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  Jenna Brooks's POV

NEXT DAY…

  Throughout last night, I pondered over the possibility that Pstar7 was actually a student of Fox Lane High. Then I tried to guess who could possibly be Pstar7. Who was smart enough to be him? When I realized the guessing was driving me nuts, I decided to drop a text in his Dm but he still hasn't replied my text since last night.

"Class…" Mrs Andrés voice statled me. She was standing in front of the class, waiting to get everybody's attention.

I glanced at Olivia's seat again, she wasn't in school yet. Why? She was usually the first to arrive and the first to leave. I texted her a while ago but there was no response.

"Class, Olivia Downs is absent. Does anyone know where she lives?" Mrs Andrés asked.

Everyone exchanged glances and it seemed like they were all confused. We all thought we knew Olivia but the truth was, we didn't know her enough to know where she lived. How?!!!

"No one?" Mrs Andrés asked again before her gaze landed on me. "Jenna?"

I fumbled to find my words, "No, ma'am."

"Alright then, I'll see what I can do." She replied before she walked out of the class

  The rest of the day at school was boring. I had only known Olivia for a couple of weeks but it seemed like she had become a big deal in my daily school life. Everything felt so unusual without her. Thankfully, Liam kept my company during recess.

"Why did you leave my text unread last night? It took a lot of courage to ask you out to dinner," he started, sitting on the chair next to mine. Conrad was seated behind me, his head on his desk.

"I'm so sorry, Liam."

"It's fine. Lunch's on me, what do you want?"

"Anything." I replied.

"Ice cream?" He asked.

"Too watery."

"Honey toast?"

"Too sweet?"

"Pudding? Choux cream? Chocolates?"

"Yuck! Too boring."

Liam glared at me, realizing that I was teasing him, "What do you want then?"

A small smile escaped my lips, "Anything."

"I'm just gonna get you whatever I want." He stood up and walked out of the class room.

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  Conrad Declan's POV

  I slowly raised my head up from my desk due to some constant chattering. It was Jenna and Liam. Why was Jenna acting so cute around him? Why isn't she listening to me?

I know I hurt her when I—out of anger told her Olivia's slutty ways was slowly rubbing off  her and she hadn't spoken to me since then. She probably hates me now. And I hate that she hates me. I've been somewhat miserable and I really think apologizing to her is the best option. But at the same time, I can't bring myself to apologize because I was right about Olivia, to some extent.

As I sat there, I stared at Jenna for a while, she was busy teasing Liam and she looked cute doing it. As Liam walked out of the class, Jenna turned around and our eyes met. She stared at me longer than she should've and then rolled her eyes lazily and looked the other way.

"Jenna," I called out but she pretended not to hear me. She stood up and tried to walk out of the class but I quickly grabbed her wrist, "Jenna, let's talk."

She sighed, then signaled me to follow her. We both walked into the quiet auditorium, our usual meeting place.

"I'm so sorry, Jenna." I said before she even said anything.

She didn't look at me, her head was down and she was tapping her foot slowly.

"Sure." She replied dryly.

"I swear, Jenna. I'm really sorry. I regret what I said. I shouldn't have tried to force my opinion on you. You have the right to choose the friends you want to hang out with." I added.

"Sure, Conrad." She said again before walking out of the auditorium, leaving me standing.

It was obvious my apology didn't get to her. Maybe I needed to do more than an apology? Maybe.

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  Jenna Brooks's POV

  Towards the end of the day, Conrad's apology was still lingering in my head. Normally, I would be elated that he apologized but I wasn't. I wanted to accept his apology but I couldn't. I was still annoyed and maybe, just maybe I wanted more than an apology.

I waited outside the school gate for Jeanette. The driver wouldn't be here to pick us until four hours later because of the after school classes so we had all the time in the world to meet Jeanette's girlfriend and be back to school on time.

"Jenna!" Jeanette yelled my name. She ran to me and suddenly held my hand. "The bus leaves in five minutes, we need to hurry." She added after finally catching her breath.

Fortunately, we made it to the bus stand before the bus left. About thirty minutes later, we arrived at the said location. It was a penthouse. Jeanette and I slowly walked through the gate and a maid, dressed in overall Lolita, led the way in.

As we walked in, I was immediately taken aback by the luxury of the place. On my right, there was a formal dining room that could accommodate a large party of guests, with a full-sized dining table surrounded by comfortable chairs.

On my left was the a spacious living room, complimented by plush couches and armchairs to sink into and relax. The windows were large offering a view of the well-manicured lawn outside. A fireplace sat at the center of one of the neatly painted walls, for cozying up on chilly nights.

The maid offered us seats while she went ahead to call Summer, Jeanette's girlfriend. I can't wait to meet her!!!

Summer soon descended the stairs. She was tall and slender with short brown hair. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean which matched perfectly with her white skin. She was wearing a pair of light-colored jeans with a fitted t-shirt that complemented her figure. The t-shirt was tucked in at the front, completed with a pair of ankle boots. 

I watched as Jeanette ran into Summer's arms, pulling her into a tight embrace. I stood there, watching the beautiful scene unfold. 

Aw! How sweet is young love?

Summer turned to me, then smiled, "It's nice to finally meet you, Jenna."

"The pleasure is all mine," oh my God, was that too serious?

"I'll ask my personal maid to attend to your needs. I really need to show Jeanette around." Summer said.

"Sure, I'll be here."

As Summer and Jeanette walked towards the stairs, I glared at Jeanette and she glared back. The I'll-be-careful kind of glare.

As I sat there, I grabbed a magazine and started flipping the pages.

"Hi, ma'am. I'm Lady Summer's personal maid. Would you like anything?" I heard that voice say.

I was sure the voice was familiar, too familiar. I slowly raised up my head and our eyes met. My jaws dropped and my eyes almost popped out of its sockets. Olivia was standing in front of me, equally dazed.

How could she be Summer's maid?