Kiara's P. O. V

Eigth Rehearsal.

They're so cute, I can't even begin on how much I love this.

Janet and Steven.

Janet confessed to me the other day and I don't think I've been happier. They're made for each other.

Both of them are idiots.

Like right now, secretly glancing at each other and then pretending they were not looking at all. I bet both of them are thinking that the other one can never possibly like them.

Like I said, idiots.

But I'm sure they'll come around. I want this to happen on its own so I'm not going to interfere, at least not for now.

I just hope whatever Steven's business is, it's nothing...odd. He's a nice guy and I approve of him like that, but if the mess he's in, is something creepy, then I'm not going to let Janet date him.

I love her and I respect her choices but nothing is above her safety and if Steven is going to put her life at risk, I can't let that happen.

I mean sure, she likes him and all, but like I said, nothing is above her safety. Steven will have to clear his mess and stop with the creepy business if he wants Janet.

Creepy reminds me of Jason and the stuff I got to know about him, thanks to that file.

Just then, I catch him walking towards me, a cute smile on his face. I fiddle with my fingers as I mentally weigh my options.

I've been meaning to confront him about his mother. Sure, it's not a top secret or something, but considering that I've got the information in the wrong way, I feel guilty and scared about it.

Screw you conscious.

I think I can casually ask him, right?

But what will I say if he asks about how I got to know about this?

I bite my lip in thought.

What can I say, what can I-yes, Wellington.

I'll say the surname is same.

I'm a genius.

He's a little distance away now, still smiling at everyone and then at me. I smile back at him and he settles down in the chair beside me.

He turns to me and grins again before starting with his script revision.

Now it's confirmed, he definitely doesn't like me.

I mean, if he did then why would he be busy enjoying the script when I'm sitting right here, next to him.

But I can't blatantly ignore the times when he's made it clear that he cares for me. Like the way he's always helps me with my dialogues when I forget them during rehearsals. The way he offers to carry my bag when I'm too tired. The way he smiles up at me, warming my heart with it. The way he spends time with me and makes me feel like the best person in the room. The way I like to laugh and crack jokes with him. The way he secretly passes comments with me on everyone.

Gosh I'm so confused.

"Jason?" I call and he looks up from the script with a slight smile.

"Yeah?"

"Are you Samira Wellington's son?" I ask, piling up all the courage that I have.

His smile drops and he frowns before he quickly replaces it with a half smile. He nods before looking away."Yeah, I am The Samira Wellington's son," he says stressing on his mother's name.

"Ohh," is the only reaction I'm able to give him. He frowns at the script before asking."How did you come to know?"

My palms become sweaty."Uh-the surname," I say softly. He looks up at me and stares for a few seconds before nodding slowly. He goes back to his work and I take a breath of relief.

I go back to doing my work.

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Eleventh Rehearsal.

"Finally, this is over," I sigh as soon as the rehearsal gets over.

"Yeah," Jason says softly.

Eversince I've brought his mother up, he behaves distantly and that, for some odd reason, is making me really uncomfortable and uneasy.

He is packing his stuff and I'm staring at him with my arms crossed on my chest and a scowl on my face.

I know that he knows that I'm staring at him but still he's totally ignoring me.

He gets up to leave and turns to leave when I loose it."Jason!"

He stops because of my outburst and turns slowly with a raised eyebrow."Yeah?"

I roll my eyes."Don't go 'yeah' on me and pretend like it's all okay when both of us know that it's not."

His jaw tightens and his face becomes red. His eyes suddenly become stormy and they make me want to run and hide in a hole. I don't show it though, that's against my pride.

He takes long steps and with two of them he's in my personal space. Now that he's so close, I realise that he's slightly taller and he has to look down at me. The difference is not much but right now, it's enough to shake my entire base.

Please ground, open and swallow me?

His eyes are searching my face and I can feel his body heat on me. It's like he's the fire that's melting my whole existence right now.

"Why do you want it to be okay, huh? You want a designer dress or branded shoes? Don't worry you-" I cut him off when I can't hear it anymore.

"Stop right there Jason," I grit out softly. We are not alone in the auditorium but people are at a distance since we're in one corner, so they can't probably hear us.

I continue when he remains silent."I didn't become friends with you because of your mother so you have no right to accuse me off it. I asked you because I was just curious and right now I stopped you because ever since I confronted you, you've been distant. I thought maybe your mother's topic hurts you or something and that's why I was concerned. You have no freaking right to make assumptions about me like you just did," I rant and his expression softens and his first stormy eyes are full of guilt.

"Im-uh," he takes a deep breath,"I'm sorry. It's just that in the past people have used me for my mother and I want to be known as Jason, not Samira Wellington's son, so I am pushed to the edge when it comes to that," he explains and looks down. The sadness in his voice tugs at my heart and I reach my hand out to his hand in mine.

"It's okay Jason. But I swear, I don't want anything more than an autograph, I'm a huge fan by the way," I say with a smile and he grins at me.

"Consider that autograph yours," he says and I smile at him.

My eyes listen to the mind of they're own and travel south, entering dangerous territory.

His smile falters when his eyes follow mine to find them on his lips.

My smile falters when I recognise my thoughts about how would his lips feel on mine.

It falters a little more when he looks at my lips like he's been wanting to look since forever.

He looks up again and our eyes meet, my breathing not even humanlike anymore.

I look away because I don't think my heart could've handled the emotions and I don't think my body could control the urge for longer.

What the fuck is happening?!

I clear my throat before stepping back and moving around him towards the exit. The auditorium is empty now so the only sound is of my shoes scraping the wooden floor.

"Kiara," Jason calls out and I stop and turn to face him.

He doesn't turn entirely though, only his head does. I can see his half face, his eye sockets, his perfectly curved lashes and the curve of his lips-Stop right now.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and he speaks up."So you're coming on Saturday, right?" he asks and I'm reminded about his proposal.

"Yeah," I say, trying to sound really calm and not show my excitement that's currently travelling through my body like electricity.

This is weird as hell.

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