Taking a photoshoot with The Pandorgriffs always feels like bliss for me, despite the number of times that we’ve done this before. It seems that I will always be their fan, no matter what. Actually, that’s not the only thing that makes me excited to work with them. It’s also the fact that I get to work with Xander too. It’s only been a day since we started dating, but it seems like I can’t help but feel light and happy whenever we see each other. He keeps meeting my gaze during our turn and giving me secret grins and a wink. If Xander could be an animal, he would definitely be a fox. Sandy, the ever so reigning queen of gossip, managed to catch that Xander and I have been looking at each other all throughout work. This hellhound of a girl literally has been giving us both a look of suspicion and, I swear, I think her nostrils are flaring like she caught the scent of a hot topic. Xander and I haven’t told the others about our relationship yet. We’re not trying to hide it from them
Preparation for the dance has been going smoothly. Our efforts have come to fruition when everything is finally coming together. I hate every second of the work, but getting to see the final outcome feels somehow rewarding. Speaking of which, while we were still preparing the venue, the others figured out that Xander and I were already dating. I’m pretty sure that was the case when we told them, because their reaction was a robotic surprise, like they hadn’t tried practicing it. “Wow. We totally had no idea.” “Really? We hadn’t noticed.” “Congratulations!” Only Leo had a really genuine reaction from the group, even lightly clapping his hands in celebration. This world needs a lot more Leo—so pure and innocent. The rest of us can just die (I'm kidding!). “See? I told you they’d know.” Xander crosses his arms and pointedly looks toward Sandy. “I bet you already have proofs and created a group chat where only you, Sheen, and Leo are in it to show the photos.” Leo and Sheen exch
The big day has arrived, and even though I have complete faith in my mother's design abilities, I can not help but feel nervous. I have seen the design before, but when I look in the mirror, I cannot help but admire the dress. It’s a light lavender dress with a sweetheart neckline and a thin laced strap to keep it in place—my mom knows I was never gifted in the frontal area. The skirt is a flare shape, with the hemline ending perfectly a few centimeters from the floor. Most of the beadwork is at the neckline and waist since the material used for the skirt is chromatic. It shines perfectly on its own. My mother didn’t want me to look too mature so my hair is left in a side loose braid. “Perfect!” My mother enters the dressing room just as I finish clasping dangling earrings in my ears. I shy away from the mirror at how my mother is continuously gushing at me and my outfit. “Darling, you look wonderful! Of course, I expect no less from my daughter, who carries my perfect genes!” “N
My first instinct is to run away with Xander. My second instinct is to run towards Vanessa and tackle her. That girl deserves whatever body pain I am planning on inflicting on her. I guess it was not enough for her to ruin me. Now, she wants to drag Xander along too. She obviously needed some much needed drama to put her on the spot again. To what extent is she willing to ruin people’s lives just so she can stay in the spotlight? I have never been so angry at anyone before, but I will deal with my emotions later. My priority right now is Xander. Looking at Xander, I was surprised to see him standing so calmly in front of me. Well, he wasn’t entirely calm. He was shaking, but it wasn’t from fear or anxiety. He looks like he is about to burst out laughing. What is he so excited about? “Xander?” I grab his hand. “Xander, come on. Let’s get you out of here. I will call my dad to pick us up.” Xander’s gaze softens when he turns to me. “Thanks, Hailey.” He kisses my forehead, which
You're a nerd when you’re good in math.You're a prep when you’re into fashion.You're a jock when you play sports.You're emo when you have too much eyeliner and wears a lot of black.You're a slacker when you pretty much don't do anything.You're a playboy when you like to switch from one girl to the other.You're popular when you’re cool.........but not as cool as Hailey May Collins will ever be.I was never a cool person to begin with. Not the ordinary cool kid that you think. I'm the kind of cool
"So what are you gonna do about it, nerd?" Says a guy as he holds the nerd's belongings up. Keeping the ‘nerd’ guy from reaching it. The nerd, with the big bulky glasses, stared at his belongings in defeat as he tried to reach for them. Based on their uniform, I could tell that they are both from the same school as I am."Please give it back, Tyler.""Make me." Tyler, the school's jock and the well-known bully, challenged the kid.I scoffed as I decided to go to them. "Is there a problem here?"The two finally noticed my presence and immediately parted. Tyler quickly hid the things behind his back while the nerd kid stared at me with his mouth open. His glasses slightly fell from his nose, which he then adjusted. "H-Hailey."
Physics was done in a flash. Since it was the first day of school, the teachers didn't make us do a lot of things. Usually, they just make us write about our expectations about this subject and what we want to learn. Of course, just for the sake of passing the papers, the students would just write a bunch of nonsense and lies.Don't you agree?"Students, this is your vice president Xander speaking." Xander's voice rang in the speakers as we were about to exit the room. Hearing his voice just made me glare at the speaker and chanting DIE. I wouldn't have been in that situation if I hadn't bump into him. "This afternoon, there will be no classes!”The students erupted in cheer. You could even hear the students from the o
All the members of the student council were staring at me as if I was a freak or something, which I am not.Rude much.On the other note, Patrick was looking back and forth between me and the student councils. Oblivious to the tension boiling in the air.It must be nice being a kid.Finally, Patrick looked at his brother. "Xander, do you know her?" He asked his brother and pointed at me. I frowned at his finger. Hadn't his parents told him that it's not nice to point your finger at people?Meanwhile, Xander was still looking at me, confused about what to do. "I-uh-yeah." He stood up straighter. "Patrick, why don't you go to my room and stay there for a while?"