Hating Miss Popular, Kenzhie A. [books for 20 year olds txt] 📗

I hissed, but he just grinned at me.

 

“If you can recall, you threw up on me and on your clothes as well. I'm sure you wouldn't want to sleep in those stinky clothes, would you? I'm not that heartless you know. Don't worry, I didn't peek.” He said acting serious but, I can tell he's laughing at me. I just don't know what to say. I hate to admit it, but he's right and it's my fault. I forced him to take me to his condo. Ugh! After this, I'll never ever gonna drink alcohol again!

 

“Whatever. Just get off me.” I mumbled, not meeting his piercing, gray eyes.

 

“Not gonna happen.” He smirked. I glared at him indignantly. He's enjoying this immensely. This jerk is laughing at my discomfort! I sighed heavily. I don't have the strength to argue with him anymore. I feel so tired and a bit hungover. “Hey. Are you OK?” He gave me a worried look, but I just ignored him. “If you're not gonna answer me, I'll kiss you.” He warned.

 

“I'm fine!” I answered back as fast as the lightning. He chuckled, but turned serious afterward.

 

“So, what happened last night? You looked so scared.” He eyed me eagerly.

 

“It was nothing. I was just surprised. Now, can you get off me?” I asked calmly, opposite with my heart, which is hammering loudly.

 

“It wasn't nothing, Syd. You were crying—-”

 

“Let's drop it, OK?” I asked, showing my irritation. I closed my eyes when I felt a sudden dizziness. I really hate having a hangover. I didn't hear him answer so I opened my eyes. Cole is staring down at me intensely.

 

“Shall we continue where we left off last night?” He whispered huskily. My eyes widen and muttered a protest only to be cut-off when Cole claimed my already parted mouth. This is totally insane. I'm responding to his kiss like it's the most normal thing to do. I can't even stop my hands from roaming around his body. I feel like I'm a sexually repressed person and now I just burst out like some kind of a teenage sex maniac who can't seem to suppress the raging hormones that is screaming to let out. I heard Cole groan delectably when I raked my knuckles through his messy yet sexy hair. I'm losing all my senses. Then a loud buzz from a phone ringing brought me back to my senses, but Cole didn't mind and continued on kissing me like he doesn't have any plans of letting me breathe. I pushed him weakly. He rumbled something indistinct and kissed my neck.

 

“Get the hell off me!” I hissed and pushed him as much as my strength can offer. He finally let me go and rolled off the bed with a hint of irritation and marched to the bathroom without giving me a glance back. I was a bit confused about his action, but I don't have the time to decipher his attitude. I grabbed my things and hurriedly went out of his room and out of his condo just wearing his shirt and my Christian Louboutin flats. I didn't even give a damn about some few people I came across, staring at me curiously. I fired up my car as soon as I got in and sped up. I just need a breath of fresh air to clear my mind, but I guess I couldn't get that in a busy city such as New York.

 

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Chapter five: Accident on the ramp

 

 

 

“Sydney, you are out of focus, amore. You are walking almost on the edge of the catwalk.” Gianni Ammirati, the Italian runway choreographer of High Society called my attention--which is wandering off somewhere--to those piercing gray eyes, and to those promising lips... I shook my head harshly, shaking off the thoughts that are driving me into insanity. After that incident, there were two things I was glad about. First, when I came home on that morning, I'd learned that my mom didn't come home from her so-called client meeting slash date, I'm sure of it, so I didn't bother giving her any explanation about my whereabouts that night. Second, Cole is still on suspension. So, I won't be seeing him until next Tuesday. But why am I thinking about him like a lovesick girl? Because you're beginning to like him, that is. My subconscious interjected wickedly. I dismissed the idea and turned my attention to Gianni who's eyeing me and marveling about what's on my mind to be this distracted. He must be surprised since I usually work professionally even though I'm the daughter of the owner of this fashion clothing line. I always do my job flawlessly.

 

“I'm sorry. Let's do it again.” I said giving him my confident smile to reassure him that I'm good to go. He smiled back and waved at the other models to start from the top. I turned around to go back from the backstage when I caught Chalina Pérez staring at me with contempt, but I'm not sure since she smiled instantly when I stared back at her. I'll have to deal with her later. I don't like people giving me strange glances, especially in my turf. Who the hell does she think she is? She's just a poor and ambitious girl, climbing her way up to the modeling world, but she'll never catch up with me. I don't need to climb any ladder just to be rich. I'm already an Heiress before I was even born. Chalina is pretty, I do admit. She is a Colombian-American girl with beautiful brown skin, chocolate-brown eyes and a perfect body. Also with a height to be envied about, which I don't. She's a lot taller than me, almost six feet tall. I guess, I'm more than satisfied with myself and arrogant to be envious about anyone, especially to a person who is below my social rank. I actually find her disconcerting. I don't know why, maybe the way she stares at me every time I catch her looking at me. But most girls stare at me so I should get used to it. I glided toward her on the catwalk with elegance, overtaking her, but stopped momentarily, not giving her a glance and spoke quietly but menacingly.

 

“I don't like it when a lowly person stares at me.” I heard her gasp, but I just walked off. I have no time for a cat fight. Maybe after the show, I'll show her how she should know her place and not mess with me. She'll be a great distraction for my troubled mind. My upper lip twitched into a smile.

 

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We just finished the dress rehearsals on the runway when Chalina approached me. The nerve! I rolled my eyes, but was glad since I was planning to pick on her right after the rehearsals and she made it easier for me.

 

“Sydney, can I talk to you?” She asked a bit hesitant when she saw my cold stare. I raised my eyebrow at her and gazed at her hand, which is on my shoulder.

 

“First of all, I don't want your filthy hand touching me---I stated harshly yet gracefully and brushed away her hand from my shoulder and if she has a fair complexion, I might think that she's blushing because of humiliation---Secondly, don't call me casually by my first name when we're not even friends. And lastly, don't talk to me, like ever. Go talk to someone your own level.” I said and pushed her. She staggered back, teary-eyed, and turned away toward the dressing room when the other models, male and female who heard our little conversation, giggled. I noticed, she doesn't have any friends here, the other models which have the same agency as her, seem to dislike her guts as well. Well, that's not my problem, does it? I walked to my own dressing room nonchalantly and got dressed. Tomorrow is the Fashion show for High Society's Winter Collection, but I'm still not in the mood. I grabbed my stuffs and went out when my phone beeped. I lazily took my phone out of my bag and saw a message from Cole. I saved his number last time he called me so I won't answer it if he calls again. I ignored it and put it back in my bag, when it rang. What an insidious and persistent pest... I sighed and decided to just turn off my phone when I noticed that it was from an unknown caller. I don't want to answer it, but my curiosity overcame my indifference.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hello, Sydney...” A gruff, baleful voice, whispered my name spitefully. The voice sounded unreal, like the person is using a voice changer app or something. I mentally rolled my eyes. I bet it's Cole trying to copy the psycho killer in the movie, The Scream. He even used another number just to scare me. What an imbecile and bothersome guy who lacks attention.

 

“You know what, Cole, if you wanna scare me, try something new and not copy something from the movie. You're such a lowly copycat!”

 

“Cole? Is that the guy you're fucking?” The voice sounded disgusted.

 

“Stop this nonsense, Cole!” I'm getting irritated already. “This is childish!”

 

“Don't call me with the name of the guy you're fucking, Sydney. You disgust me! A bitch like you should die!” The voice yelled menacingly and then I heard the beep sound as the call ended. I was left speechless and aghast. Was it Cole? I don't think it's him. I was walking like a zombie into the parking area in the basement of High Society when two big hands grabbed my shoulders. I screamed in panic and kicked the stranger. I ran away as soon as his hold loosen but the stranger was quick. He grabbed me by the waist, ceasing me to escape.

 

“Ugh! Heeeeeelp!” I screamed, but my mouth was covered with a rough hand, sealing my voice.

 

“Hey. Quit it, Syd! You're acting crazy!” I heard Cole's angry voice. I stopped screaming and turned to face him.

 

“Cole?”

 

“Yeah. Who do you think?” He mocked in irritation, but his face softened when he saw my pale face.

 

“Hey, are you OK? You look pale. What happened?” He raised his hand to touch my face, but I moved away, still freaked out.

 

“W-what are you doing here?” I stuttered.

 

“Baby, what's wrong? Tell me...” He didn't wait for my answer and hugged me. I didn't push him away not because I don't have the strength, but because I oddly felt secure in his arms.

 

“Why are you here?” I asked again. This is a private building and Cole doesn't look like he has an appointment here. Is he following me? Maybe it's him who did that prank call to scare me since he hate me for getting him suspended. I pushed him with that thought, but Cole didn't let me go.

 

“Your mom's assistant contacted me earlier and offered me a job.” He explained nonchalantly, still holding me in his arms. “I sent you a message earlier. Didn't you receive it?”

 

“What job?” I asked, ignoring his question. I got curious about the job he's talking about and felt