportive best friend; Eloise. I remembered how she described me during one of our conversations:

"You know what, I envy you," Eloise blurted all of a sudden.

"What, why?" I asked, confused by her words.

"You see, you're this girl with mesmerizing hazel eyes with lashes that almost all the guys would fall for—"

"Oh, shut up!"

I covered her mouth, but she still went on, "ah, that natural straight, light auburn hair that beautifully splayed loosely on your beautiful shoulder, a slender pointing nose that looked oh so perfect with your oval-shaped face, ugh and those pinkish full lips that I definitely would love to trade in with these thin lips of mine. How unfair this world to me," she mumbled, nonsensically. I laughed—quite an exaggeration, I believed, but yeah, I wouldn't deny that how she said it was indeed a fact, yet I also knew that she was just trying to tease me since she couldn't forget about the bet we were in together and that she'd lost to me.

The thing about Eloise being envious of me made me shake my head at the absurdity of it since Eloise herself was gorgeous enough to be called one of the hotties in campus. What a humble wench, I thought with a grin and headed to the field for the cheerleading practice when someone from behind, covered my eyes.

"Guess who?"

I rolled my eyeballs under his hand, but smiled. Who else would do such common and boring thing, but him, I thought amusingly. Plus, I could smell his mild cologne. "Xander," I whispered his name—a pet name, actually, which I just decided to call him; short for Alexander. I just thought it was a cool nickname, although at first he complained about the name not befitting his personality, still he let me and didn't complain again.

"You got me, babe," he blurted softly with soft chuckles and removed his hand from my eyes, then placed his arm on my shoulders gently. "Happy sixteenth," he went on with his shy greeting and hesitantly kissed my cheek lightly.

"Thanks," I replied, beaming with joy and briskly tiptoed a bit to kiss him on the lips. It was brief, yet I felt the tiny sparks of electricity that I would always feel every time our lips would brush or our skin would touch.

"I'll see you after your practice. Same place. I have something to give you before the party tonight," he uttered shyly, then ran toward the direction of his class without waiting for my response.