Kiss Me Already, Bianca Gray [top 5 ebook reader txt] 📗

CHAPTER 1

I stormed out of the classroom...
Again.
I had a legit reason though this time! I promise. My stupid teacher paired me up with Ian. Yes, Ian Winters.
Yes, Ian Winters the fantabulously gorgeous actor/singer. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Him. With his golden blonde hair that looked like it "captured" the "sun's rays". Ha. Yeah, right. Oh, and you can't forget his "deep ocean" blue eyes. They're blue. BLUE. JUST PLAIN FRIKIN BLUE. There's no DEPTH to them at ALL.
Anyway, it'd be one thing if it was the first time. But in ALL of my classes today, I got paired up to do a project with Ian frikin Winters. Ian obnoxiously snobby Winters. Ian the-superstar-that-everyone-loves Winters.
So, yeah, it might be a little childish to storm out of the classroom because of him. Don't you have at least a little bit of maturity in you, Brooklyn? Yes, I do as a matter of fact. But you don't have to also WORK for the little scoundrel. I'm his built in maid practically.
....I live with him...
NOT ON MY OWN FREE WILL THOUGH.
I owe his mother. She saved my life one time. And she told me to keep an eye on her son.
That and she was my mother's best friend before my mother died. So, I mean... I had to do as she said. So, I went to watch her son (not knowing who her son was) and then now I'm the new kid being paired up with Ian Winters.
To make matters worse, the public media think we're a COUPLE. LIKE A MUSHY COUPLE.
I WOULD NEVER BE A MUSHY COUPLE WITH THAT CHILD!!!!!!!!
So, anyway, I stormed out of that classroom with the teacher yelling at me down the hallway. I just put up my hand and gave a little wave without turning around. I pushed through the heavy metal doors and took out the silver keys from my pocket. I pressed the unlock button and the shiny silver mercedes beeped in response. I slipped into the driver seat and turned on the car. I put the car in reverse and backed out of the car space. Then I put the car into drive and stepped on the gas pedal and flew out of there. I parked in front of Ian's humungous mansion (more like a castle). I opened the front door and threw the keys onto the side table next to the door. Ian's butler came rushing towards the door and then relaxed and smiled when he saw it was me.
"Ah, Brooklyn. Not a good first day?" he asked smirking.
"Oh, shut it Bert," I said rolling my eyes and making my way to the kitchen.
"I've told you, my name is not Bert," he whined. Bert, or well, John, was only about twenty years old. For some reason, he decided to be the butler of Ian Winters. I have no idea why... John had dark brown hair that fell a little bit into his deep green eyes. I smiled at him as I opened the silver refrigerator. I grabbed a strawberry yogurt and when I closed the door, there she was, glaring at me. She, was the maid. Her name was Sky. She had long blonde hair and was also twenty. She was actually John's twin sister. They both had the same deep green eyes. She crossed her arms and took the yogurt out of my hands and then yanked the silver spoon out of my mouth. She quickly threw away the container still full of yogurt and scrubbed the silver spoon with a bright blue sponge.
"I was eating that..." I said staring at the silver trashbin.
"And I was cleaning the whole house," she said back. She put the silver spoon away.
"What does that have to do with me eating...?" I asked her retreating backside. She left without answering me.
"Yeah, that's Sky for you..." said John. I sat down on one of the spinning bar seats.
"I just want to go home," I mumbled, my head on the granite counter.
"Hey, then you wouldn't have met me!" exclaimed John using broadway hands. I lifted my head and just stared at him as he kept doing those broadway hands awkwardly. Then I burst out laughing.
"Stop, stop!" I giggled.
"Stop what? This?" he asked as he put his hands in my face. Then we heard a throat being cleared. We stared towards the opening of the kitchen. It was Ian. It looked like he walked out of a magazine cover. Knowing him, he probably did.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked staring at us both. We were just frozen.
"Sorry, sir, I didn't hear you come in," said John standing up very straight.
"Obviously you were preoccupied with something else," he said gesturing towards me. John blushed. I glared at Ian.
"That 'something else' has a NAME," I said. Ian looked over at me with uninterested blue eyes as he opened the refrigerator.
"Oh, you mean the girl who ran out of her English class just because she was paired up with the guy whose giving her a place to live?" he asked cocking his head. He turned his head back towards the refrigerator and took out a strawberry yogurt. I was seeping with anger.
"Actually that girl is named Brooklyn," I said through gritted teeth. He looked up.
"Oh you mean like that awful city in New York?" he asked. I just glared at him. Oh, how I wanted to hit him.
How dare he insult my neighborhood. My town.
I hated his guts.
I hated him so much.
I turned on my foot and ran up to my room.
"I HATE YOU SO MUCH IAN WINTERS!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, hoping he heard me.
"Love you too," he said popping his head into my room. I threw my lamp at him. It hit the door and shattered.
"DID I NOT JUST TELL YOU THAT I HAD JUST CLEANED THE HOUSE??!!" yelled Sky from outside of my bedroom door. I hung my head in shame, knowing she couldn't see me.
"Sorry, I'll clean it up," I said meekly.
"You better," she threatened. Sky, even though was sometimes totally insane, could be very scary and you always listen to her.
"And you!" called Sky probably to Ian.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow! Skyyy!" cried Ian. She was probably tugging on his ear. She opened my door and I was right. Ian was bent in pain from Sky's ear pulling.
"Apologize to her!" yelled Sky into his ear. She then let go. Ian straightened up and just glanced over at me before looking at the floor.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"For...?" asked Sky.
"For insulting your name and your town thingy," mumbled Ian. I smiled.
"I can't hear you...what was that?" I asked sweetly. He glared at me.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Wait, let me get my video camera," I said searching my drawer. Ian looked like he was going to pummel me except Sky had her hand on his ear again.
"Sky!" said Ian frustrated gesturing at me.
"Brooklyn, don't you dare," she said with that menacing voice of hers.
"Well, I just thought..."
"Thought what, Brooklyn? You thought it'd be fun to torture him? HE APOLOGIZED. ACCEPT IT AND MOVE ON. I'M SICK OF YOU TWO!" she cried out. She yanked on Ian's ear and then slammed my door.
"DON'T FORGET TO CLEAN UP THAT BROKEN LAMP!" she screamed.
"Okay..." I called back. Then I put my head into my pillow and cried.
Stupid girl hormones.
I cleaned up the broken bits of the old lamp, cutting myself in the process, and then cleaned myself up. After I was finished washing my face, I turned around and there he was leaning against my bathroom door frame.
"What in the world do you want, Mr. Winters?" I asked sarcastically. He smirked.
"I need a date for the red carpet premiere of my new movie," he said.
"Then ask one of those many girls that fawn all over you at school," I said.
"Oooh. Bitter are we?" he asked smiling.
"Why would I be bitter? ...I'm not bitter!" I said shoving him out of the way.
"I know you want to see that movie. You and John were talking about it the other day. You would love going to the premiere. Pleeeaaassee?" he asked holding his hands together, begging. I thought about it.
"Grovel then," I said.
"What?" he asked bewildered.
"Grovel at my feet," I said.
"No way am I going to do that. Go or don't go. I don't care. Besides, the fans like it better when I don't have a date. It makes me seem more avaliable in there little psycotic minds," he said.
"Fine, I'll go. Stop begging," I said sarcastically.
"I knew you would change your mind," he said. Then he paused before leaving my door.
"Oh and TRY to look pretty will you?" he asked. I threw my pillow at him. Oh, he gets on my nerves. Sometimes I just wish he would keel over and die from some chronic disease.


CHAPTER 2

So, here I was. Walking down the red carpet in an equally dazzling red dress. I had like ten pounds of make up on to make me look "natural" (which really doesn't make sense because if I was going for a natural look, why was there so much ARTIFICIAL stuff on my face???). I had my arm wrapped around Ian's arm.
NOT BECAUSE I WANTED IT TO BE THERE!
It was because I felt like I was going to fall every time I took a step in these stupid red heels. My auburn hair wasn't in updoes like a lot of the other girls here. It was down and wavy, flowing over my bare shoulders.
"Ian over here!" said a photographer. Ian put his arm around my waist suddenly and smiled as the photographers took pictures of us.
"I'm going blind," I whispered into his ear. He laughed. Someone took a picture of this.
"C'mon, can't stand around watching flashes go off. We have a premiere to get to," he said. Then I realized something awful. I really couldn't see. After walking wobbly and having no idea where I was going, I felt someone scoop me up as if I was as light as a pillow. I blinked a few times and realized that Ian was carrying me, bridal style. The cameras were going nuts.
I wanted him to put me down.
And then, at the same time, I wanted this moment to never end.
But I hate him.
Aww, he's not so bad, I mean, he helped a girl out in need. (ME)
But I really do hate him.
Don't get me wrong. I hate his guts.
He's just a nice person that I hate...
God, that makes me sound like a terrible person...
He put me down once we were inside the theater.
"Thanks," I mumbled. Then I wobbled again and he grabbed my arm.
"It's just the heels, I can see," I said.
"I don't know why Iridescent just didn't let you wear flats," murmured Ian. Iridescent was his stylist who styled me tonight for this red carpet premiere. The theater was huge with a huge screen for the showing of the movie. On the sides there were tables of food. Lots and lots of food. But hardly anyone