*smirks evilly Enjoy
That's the magazine☝🏾️
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"V, I don't like this one!" She throws at least five more dresses at me. "You have to look trendy at the Manifique Ball so you can blend in with those fashion pricks." I roll my eyes at her snarky comment, "but I'm not them."
"Can't I wear jeans and converse?" I whine. "So, I brought all these dresses for nothing!" I giggled at how easily worked up Veronica gets, when it comes down to clothes. She sighs, "come on, I can't go, so the least you could do is wear a dress."
I looked at her fake frown, and gave in. "Fine." She hands me this nice red silky dress. It was very short, and had a steep collar. The spaghetti straps made it look even more sexy. "Try it on, like today grandma!"
I removed the previous dress and slid it on, nice and easy. The way it captured my body's shape made me awe in disbelief. I looked at it in my body mirror, and it looked as if it was a second skin. I have never thought of myself as pretty, or even beautiful.
Until, today.
"Wow." Veronica's eyes lit up in satisfaction. How could I blame her, I'm shocked as hell as well. I removed the dress and put it on my hanger. Tomorrow is the big day. I put on my pajamas, when I heard a loud bang against the door.
"What the hell!?" I walk out my room, and I turn towards the door. I open it immediately and flashes of lights burn my eyes. "Get in, get in!" Jack shouts. I see Jack and he was pushing me out the door way, causing him to trip over and to fall on top of me
Click. This women shoves a microphone in my face and tried to interview me, with no permission. "Excuse me, evacuate the premisses!" Veronica shouts. She pushed the door, causing everyone to leave, nearly slamming their fingers.
Jack was still on me, and I blushed in embarrassment. "What the hell just happened?" Jack got off of me and helped me off of the floor. "Well I was walking around this area and the paparazzi caught me and chased me." He replied.
"So why did you come here?" Veronica blurted out. "Well this was the closes place to an escape." He said. I couldn't imagine what it's like to be a celebrity. It's like, all of your personal life will never be personal because your business is everyone else's business.
I sighed. He walked towards my couch and plopped on it, and groaned. "So do you know what your gonna wear at the ball?" He asked. V and I exchanged looks and nodded at the exact same time. We giggled afterwards.
"So, are you staying here?" I blatantly asked Jack. "Ah, can I?" He asked hesitantly. "Sure, no prob!" I shouted, not realizing that I sounded a little desperate. I grab him a pillow and a blanket and gave it to him. "Great." He could have said thank you and all, but you know great is good too.
V grabbed her purse and sandals, and headed towards the door. "Where are you going?" I looked at her. "Gotta work." She walked out leaving me slightly disappointed. At least I'm alone with Jack.
I mean, I don't care about him staying.
Yes you do.
I just want company.
No, you just want Jack.
I blush at the comments that I'm making towards myself. "Why are you all pinkish looking?" I touch my face, and shrugged my shoulders. "I-it doesn't...mat-mater!" I cover my mouth with my hands.
Why am I stuttering,
and why do I feel this way?
I bit my lip to calm my nerves, and I sat on my couch, giving Jack and I some decent distance. "Um, that wasn't weird. Wanna play a game?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders, "what game?" He tapped his chin with his finger thinking. "5 questions and 5 confessions!"
I raises my eyebrows in confusion, "isn't it 20 questions and 20 confessions?" He shrugged his shoulders, "not my version." I crossed my arms and slumped back into my couch.
"You go first." I gestured him with my hands to ask me a question. "Ok, how come your always sad?" I adjust the way I was sitting because he asked an uncomfortable question. "I don't know, there isn't anything for me to be happy about." I look down at my feet.
Ever since my parents died, my happiness had no idea existence.
I suddenly awaken from my staring trance. I meet eyes with Jack who was staring at me intensely. Looking as if he wanted to hear more. I look away trying to avoid anymore awkward encounters. "My turn." I bit my lip, "what's your biggest fear?"
He smiled. "Easy, love." I felt a quick shiver. He can't be scared of love. If anything I would die to have love, seeing that my life is a living sloth. It's slow with no meaning, nor interest. "Why?" I asked. He smiles a little. "Cause, love can be so strong, that once it's gone, your left empty."
Speechless . Speechless is how I felt towards the words that Jack spoke. It seemed as if he has so much meaning to him. "Jack, I think I'm tired." I announce. I gave up the game because I needed time to think. What has made him afraid, to love anyone?
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"MADDISON!" I awake from my bed, getting up and tumbling on the floor. I was still tangled in my covers so it was hard to move. Plus, I was still half sleep and my vision was off. I heard someone screaming my name.
"I'm coming, where are you?" I was finally able to crawl out of the comforter. I got up and turned towards the hallway, and hit my head on the wall that I forgot was there. I was so tired that my thought process wasn't even clear.
"Shit." I rub my head at the uncomfortable pain that covered my forehead. "Hurry!" I turn the corner the right way, and walk towards Jack. "What the hell was so important that you had to wake me up!?"
He handed me the magazine, and my eyes lit up in horror. "What the hell!" I couldn't believe my eyes. The magazine stated, "Check out Gilinsky's new hottie. How long do you think this relationship will last?" I immediately ripped out the page.
"We have the Ball tonight! Do you know how many people will think we're dating!" Jack nodded in agreement. "I mean your nice and all but I can't be seen dating a photographer!" I had a quick gasped, that I let out hearing the words.
In that moment, I didn't care about the magazine. What Jack said, hurt. "What do you mean, you can't be seen dating photographer?" I looked at him with my undivided attention. He scratched the back of his head. "I..meant..I."
"You meant you don't want to be seen dating me. Well, I understand." I started to tear up a little, "I'm an ugly, low life, stupid, stupid, photographer, who for a second actually liked you!"
He tried to say something but I gestured him to leave by pointing to the door.
I broke down and sobbed. "Maddison?" He asked sincerely. "No, please leave!" He got up and left. I just stood there. I never dated anyone. I never really loved anyone, besides my grandmother. I liked Jack.
At least I thought it is. Now I get it. Love is so complicated. Even if you just have a crush, it hurts the most when you know that the person you like will never like you back.
Which is my current situation.
Just like Dan, and anybody else who doubted me said, "your a stupid, stupid girl Maddison!"
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I know this is a little off topic, but does anybody read in a different voice? I just want to know because I do. Like if it's a man character, I would read it in a man voice.
Idk, this is weird.
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