Janet's P. O. V

"Looking high and low, someone let me know, where do the good boys go to hide away hide away," I sing along with Daya, playing with the strand of my hair, scrutinising my not so pretty self in the mirror.

The music continues to play on the speakers and I move around in my room, hopping and dancing slightly. I come to face the mirror again, I clutch the sides of my loose t-shirt till it hugs my body like second skin. I scrunch my nose and narrow my eyes, trying to judge my look.

Nah, I'm not fat.

Then I look up to my face again, squashing my nose to see if a flatter nose would make me look better. I look away and my naughty and disobedient eyes fall on that photoframe, making my mind go all the way back to where it was. All my efforts in vain.

I'm have been trying to distract myself from a certain pair of blue eyes that have me more confused than I have ever been in my entire life. He has me behaving like girl, a side I never thought I had.

Gosh he's so infuriating.

Two weeks. That's all it took for him to turn my life upside down. Two weeks ago, I had complete control over my life. Everything just the way I wanted. Now? Life's a mess.

I wonder why I walked into that classroom?

It's time for the cat to murder her curiosity for getting her into this.

Well, I entered the classroom and he warned me to stay away, fine.

I unintentionally end up watching him do creepy business again, almost getting caught in the process. Key words being unintentionally and almost. This also I handled.

He ruins a perfectly romantic pet name for me, we get caught in the boys washroom. Embarrassing but still tolerable.

Then he ends up becoming my assistant and tries to escape it, obviously. Then he finds out my secret, followed by the ridiculous deal we have.

He then infuriates me, tries to get out. When I let him out, he doesn't want to leave. When I'm being nice, he yells at me for it.

Then he saves me from falling. Teases me, but gets lunch for me. He keeps his bag right beside my bag, doesn't let anyone else keep it there. He gets a chair for me everyday. But while doing all this, he's got this frown on his face.

Bipolar much?

Then comes that awkward moment in the rehearsal where we fell. One moment he's teasing me and the other he just walks away without even helping me up.

Then comes my moment of weakness when I finally couldn't hold it together anymore. That's when he held it together, quite literally.

Then finally in my room, when, for the first time, he showed me a side of him that everybody thinks doesn't exist.

Like what the hell is going on?

I fall on my bed on my back, my face facing the ceiling while I'm still playing with the strand of my hair, a frown on my face.

When did everything take a three sixty degrees turn for us?

I ask myself and immediately that night near the lake flashes in my mind when he suddenly had no problem being my assistant.

What probably changed that night?

I ask myself again. He heard Kiara's entire story.

My conscious replies and suddenly the dots inside my head start joining.

He heard Kiara's story and wanted to be my assistant. He didn't mind being her fake boyfriend. He came home for her. Now I find them talking secretively many times.

So maybe...

He likes Kiara?

That thought makes my stomach drop inside a deep pit and I take a deep breath before shaking my head removing the thought.

What's wrong with me...

So what if he likes her? They can be a thing right? He seems nice...

But he's creepy!

My inner conscious replies and I sigh. My inner conscious is not wrong. If Steven likes Kiara and if they have to start...I'll have to make sure he's the right one.

I take a deep breath to control my heart beat that just got faster for no reason. This thought brings a sudden heaviness to my chest and I can't really pin point the reasons.

I shake my head again and look to my table to see the scripts I had short listed the first time around.

I guess I'm just going to pick up one of these for the qualifier.

I go and sit in my chair and pick up the first script. Immediately, the doodle made by Steven falls in the periphery of my vision and I groan.

Why is my stuff reminding me of him?

I slam that script down and put the rest of them in my bag. I move to the closet with a determined look on my face.

I grab a pair of black shorts with a white t-shirt to go with it. I quickly change and grab my wallet. I stuff my wallet, phone and Kiara's car keys in my bag before walking out.

I think I know the perfect place where I'll find the required peace to do my job.

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I take a deep breath, the fresh air blowing past me, making my hair fly in the air. I shut my eyes momentarily, relishing the moment. The papers in my hand fly too, making that typical crackling sound as they did.

I'm sitting here at that pier where alot of memorable events have happened. Even though the events played in my head, the calming aura of this place helped me push it at the back of my mind. I finished reading a considerable amount of scripts, all the while munching on the cheese popcorn that I bought along with me.

"Oh my god you're here!" I'm startled by a familiar voice and I look behind to see Steven standing there, huffing and puffing, a look of relief on his face.

I narrow my eyes at him."No, I'm not here. It's my ghost," I say sarcastically and he rolls his tongue in his mouth, all the while glaring at me.

"Why are you not with Kiara?" he asks and my heart falls.

Off course, Kiara.

Shut up Janet! What's with you? Why are you letting it affect you?

I look in away towards the lake, so he doesn't see my sad or confused or whatever expression."We're not each other's body guards, we don't have to be with each other all the time," I say and I hear footsteps walking towards me.

"What are you doing?" he says, stretching on the what.

I look up to see him eyeing my popcorn and scripts with an amused expression.

"I'm doing my work," I say in a duh tone, my eyes moving between the popcorn and him,"Why?"

"I normally find other people here with a beer, this is a first," he says, trying to sound serious and pointing at my popcorn. I scowl at him.

"I'm not other people," I say the cheesiest line in the book and he mutters something under his breath that I don't quite catch.

He sits down next to me, looking ahead in space while I do the same thing.

His hand find their way inside my popcorn and I narrow my eyes at that but I let it go.

"Why you reading the scripts again?" he asks before stuffing a handful of popcorn in his mouth and I open and close my mouth like a fish.

"I didn't tell you?" I ask nervously while scratching the back of my neck.

He shakes his head and stuffs another handful in his mouth. I take a few on my hand too.

"We have to perform in a qualifier before the final act. So we'll have to prepare for that as well, hence another script," I explain and he gapes at me. I put the popcorn inside my mouth and look ahead.

"What?" he says and I shrug.

"Don't worry, it's not like you'll have to work for a longer time. All this will still get over in a month's time and you'll be free from me then, we both go our ways," I say casually but on the inside, for some reason, this statement makes me very sad.

He didn't reply for sometime and so I glance at him to see him having a serious expression on his face. He gulpes slowly like it pains him before shrugging."Yeah, glad to here it will still be just this month."

Both of us put our hands in together, right inside the packet, before removing them and stuffing our mouth. We sat there, munching on it.

I guess we both finish chewing at the same time because we both put our hands in together again. Our hands went right in and this time, all I could feel were three last remaining pieces. I guess his hand found those two, his fingers intertwining with mine in the process.

Ignoring the heat and tingles I'm suddenly feeling, I glare at him."Those last three are mine."

"You won't stop being a baby, will you?" he says and pulls his hand out harshly. Since our fingers were intertwined and I like a stubborn kid that I am, didn't leave the popcorn, I get pulled too.

I have to shift a little closer to him to be able to sit straight again, all the while glaring.

"If I'm the kid then you be the mature one and give it to me," this time I pull and he gets pulled towards me.

"No."

"They're mine."

"Your name's not written on them!"

"Off course it's written, I bought it," I yell and pull, bringing him even closer. By now, we were sitting close enough that our legs were touching each other and our bodies separated only by our hands.

"Okay then, I'll pay you for it," he says, leaning in, trying to sound intimidating. Well, let's just say it makes matters worse.

He is really close now and my breath is caught in my throat. I'm staring and I'm trying to stop but I can't.

I'm about to sound really poetic but his eyes are truly like the sea, makes me want to drown in them.

He realises it too because his expression changes. His eyes darken ever so slightly before they shamelessly move to my lips and all over my face, like he's memorising it.

Just then my eyes move to the popcorn and his eyes move there too. Only difference between us is that I'm too shocked to move but he ducks his head and eats the popcorn, my fingers slipping into his mouth as well.

I don't know if time slows down or he purposely slows down, but I feel his mouth linger there and it is giving me breathing issues. He looks up at me through his lashes, eyes searching my face.

He pulls back and I frown at him. I pull my hand and look ahead, crossing my arms on my chest.

I look angry from the outside but on the inside I'm scared shitless with what I'm feeling.

Whatever faith has in mind, it's not good.

A/N- I hope you guys enjoy this :) this is way more longer than usual, just me compensating for the delayed updates, but I'm not keeping so well hence because of health complications, I'm a little laid back.

I suck at romance so bear with me please (:

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