Here's to the Godmothers, granting our wishes and keeping us company in the hopeless of times.

Nae_Albert

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I had to ditch the last period that day to freshen up my makeup in the bathroom. I went for the same nude-ish, glossy look that I had at Calvin's party. The squad had insisted that I go for a more darker, bold look but I remained stubborn. "I love how this looks on me," I had told them. "It gives off a more natural vibe."

"Yeah, but you gotta have a sèxy vibe this time," Lottie whined. "And nothing says sèxy as red."

"Lottie, I appreciate the suggestions but we both know that he's gonna bang me either way."

I didn't miss how Tasha slightly winched when I said that and continued, "And besides, this makeup is a lot easier to clean. Tasha," I started casually, "you wanna share some inside details with me? Since you have had the experience."

I could see that she wasn't amused as she stared at me with tight lips.

"You know, considering his reputation and everything and it's been said that he's amazing in bed, I wanna know if I'll get exactly what I'm expecting or if I should lower my expectations a bit?"

Her jaw clenched and my smile only widened. "Ooh, I see. Someone's a little green."

"Girl, you still hung up on him?" Lottie looked towards Tasha. "I mean, I wouldn't blame ya but that one night thing with Ace happened like months ago. Come on, get over it."

"Lottie's right. I mean, what did you expect? That you'll have your happily ever after with him? I so did not expect that loose fantasy from you, Tasha."

She looked away, biting her lower lip. Her flushed cheeks proved that she was both, angry and embarrassed. I didn't really blame her for getting wooed away by that fantasy because a lot of girls had. Girls who had spent a night or two with Ace and girls who hadn't. It was like a cycle of broken hearts when none of them had been able to "tame" the beast.

Of course, the beast was such a exaggeration but girls thrived on that. The more unapproachable and scary the object was, the more they were fascinated by it. They gave Ace too much credit.

No, he didn't look like his features were craved by angels. And no, he most certainly did not look like a Greek God. And no, a simple stare from him couldn't make you pregnant. That was Ryan Gosling's job.

Deciding that I've poked Tasha enough for one day, I told them that I'll see them at school tomorrow.

"Don't call me!" I told them as I walked away.

"I'll still call you!" Lottie yelled back.

"I won't answer!"

"Bìtch!"

As I made my way through the crowds of students and towards the parking lot, I texted my mom and told her that I'll be coming home after my shift at Zara. I hoped that this wouldn't take too long and that I'll be able to make it in time for work. I still had more than two hours.

I was looking around for Ace when a loud car horn caused me to jump. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and waved my middle finger in front of the person who was about to get a piece of my mind. I found Ace laughing at my angry expression in his fancy black car.

Huffing, I walked towards the passenger seat and pulled open the door.

"I want you know," I said, getting in the car and closing the door, "that if I dropped my phone because of your horn, I would've snapped your neck."

He was still chucking lightly as I glared at him. "It's not funny. Stop laughing." I reached out and hit his shoulder. I was about to retract my hand back when his hand closed on mine and he pulled me towards him.

In a second, his lips were on mine and his hand gripped mine tighter. He kissed me repeatedly for long stunned seconds and I felt like I was electrified. My lungs were on fire and I pulled back to take a breath. But his mouth found mine again instantly and this time, when my lips parted, his tongue darted inside hungrily.

I couldn't help but moan softly as goosebumps took over my entire body. He groaned in response and deepened the kiss, pulling me even closer to him and my stomach was pressed against the arm rest. I kissed him back just as hungrily as my hands went to the back of his neck.

My tongue penetrated his mouth and I teased his with just the tip of my tongue. He groaned again and I shivered.

I pulled back, breathing hard but never breaking eye contact with him. I caught the raging storms in his eyes again and he smirked, glancing at my wet lips. "Told ya it'd be worth your time."

"You speak too soon," I said, my hand still on his warm neck, my fingertips grazing his hair. "This has only just begun and I'm not easily impressed."

"Neither am I," he replied, as he continued to look at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking and then he backed away, letting go of my hand and I removed mine. He pressed onto the accelerator and we were out of the school's parking lot in seconds. I noticed that he only had one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on my exposed leg. He was at ease, not stiff or tense at all, like he's done this a million times before now and he's used to it.

He probably has, though with different girls.

It bothered me a little to know that I was just another girl, another tool for him to get off on, and that I was letting him. I was letting him touch me. I was letting him rest his hand on my thigh. It was more my fault than his.

I squeezed my eyes and sighed softly. Not now, I thought to myself. Why do these thoughts invade me whenever something like this happens? It was like this at Calvin's party too.

Thankfully, Ace didn't notice as he turned on the radio.

So baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your rover that I know you can't afford.

I smiled and started to sing along and saw Ace roll his eyes. I turned to him. "Let me guess, you don't like the song."

"Geez, whatever gave that away?"

"Taylor Swift?"

He made a face.

"Panic at the Disco?"

He shrugged. "Uh, sometimes."

"Ariana Grande?"

His face scrunched up. "How dare you even suggest that?"

"One Direction?"

"That's ancient history."

"Ed Sheran?"

He thought about it for a while and nodded slowly. "I suppose. Not an addict, though, but his music is decent."

"I agree. I'm not a hardcore fan either. Are you into K-pop?"

He made a face again. "Seriously? It's like every girl in the country is obsessed with that."

"Well, you're more than welcome to join the club."

"Thanks but no thanks. I mean, how did all this even start? The whole Korean bands obsession?"

I shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing ever. "Their music is catchy and good. I don't know where other girls got it from but Yui got me into it. She's my friend fr-"

Shit.

I paused, realizing the mistake that I was almost about to make. "S-She's from my Algebra class," I finished, relieved that I hadn't accidentally spilled about my part time job.

"Yui? Isn't that like Chinese?" He glanced to the left and turned down that road.

"Japanese," I corrected him.

"Same thing."

"It is not!" I stopped leaning in my seat and turned to look at him. I realized that I had said that a bit loudly and that I didn't have to feel as upset about it but I did. Ace was being one of those exact kind of people that simplified things, that didn't care enough about others, that just carelessly put people in categories. He was not one of those people.

Ace looked at me a bit surprised at my tone of voice and then looked back onto the road. "What's gotten into you?"

"What's gotten into you?"

He frowned, looking at me again.

"The things you said at that party? What was that all about?"

He looked away again and fixed his eyes on the road, both of his hands on the wheel now.

"Don't tell me that that was like a drunk thing. That you got all deep because you'd been drinking. I don't believe that. And I don't believe you now either. It's not like you saying things like this."

"And how would you know that about me? How would you know the types of things that I say?"

"Because even though I barely know you, Ace Trainer, I still know a part of you that you showed me at that party. A real part of you."

He looked my way but this time, he held my steady gaze. "And I don't know if that part was intentionally showed to me or if it wasn't, but I appreciated it."

He looked away slowly and was quiet for a few minutes. I continued to watch him and after a while, his fingers started to drum on the wheel. I decided to break the silence.

"You told me that there were a lot of sides to you," I said, observing his reaction. His face didn't give much away but I could notice the tense muscles in his arms. Did he regret opening up to me like that?

When he didn't say anything, I spoke again. "Is no one meant to see any of those sides?"

His eyes shifted to me. "Certainly not you."

"Why not?" I challenged.

"Because Wilson, I d-"

"It's Megan."

"Wilson," he repeated nonetheless, "I don't want to."

"You don't want to what?"

"I don't want to show you."

My brow creased. "Why?"

He shrugged easily, a smile playing on his lips now. "Just don't want to. I don't see why I have to give you any explanations. I just don't want to. It's as simple as that."

"Do you realize you sound like a stubborn but idiotic five year old right now?"

"I don't care." He was actually grinning right now, amused at how irritated I appeared to be with him.

I rolled my eyes at him as I looked out the window and sighed. There was silence between us for a few seconds and then, I said softly, "You don't have to pretend with me."

I didn't expect a response from him but he replied in an equally hushed but serious tone. "As long as you don't pretend with me."

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