Haylen's POV:
"I'm not tensed, why did you ask that kind of strange question?."
Zoe shrugged, "Jsut felt like," she got up, "what do you have in the kitchen?."
"There's a leftover pizza on the counter."
"Thank ya." She jogged to the kitchen.
I closed my eyes and breathed in.
Did I like Jacean? No, I was certain I didn't.
The incident yesterday flashed in my mind.
The warm, minty scent from him, the golden flecks around his naughty bluish green eyes, the cocky smile plastered on his lips…I shook the thoughts away.
Why had Zoe asked me such question? Was she trying to imply that I might have real feelings for him?
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"I don't want the yellow one, it's too bright, bring the blue dress, no, not that, the other one! Are you blind?." Zoe ranted out on of the salesgirl.
Few hours ago, she had suggested we go for a dress-shopping and some skincare, though the bills would be on me.
I didn't mind at first, it was better being swallows by boredom in that huge mansion alone. But right now, Zoe's character was making me question if what I did was right.
I rolled my eyes seeing the fear and distress in the salesgirl's eyes, "Why don't you go get it yourself? She really isn't getting the gown you are talking about."
"Why then are they paying her?." Zoe eyed me.
I simply waved her off and decided to go take some fresh air.
As I stood outside, I looked around the bustling streets, thinking about nothing, doing nothing, just recalling Zoe's question, 'Do you like him?."
Did I like him?
Did I like Jacean? No of course.
How could I fall for him ?
Was I even capable of having feelings for someone?
I sighed, "Get a hold Hay."
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Monday, 11:18am
For the past three hours, in fact the moment I stepped my foot into school and attended three lectures, I'm yet to set my eyes on Jacean.
And to be bluntly honest, I did feel a bit uncomfortable.
I was bored. I needed to annoy him.
Where was he?
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I stretched my body as the teacher went on and on on the topic "Trigonometry" in maths, but not even a damn thing was getting into my head.
Pursing my lips, I checked the time on the clock hung just above the board, praying for the bell to ring and I go out for break.
And also search for Jacean.
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I searched everywhere but there was no trace of Jacean, so I decided to meet Thomas, the red head that was his closest friend.
Luckily for me, I saw him talking with some group of boys not far away.
Sauntering toward them, I gently tapped Thomas on the shoulder.
When he turned and saw it was me, his face soured.
"Hey."
"Hey." He gave me a grumpy reply.
gave the rest of the guys a sweet, chilling smile before facing him.
"Do you mind telling me where Jacean is?."
"Yes," he replied arrogantly, "I do mind. What's your business with him?."
"I'm his girlfriend dumbass, I told you this before didn't I?."
"Crap," he chuckled, "you nearly made me think Jacean was keeping secrets from me until he defended himself. I nearly fought with him."
" What do you mean?." Confusion laced my face.
"I mean, Jacean told me you guys are not dating."
"You know what Thomas Edgebridge," I moved closer to him, making sure my face was innocent yet threatening, "enough of this chitchat. Where the hell is Jacean."
Seeing the seriousness in me, he rolled his eyes, "He's sick, so he skipped a day."
I was speechless as I stared at him.
Jacean was sick? But he looked perfectly fine on Friday and I'm pretty sure he was fine too yesterday.
How could he possibly fall sick after two days?
Should I visit him?
"Give me his house address." I pulled out my phone in order for Thomas to put in Jacean's house address.
"What?."
"You heard me well the first time. His address."
"No I can't. He'd be so mad."
"Mad because his girlfriend wants to visit him when he's sick."
"Hate to break it in such a way for you but Haylen, you are not Jacean's girlfriend, so top assuming things."
I pulled my phone back, "Are you crushing on Jacean? I see no reason why we should be dragging Jacean here."
"Then leave," he said, "you are not needed here."
Damn this Thomas. He was quite a nutcracker. I could feel the patience running out of me.
I grinned, "Thomas, I normally don't like to resolve to violence, but that doesn't mean I can't do anything to you. Give me Jacean's address."
Seeing the threats in my eyes, he had no choice but to give in.
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I looked at the address tag for the fifth time to make sure I was at the right place.
Because …
The house, or rather, the estate before me seemed like the main house of Elon Musk or Bill Gate.
Don't question me, I was rich, like filthy rich but with the building before my eyes, I don't need to be told that Jacean was richer than me.
Was his father a mafia?
Or a secretive relative of Elon or Bill?