Kissing Mr. Wrong by aeinlovewithyou The characters and events in this story are fictitious.

Any similarity to real p ersons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

PROLOGUE Getting married to my very own Chace Crawford I am totally head over heels in lo ve is one of my dreams. But trust my over melodramatic, high-maintenance biologi cal mother to change my outlook about getting married. She chose to break the freaking bad news after I got home, purring contentedly f rom a grand cruise around the world. Thank you very much, Mom. This is totally my idea of a wretched life. And there's no point screaming "WHAT THE HELL,MOM?! I AM STILL IN HIGHSCHOOL!" over a thousand times. I knew it woul d change nothing. My mother's decision is final. And that means I AM DOOMED. Doo med to marry a freaking fcukface! Was this seriously happening?! Was this seriously fcuking happening?! I hate you Mr. Wrong! So much for ripping away my freedom! ________________________________________ CHAPTER ONE PART ONE

I let out a wide smile the moment I walked inside the vast grounds of Hillsdale North Upper School. I came to a halt as I looked around and awkwardly tug my abo ve the knee skirt down. I stomped my foot, scowled and smelled some fresh air. S urely, it was a lot biger than the South. It looked incredibly perfect. This pla ce is the right place where Serena Rein Curtis should belong. AAAHH, the life at North. This exactly is life. Laid-back. Relaxing. Oooh. My feet continued walking. I need to concentrate on finding my assigned room. I really made the right choice of leaving Hillsdale South. The place is- there's n o other word that'll best suit it- Shabby. I frowned as I remembered my friends. Well, I've been persuading them to move here for ages. But they can't find thei r heart leaving that old boring place. New life. New me. And I meant, a better me. After a thousand assurances, my ever emotional self-proclaimed Goddess mother allowed me to live on my own. Not nece ssarily on my own. The place is totally designed for two, and you know what that means? Yeah. A room mate! Hope he/she won't annoy the hell out of me. I smiled to myself. No more tailing mother constantly exclaiming "My little Serena's gett ing married!" whenever she got the chance. No more seeing Stephen's disgusting m utt-looking face. Seems pretty good! Only one thing isn't. But I'm sure I'll be able to handle it. I'm one wicked brat! I clutched one of my mom's Jimmy Choo slingback I stole from her closet. A bunch of girls eyed me sulkily. Who wouldn't? With these Chanel sunglasses, everybody would surely die in envy.

"Hey." Some good-looking guy about an inch or two taller than I gripped my arm. Ooh, looking perfect, smelling good. I smiled as I tried to guess the scent he w ore. His messy hair matched his incredibly pointed nose. He smirked. "Yes?" I asked taking off my Chanel sunglasses. I threw my blonde locks over my shoulder. "You stepped on my shoes." he said icily. I could smell a hint of cigarette smok e from him. "Smokers are good kissers!" Stephen's gay-ish voice lingered on my mind for quit e a while. I remembered him telling that ridiculous lie when my mom discovered a pack of Gitanes cigarettes he'd snuck from the bread pantry. I felt the guy tugged my arm harshly as if to say "Hey! Go back to the mean worl d you idiotic blond!" "Oh. I'm Sorry. I'll just pay for those. How much did they cost you?" I taunt hi m. I knew I hit a nerve. He loosen his grip. I shrugged. Money rules the world, people. And that is one perfect example! Swee t. I don by sunglasses back. "You'll pay for this one, little kid." he muttered under his breath as he walked away clutching his coat. Urgh. Very gay-ish. Sheesh. Scare me to death, loverboy. Pfft. I smirked. "Oh dear, you are in trouble.." a voice whispered. I turned around and saw my co usin Francheska Victoria Henares looking very gloomy. Quite opposite to the weat her. Well, what does she expect from a Serena Rein Curtis? Innocence? Hah! You'v e got to be joking. CHAPTER 0NE PART TWO (: "He made other students live in hell, Serena. Don't go looking for anymore troub le." Vicky told me, in her lowest tone. I could see the genuine concern reflecte d in her blue eyes. But there's no need to sound like I'll be on my deathbed lat er, right? Trust me. I can handle it. "Vicky, you know it wasn't my fault." I told her, trying to sound at least sorry but I just can't. There's no point faking it when you can. I'm a meanie. And sh e knows that. "Trouble usually finds me.." -which is entirely true. When I was in freshman, this big brunette in senior str angled my precious blonde locks for making out with her boyfriend inside an empt y classroom. In my sophomore year, somebody slipped about a thousand hate letter s inside my locker telling me how ugly I am which I doubted. Silly people. They' re just wasting time trying to caught me red-handed. When in truth, they can't! And lastly, on my junior year, a group of senior insecures fake a porn scandal j ust to ruin my reputation of being the reigning princess of Hillsdale South. It was kind of gross, cause the prostitute they hired didn't even looked a bit like me plus, she got too much flabs on her tummy. That's what she can for not maint aining a NO-CARB diet. And now that those b!tches got South for themselves, I sw ear they couldn't contain their bliss. That's what I get for being Serena. "Right." she sighed as she shook her head. "here's your room by the way. Mine's at the end. You sure you'll be alright?" she asked.

I gave her an I'll-be-alright hug and pecked her on one of her cheeks made rosy by some imported cheek tint from France. Here goes the wicked brat, I thought as I slid the door that was painted blindin g white. There were at least thirty students talking and giggling to each other. A bunch of girls were busy flipping the pages of Vogue magazine, with Leighton Meester and Blake Lively on the cover. They seemed so busy to even noticed this beautiful swan gliding inside and looking for a place to seat. "Hello Miss Wicked Witch." a voice said behind. It was the guy I've had insulted earlier. A smirk was plastered on his face. If he'll just find the time to take that smirk off, then he would looked lethally handsome. He snaked his arms arou nd my waist. The bunch of girls fighting over the magazine gasped. I stood there frozen as pairs of eyes turned to looked at me. His chin rested on my shoulders. My neck could feel his hot breathe. Sh!t. "Get off perv!" I hissed. The corners of my mouth twitched. I wriggled free. "Its Chase, my darling." he whispered, huskily. I felt the hairs on my neck stoo d up as he nibbled my earlobe. Double sh!t. CHASE

"Hey mom. What's so urgent?" I asked as I gave Mrs. Lilian Kaulitz a peck on the cheek. She was looking stunning as ever if it wasn't for the fact that she's l ooking very gloomy. She closed the magazine she was flipping over earlier. "Well, I've got something to tell you dear." she breathed heavily as she forced a fake smile. I remained silent. My heart thumping hard against my chest. I think I knew what this is all about. "You knew that our business is going from bad to worse, didn't you?" she started . Her lips trembling as she spoke. I knew how my parents worked for our company. I knew this is breaking her heart. She loves the company so much, she would do everything to save it. "A company owned by your Dad's college friend was offering to lend our company m ore than the money we need to save it." she stated. "Wow, dad is one lucky man! Must be good!" I exclaimed. But mom's expression did n't change. Her dark-green eyes reflected sadness. "Yes, but in return, they want you to marry their only daughter. Their only heir ess." she said, biting her lowing lip. "Mom! You knew I couldn't do that! I have a girlfriend! I have Vanessa! Why don' t we seek for other options?" I asked, totally flabbergasted. If there is one th ing I hate most in this world, that is, marrying someone just to save another pe rson's life. Charitable as it may seem, but everybody doesn't want to be forced into something we weren't sure. Something sacred. Something too risky to try. "I told your dad that you wouldn't possibly agree on this arranged marriage thin g but.. he had the contract signed. Money doesn't come this easy dear, I'm sorry ."

I looked at my mom. I knew she was sorry judging my the way she looked at me. I slowly made my way upstairs to my bedroom. Tears streaming freely down my face . How on earth could I tell Vanessa about this? How? LANCE "What do you think about arranged marriages, honey?" my mom asked, dipping a fin ger on the custard cream she was about to put inside the chocolate cake she was baking. Kirsten, our kitty walked into the kitchen and purred hungrily. I held her up and stroke her. "Kitty Kirsten is one glutton cat!" mom exclaimed in between giggled. Kirsten pu rred as if to say "you're right!" "Mom, are you setting me up again?" i asked her as I took a spoonful of vanilla icecream. My mom hates his son, namely me, Lance, being single. Says she was excited to me et her future daughter in law. Isn't it a bit too early? "Kind of." she chuckled. "Who is it this time?" i asked, looking at my mom with great disbelief. Imagine a mother setting his fifteen year old son on blind dates whenever she got the ch ance. Unbelievable. I was often amazed by this woman right onto the kitchen coun ter. "Just promise not to set me up on a fcukface brunette that sucks you-know-what." I told her, remembering the last time she set me up with this brunette who look ed like an overfed vulture. Disaster striked when the latter took me on a cheap, gross motel and gave me a motherfcuking sh!t. She turned out to be a prostitute . My mom laughed her head off the moment I told her about it. "But admit it honey, you enjoyed her!!" she exclaimed as she placed a little che rry atop the cake. "Yeah, well she's pretty good only if it weren't for her saggy breasts! They tur ned me off!" My mom gave another hearty laugh. I stroked Kirsten which kept throwing me a dis gusting look and purring hungrily. "Just get me a decent one mom. Okay?" CHAPTER TWO "Who the !@#$ hell is Nadine Montenegro, Victoria?!" I shouted right into her fr eaking face. She war tailing me like a pompous dog, pestering and persuading me to a freak show! er, I mean a party. "She was that retarded trying hard socialite who stole Nate from me!" she screec hed, waving her precious L.L Bean tote. "Oh." I breathed. How could I forgot? This b!tch told me a lot about this freaki ng retarded social climber who ripped Nate away from her. Her sentiments nearly broke my eardrum.

"So.. Planning an evil scheme?" I asked. Course. Who would let that asshle live h er life with my cousin's supposed-to-be boyfriend? None. Although Victoria was k ind enough not to let me get intouch with b!tchy meanie yabadabadoo side, I knew there's a !@#$ in her. If it wasn't for the fact that Aunt Giselle had been a v ery strict mom, Victoria would made herself a replica of Evita Peron. But unfort unately, I took that title a year ago. She remained silent. Of course she got it all planned! "Alright! Just get me the Valentino cocktail dress I've been eyeing for weeks! T he one with silver trim around the waist." She gaped at me. "And oh! Don't forget the pair of gold Christian Louboutin sandals with their tr ademark red soles!" I chuckled. Little Miss Demanding! I know. (: "You're one incredible bratty b!tch!" she exclaimed through gritted teeth as she glared at me. Surely, Iam! When I came back to my classes, all the girls were busying themselves flipping t he pages of a magazine and whispering excitedly. They all erupted in fits of gig gles afterwards. Whoa. Big party eh? Hm. Well, a Valentino cocktail dress and a Christian Louboutin sandals sounds good! "Hey Serena!" one of my classmates neared me. The one who always brag about her new stuffs, what brand they are and how expensive she had them. "Are you coming with Chase?" she squealed. So that guy got some idiotic fan here huh! "No. I'm planning to go alone." I lied. Of course I wouldn't be going with that freak retarded id!ot. She put on a sweet stewardess smile. Pfft. "Course she will. She's mine!" Chase's familiar voice hovered inside the room. Some girls who were giggling ear lier, stopped. He wrapped his arms around my narrow waist and pulled me closer burying his nose in my neck. "Get off perv!" I hissed, wriggling free from his arms. I stormed away from our class. That retarded guy thinks he's a replica of the great God, Zeus. Freaking dumb@ss . "Here.." he muttered as he roughly pulled me closer to his warm body. He carried me upside down. I pounded him hard with my fist but he doesn't seem t o care! He headed straight into the far end corridor of God know what floor! And chucked me in like a huge rag doll. I quickly stood up as I stumbled upon that ,filthy place that stick right into m y sweaty palms. I tried to regained my composure back. In a matter of seconds, a s I brushed some dust off my skirt, I've realized that the tiniest light came fr om the door. I'm afraid of the dark! Since my foolish nanny chucked me inside m

y own closet ages ago! "Hey!" I called him as I ran for my life, but he quickly closed the door. I poun ded it hard with my fist. I grabbed the knob and twisted it! Fcuk! My precious f reshly painted fingernails in Chanel Black Satin! "Hey you freaking retarded dumb@ss! Open the door! Now!" I heard him cackle. Fcuk that evil retarded bastard! Wait til I get hold of your neck, silly! CHAPTER THREE <3 Chase acted unusual the day before the party. He neither talk nor annoy me. In f act, he hadn't really talked at all. He just sat on his usual seat looking gloom ier than the weather. He didn't even bothered asking me how I managed to claw my way out of that dark room he had chucked me in yesterday. Well, at least he mad e me experienced to play the role of a damsel-in-distress in need of her knightin-shining armor. I wasn't used to Chase acting a kid totally deprived of lollip ops and sweets. Maybe he got tired of fooling and bullying people around. Should I be grateful, then? Maybe he really is retarded. Ugh, ew? Vicky, however, dragged me to the town after school to shop for the Valentino co cktail dress with silver trim around the waist I was eyeing for weeks! My precio us Christian Louboutin sandals would be shipped and would be coming over tomorro w morning! Fabulous! (: The non-stop roaming around the town with an iced latte in our hands made me feel totally exhausted, I quickly fell asleep the moment I lay down my bed. ------And tonight, will be the night of Vicky's much-awaited party. She dropped by at lunchtime to checked if the Christian Louboutin sandals I am dying to wear later on had been properly shipped! She constantly nagged me, er, I mean reminded me that she'll be back around eight in the evening. Were going together, and "there 's no point escaping" she told the yawning me. I was thinking of having my favorite combination of iced latte and fudge brownie when I heard a knock on my door. Maybe Vicky left something. She's always forge tful. I rushed back to the door, grabbed the knob, pulled the door open, and saw Chase's handsome face. Wait, scratch that handsome off. I was just kidding. No, I mean, he was, um, handsome right now. He had taken off his signature smirk which remind of that fcuking Chace Crawford I dreamt of marrying someday. Ahhh, teenage life. (: We flirt, get hurt, flirt again, hooked, get inlove.. The list goes on! "Hey." I barked at him. Strands of golden locks fell down my face. "Yo." he greeted, quite timidly. An awkward smile was plastered on his handsome face. He scratched his head. "So what brings you here, young man?" I asked surveying him with narrowed eyes. The pair of Marc Jacobs jeans snug his perfectly worked out thighs. Yummy.

"You'll see. C'mon." He held me by the waist, pulled me closer to him, locked my door with a faint click and pulled me downstairs. "Hey perv! Where are we heading?!" I hissed. Several people at the lobby were ey eing us with great amusement. Yes, we do look like a couple on lover's quarrel b ut we are not a couple, mmkay? God, helped me. People shouldn't see Serena Rein Curtis on his PJ's! Oh mother f cuking earth, swallow me now before I shoot myself dead. Ow. He opened a black BMW that stood gleaming in the afternoon sun, and chucked me i nside. He put my seatbelt on and nibbled my earlobe before he sped off. Fcuk this pervert. The next time he'll repeat that gross act, I'll be phoning 9 11! We drove and drove for several hours. There aren't any freaking sound plus he is n't even saying "Hey you idiot blonde!" Freaking boredom. Who invented this word anyway, I swear I could have killed him! :| Fcuk. My throat's going dry. "Hey jerk!" I called, breaking the silence and the tension that hovered between the two of us. No response. :| Okayyyyy. I slid back my seat and lulled myself to dreamland. -------"Here we go.." he croaked, stepping on the breaks. I looked at the fancy boutiqu e right before my very eyes. CHOCOBERRY CLOTHING CO. The store that beats the uniqueness of the others. We would love to dress you up and give you a makeover! Discover your hidden beau ty. Come on in. <3 WE'RE OPEN. Ew? Why are we here? Did someone butt-ugly needs a total make-over? I quickly got off his car and quietly tailed him behind. A woman, in a shrilly p ink cocktail dress stood near the counter. With that bony prominence on her jaw, she could passed well as a female body-builder or a bouncer ready to pounce. I chuckled at my own thought. Surely, she could have worn a cardigan matched with a North face hiking boots! Funny, I should give her a makeover! HAHA. I snorted. Chase looked at me over his shoulders. "Full body make-over. Dress to kill, pronto! I want her ready by 6pm." she told the bouncer in pink who seemed to have understood him. I glanced at my watch. It was thirty minutes past four. "Follow me, miss.." The lady whispered as she ushered me towards a silly door la beled "Stars." Well, I am one. HAH! "Uh.. Just a second." I told her before rushing back to where Chase was. "Hey! I need to be back at eight! Vicky and me will be going somewhere! I can't go with you now!" "You're going Serena. Because I need a date."

CHAPTER FOUR Part ONE Chase insisted on having me as his date. If it wasn't for the fact that he looke d lethally handsome on his dark green, three-button suit with a green silk tie t hat hung loosely around his neck, I wouldn't have him as my freaking date. Espec ially if he was butt-ugly. Trying to be Mr. Nice guy that evening, he assured me that I looked incredibly b eautiful (Thank you!) and that everything would be alright if I'll just behave m yself well! Hah! Expect Serena Rein Curtis to be prim and proper. (: Surprisingly, he brought me to Vicky's much-awaited phenomenal party of the seas on! As soon as we glided inside with my pair of Prada stilettos, retarded Chace quickly hurried to God knows where part of the mansion. But who cares? Little Mi ss Wicked Brat can manage! I chuckled as a waiter offered me champagne. I thanke d him politely though and glided gracefully inside the mansion. I watched everyb ody clad in their elegant dresses and manly tuxedos pecked each other on the che ek and share some juicy gossips for a while, champagne glasses on their hands. I gaped as I saw my geeky twin classmates clad in Salmon chanel gowns that were too old for them. They would have looked a little ungeeky if it weren't for the same glasses they wore during classes. The bunch of girls who kept imitating Lei ghton Meester and Blake Lively on Vogue magazine were in brightly colored gowns, they looked like moving rainbows! One of them suddenly elbowed her friend's nos e as the latter bent down to rummage her purse. Ooh! Talking about nose job huh! :"> Good job girls! "Hello." I smiled as I saw my knight-in-shining-armor Lance, looking very prince ly in his black Hugo Boss tux, crisp white shirt and shiny dark Prada loafers. P rada in Prada, how appropriate! -I sat down my empty champagne glass down on the bar behind me and grabbed a full one. I hated how nervous I felt around Lance who kept flashing charming smiles at me. Gilderoy Lockhart wanna be, eh? Nadine Montenegro was introduced. She was petite, with a pretty, foxlike face, b lue eyes and wavy chestnut-colored hair. She looked incredibly prettier, I think , about a hundred times than Vicky. The black-and-silver Calvin Klein gown made her look stunning! I gaped at her before my eyes wandered and fell on Vicky's familiar statesque. S he was with I think, six to seven guys. Ooh, it should be me! Pfft. I frowned as I saw her flunging her arms like a windmill, a champagne glass in her hand. My feet automatically walked to where she is. My cousin's humiliation will be mi ne too! "Serena, were going." I flinched hearing that ruddy Chase's voice inside my mind. Pfft. Get lost retar ded and let me handle this! Somebody snaked his arms around my waist. Surely, I wasn't imagining things! He sniffed. What the fcuking fcuk is he doing? "Get off." I hissed. "Excuse me?" Lance, gentle voice said. "You're hooking up with my date."

I gaped at him. Hooking up? That sounds like a very bad thing! "YOU'RE DATE?!" he roared. "SHE'S MINE!" Last Edit: May 29, 2010, 01:32:50 pm by aeinlovewithyou Report to moderator Logged I Can't Smile Without You (: The sequel to Miss Sunshine and Mr. Arrogant. March 2011. CHAPTER FOUR PART TWO "I'm sorry, Lance." I said, trying to sound and looked sorry. I was trembling, f earing that Chase might ran amok and gave Lance, my prince charming, a punched i n the face. "The hell he care, Serena?!"he shouted, loud enough for everybody to hear. I gas ped. People were looking straight at us. Uh-oh. I gaped at him with disbelief. I can't believe this freaking dumb@ss. Why on earth does he need to shout all the time?! Huh? He's humiliating me. I'll die of shame when I'm with this ruddy bastard. His idiotic fans came bustling i n. "Chase.. Nadine Montenegro had joined the scene. She surveyed me down sulkily fr om my feet til her eyes met mine. She smirked. I stared at her. Still pretty, th ough. If she wasn't flirting. Well, if that's the purpose why God had given her her beauty, then it shouldn't be questioned. Lets leave her to that and focused on our own, I mean, on my own sticky sitch. "Go away." Chase told her. She gaped disbelievingly at him, mouth open wide. "Hey hey! You you! I dont like your girlfriend!" Vicky swung as she lunged forwa rd to get near us. She flung her arms again shaking the empty champagne glass on her hand. Uh oh. Lance helped her as she put her arms around him. Oh mother ear th, swallow me now and kill me. I'd rather have you kill me than to die in shame and humiliation. Oh God. "C'mon. Let's leave them." Nadine said. She clutched Chase's arm and tugged him to the opposite direction. But the latter shoved it off. Nadine glared at him. "Were leaving. Now." he said, tugging me hard. Nadine went ahead of him. "You're not leaving with that bratty slvtty !@#$!" she exclaimed. Chase's idiotic fans stifled a giggled. He eyed them angrily causing them to stop, bowing their heads so low just to avoid Chase's fiery stare. "YOU~! How dare you?!" Vicky interrupted, pushing Nadine too hard. The latter ne arly stumbled as she glared at her. The sound of a breaking glass lingered for a quite a while. The champagne glass Vicky was holding earlier, accidentally slip ped out of her hands the moment she pushed Nadine. "Wait-" "Let me handle this meanie." Nadine said coolly. A faked stewardess smile was pl astered on her pretty, fox-like face. But Vicky was quick. She ran towards Nadine and pulled her chestnut-colored wavy hair. Vicky was quite taller than her so she was kind of hard to pin down. Nadi

ne whimped in pain as she tried to fight back. Lance tried to meddle with the tw o but Vicky wouldn't let go of Nadine's precious locks and in my opinion, will s how no signs of mercy. Nadine yelped louder. I tried to rescue Vicky but Chase h ad me on her lean shoulders upside-down Every guests in the party were watching with undefined amusement while sipping C hampagne. "You deserve to die in hell!" Nadine screamed. "YOU DIE IN HELL, M0NTENEGRO!" Vicky shouted as he swung Nadine's bunch of chest nut-colored wavy hair in the direction of the swimming pool. As Nadine fell to t heir family pool, she managed to pull the hemline of Vicky's chiffon dress, whic h caused the latter to fall with her. There was a loud SPLASH~ as the two fell, still strangling each other. "Put me down!" I hissed as he glided out of the mansion. "I'll put you down, in one condition.." "Okay! What condition?" "Let me kiss you.. "WHAT?! ARE YOU NUTS?! Just.. Just keep on carrying me.." CHAPTER FIVE. <3 Mr. and Mrs. Montenegro phoned by Aunt Giselle to tell her about Vicky's unruly behavior at Nadine's party. Vicky was scolded by her ever-strict slash motherfcuking serious mother. She was reprimanded on going on parties, no phonecalls, no internet, no car, no shoppin g and worse of all she had to come straight home after school. Talking about bei ng grounded! Oh well, at least my mom got enough senses not to shout at me. Hah! Bet she wouldn't like it if I'll tell about having those fuzzy lines in her for ehead. Vicky phoned me on Saturday telling me how miserable she felt on the way Aunt Gi selle was treating her and How she was practically ripped off from her precious BMW. I told her to just take the train on her way to school but she just got mad at me. Like its a bad thing taking the train? I snapped my gold Motorola Slvr p hone with a loud tap. Sunday. It was sweltering hot, I could've fried an egg on the roof. I preferred to stay home, chat with some friends on Facebook, flirt with some guys on my space and w ait for my roommate who will be coming later. To my surprise (and disgust!), my twin brother Stephen turned miraculously on my doorstep saying he brought me my favorite combination of iced latte and a fudge brownie. What is this @ss kissing all about? I thought as I eyed him suspiciously. Its very unlikely for my broth er to be sweet and caring when in fact, he enjoys annoying the hell out of me! W hy was Stephen being so nice all of a sudden?! At half past three, Chase called, asking me to meet him at the nearby coffeeshop . Not wanting to be left with my overly, cloyingly nice brother, who'll be stayi ng the night because her girlfriend Helena caught him canoodling with another gi rl on his pad, I walked out of my apartment building and onto the Seventh Avenue

. I stomped along in my new D&G coral ballet flats as cabs rushed by. Ten minutes later, I sat down side by side with Chase who looked so gorgeous wit h his motherfcuking over-sized aviators from God knows what brand. Sitting next to us were a bunch of girls who kept whispering excitedly to each other before e rupting into fits of stifled giggles. "So.. Why did you asked me to come over? I asked flipping my golden locks into o ne shoulder. "Nothing. So where do you want to go?" he asked, taking off his over-sized aviat ors and fiddling it. "Oh, whatever suits you will be fine." I told him, fanning my face with my hands . Is he asking me out? Hah! I chuckled. Later: "Chicken Romano with meat sauce and Baked Sitti with white sauce. Bon appetit!" the waiter exclaimed, bowing his head courteously. Chase clapped his hands and rubbed his palms together. He fanned his hand over h is Baked Sitti and closed his eyes as its aroma caressed him. "Dig in!" he exclaimed. Quite childish of him but I love seeing his other side. I dug in. Surely, this Chicken Romano in Meat sauce tastes heavenly. Delicioso! Well, it should be. With the hefty price that comes along with it, I swear to he avens, it'll be worth of my day's allowance. "Chase! What're you doing here?" Nadine Montenegro neared our table, her newly l ong hair back into its usual ponytail. Her Chanel No. 5 lingered in my nostrils for quite a while. Before Chase could even say "We're dating!", Nadine bent down and gave him a bre athtaking frenchkiss. I gaped at them before I realize that my mouth is hanging open. Nadine bid goodbye and strut with her enormous apricot-colored Marc Jacobs tote. I gobbled up my Chicken Romano as fast as I can. "Hey. Easy lady." he said, gently looking very fond of seeing my brows nearly ch anging positions. "Oh. That kiss was absolutely nothing but a friendly kiss." I continued gobbling up my food. Pfft. Since when did french kiss became a frien dly kiss?! "The truth is, I'm always dreaming of kissing you..", Last Edit: May 30, 2010, 12:56:52 am by aeinlovewithyou Report to moderator Logged I Can't Smile Without You (: The sequel to Miss Sunshine and Mr. Arrogant. March 2011. CHAPTER SIX

I assumed it was one of Chase's not-so-funny jokes so I preferred to keep my mou th shut and sighed heavily. He drove me home and even if he was kind enough to fasten my seatbelt and put on some lovesongs, it just felt awkward. You know- Some things felt that way and t hat includes a conversation. "Serena." his voice was so authoritative, I stopped getting off his car, my othe r feet dangling loosely on the open side. "Think about the possibilities.." Think about the possibilities of what? Of making his dream come true? Of kissing me? Uh, isn't that a bit gross? I got off his car, pretending not to hear him. He got off, too. His faded brown YOUR PLACE OR MINE shirt was visible. "Serena." he called. It was more of a command than a sentence. That authoritativ e tone of his makes him get what he always wanted. "What?!" I snapped at him. He smiled awkwardly and scratched his head. He always do that when he rans out o f things to say., "Hold it! I need to pee! I exclaimed before hurrying inside my apartment buildin g. Well, Chase is lethally handsome. HOT. Seductive. Alluring. Pfft. Here goes my l ust-y side again. FTW Serena. Hey! I have my problems too, right? Remember the m otherfcuking arranged marriage?! And now that Chase is on the edge of telling me something horrible, er, that is-Love, well allow me to escape. Just this once. Puhlease? ----"Hey, why aren't you going home? My roommate might come in any moment now." I to ld Stephen who's still in my apartment, using my ever-precious notebook in pink to surf and download- what the fcuk! They're PORN!~ "Your roommate's coming tomorrow night. Somebody came here after you went out. S aid your roommate called and he's not coming tonight." "Right. Well then, get the hell out of here and get your filthy hands off my thi ng." I demanded. "I'm staying here, Serena. Helena might blow up my pad and kill me. Surely, you don't want your twinnie to be killed?" "I'd rather had Helena killed you." I muttered darkly. I reminded Stephen, the king of all jerks to behave himself well until the time he'll leave if he doesn't want me to chuck him out of my apartment. I find it hard to sleep that night though. The face of that retarded Chase Kauli tz kept haunting my thoughts. Add the fact that Stephen snored so loud, it sound ed like a choo-choo train. So I lied awake, my mind wandering from thoughts to a nother- Chase being one of them.

I wonder how it feels like to actually kiss Chase's soft and luscious lips? Wait ! Scratch that! I'm not kissing him by any chance! That'll be disgusting right? Moments passed by as I lied awake in my bed. Chase went out of my thoughts but i t seems like he really wanted to talk to me badly. He kept on calling me. I left his calls unanswered but he was persistent. "What took you so long?" he demanded. "What is your business Chase? Its already late." I tried to sound pissed. I faked a yawn. "I want you to think about us, Serena." he mumbled, in barely an audible whisper . "What about us?" "You know.. You and me together. he let out a huge sigh. What I mean is you thin k about you..

..being my girlfriend." CHAPTER 7 Monday. Rain poured heavily. Good thing Stephen spent the night in my apartment. He whole-heartedly drove me to school which spared me from being soaked and bei ng sandwiched on the train to school. Or so I thought. "Take care, Serena. I'll send you loads of sweets the moment I got home." "Thanks. I hope Helena's not sending me your head. It'll do both of us a favor. I cackled. He shook his head. -----To my surprise, I walked in an empty classroom. Where's everybody? They can't be having their PE today! Its raining! Do we have a sudden change of schedules? Oh , maybe they got stuck in the morning traffic jam, made even worse by the heavy rain outside. I sat down on a classmate's usual seat next to the door when it su ddenly burst open with a bang. Jesus, I thought I was going to die! What the heck is that?! Chase walked in. He was dripping wet all over. Oh. Didn't he strut his BMW for Hillsdale to see? Wow. So unlikely for him. "Hey! Didn't they tell you?" he asked throwing his already wet bag into a corner . It landed with a soft thud. "Didn't tell me about what?" I asked, raising my brow. Sudden change of schedule s? PE classes are suspended? Were moving to another room with a much better view ? The aircons were finally fixed? WHUUUUUUT? What it is that they didn't tell me ?!

"Classes are dvmn suspended." I gaped at him. Is he telling the truth? There isn't any damn classes today? HOO RAY! But those lazy guards on the front gates should have told me earlier! I wen t to the far end corner of the room and took a look outside. Looks like the rain had plans of flooding the city. :| I should have brought my umbrella if Stephen didn't asked me to hurry up. I scowled, my plans of shopping later at the bazaar doesn't seems good. :| Argh. I want to have those to-die-for ivory Calvin Klein silk dress! I went back to where I was sitting. Chase had taken his shoes off. I pouted. "You wouldn't mind if I take off my pants, didn't you?" "No." i said flatly. He quickly pulled off his pants, leaving his boxers behind. He could have taken them too. ='3 RAWR. And uh, there was something that.. Ughh! Never mind! But I stared at it for quit e some time. Ew. You're such a perv, Serena. "How about this?" he asked, holding his PE shirt. Um? What if he just stood there naked? I think it'll do a me favor. Yummy! "Just a second." I told him. I opened my Herv Chapelier tote, rummaged through my stuffs and pulled out my spare shirt I always bring during mondays. PE class ne ver failed to make me sweaty. I threw my shirt to him. "Try that thing." I said, faking a yawn. "I'm not raping you, Serena. Look, I'm all wet and I need to dry up a bit." he said. He sounds hurt too. Well, it'll really hurt me to just sit here, trying to control my lust. Its much harder! "I know, right? That's why I'm giving you my shirt! If it doesn't fits you, then throw it back to my face." Without further ado, he pulled off his shirt, showing his perfectly worked-out a bs. I gulped. Surely, it'll make my life stressful. He reminded me of Chace Crawford in a white cotton sando. :"> Gorgeous. Alluring. Seductive- FTW Serena! Stop. Er, in the name of lust? "How many women did you had sex with?" I suddenly asked, feeling the sudden rush of Adrenaline. !@#$. I think I like to give him a french kiss. !@#$. !@#$. "Sorry?" He didn't catch that. Whew. :| And if ever he did, I'm one dead meat. WTF Serena . You need your head checked.

Yeah. And I need a lot of lust-control techniques. "Had loads. I'm pretty good in bed. Wanna try me?" he asked, smiling mischievous ly. "No thanks. Better not risk it." STD's prevalent these days so.. Er, I'll just watch those porn movies in my note book. He neared me. His lips curved into a dangerous smile I'm always afraid of. I qui ckly stood up and took a step backward. Backwards. Backwards. Backwards. Until there's nothing more to step on. I leaned against something hard and cold. The wall. "Hey. Stop this nonsense joke, Kaulitz. You're freaking me." I said, putting a h and on his chest and pushing him away. He took off his shirt. That worked-out abs of his gave me the hots. !@#$. I need to escape. I heard a faint click. All the lights went off. Dvmn. He's playing t o my weakness. :| "Serena.." he breathed. I felt his lips on my neck, on my cheeks, on my eyes. On my lips.. And it feels goods.. I felt his tongue explore my mouth. I reciprocated. I fought back. He put his arms around my waist, the other around my neck. Like he was never let ting me go. Like he will eat me whole and alive. "Uhhmm.. This is what I always wanted.. To feel you next to me.." he breathed. Our clothes fell on the floor. And the rest, is you-know-but-its-kinda-hard-to-t ell. Meow. ='3 CHAPTER EIGHT CHASE Making love with Serena was totally different than having s3x with those girls I 've met in clubs and bars. With Serena, something made me feel complete. No, let me rephrase that. Serena made me feel complete. There's no need to deny that fa ct now. I love her. Period. Now I can prove my buddies right. Making love with s omeone you have special feeling with is totally surreal. You just can't explain how it feels. All I know is that everything is right.. And wonderful.. Ugh, a pack of condoms wouldn't hurt either. Next time, I'll remind myself to ca rry even just one. I gazed lovingly at her. She's leaning on my arms, purring happily with her eyes closed, pink tinges are on her cheeks. She looked so beautiful. It had been ama zing. Their every curve perfectly fits! Goddess Serena, I smiled to myself. You'

re one lucky soul, Chase. I caressed her beautiful face as I bent down to kiss her. She slowly opened her eyes. She smiled at me as she blinked her puffy eyes. My heart flutter. I smiled. I knew I'd been right all along- I really loved her. "It never occured, even in my wildest dream, that I'll be having s3x on an empty classroom during a rainy day.." she croaked. "At least you had it unexpectedly. And FYI, its making love, not just s3x." I pa used. "Did I hurt you?" I asked, remembering every glorious detail of our journe y to heaven. I can still feel her fingernails clawing and digging deeper into my skin. I can still hear her moans. I don't have her words but all I wanted to do now was repeat that heavenly act over and over again. She slowly nodded. "I'll go slow the next time okay? I'm sorry. I love you." I whispered looking st raight into her eyes. I leaned over her and kissed her softly on the forehead. She smiled but that smile never reached her eyes. There was something in them th at says she's unhappy. I kissed her. I felt wonderful. I've never felt this way before. It wiped my thoughts of her being unhappy with me. She is happy. She is. She will. Because I'll make sure she is. SERENA "I love you." "I love you." "I love you." Chase's voice kept repeating on my mind. Like an LSS playing all over again. He loved me. There was no question. I felt dizzy at the thought. I don't think I'd be able to stand it. I like Chase. But it wasn't enough to say that I already love him. You know, true love just never lies. My heart pounded nervously against my chest wall as I made my way to my unit. I can't believe I just had s3x with him. Its like my body cannot resist his. He ma de me feel hot. I succumbed to his every command, to his warm hugs and hot kisse s.. If somebody finds out about that, I'll be one dead meat. :| I swear. My hands were trembling as I held the door knob. It quickly gave way. I locked i t before I went to school. Is he already here? I find it hard to walk towards my room. Its like I was forcing my feet to drag t hemselves into my room. I tried to bring back my composure but I was just too tired to ever think of it . And then, my eyes landed on him. He was sitting on my bed, unpacking his stuffs from his luggage. He slowly held his head up and gave me his gorgeous smile. The smile I first fall in love with. I felt my heart melt. He never failed to make me go crazy, even crazier. He never failed to lure me in his charms. "Hi!" he said gently. "Care to give me a hug?" He smiled as he opened his arms, pulling me in for a hug and resting his head o

n my shoulder. "I missed you. Where have you been? Its raining hard." he asked, surveying me wi th narrowed eyes. "I know, but some lazy guards forgot to remind me that classes were suspended." I lied. Believe me, it hurts me too. Aw. :| I promised to be honest but look what I just did. Well, you shouldn't be totally honest right? "You should've call me." "Its alright. I can manage." I lied for the second time, forcing a smile. Strike two, Serena. He pulled me closer so he could give me a peck on my nose. It tickles. I love it when he do that. "I missed you.. I'm living here.." he breathed as he looked into my eyes. I smil ed. We'll be together from this day on. We would sit facing each other studying for exams. We'll cook dinner together. Aw. That's sounds really, really fabulous ! "I love you." My heart gave a somersault. I bit my lower lip. What if he finds out? That I los t my virginity on that rainy day he arrived on our unit? What if Chase finds out that I've been hooking up with another guy? What if he finds out that I am unfa ithful? "I love you more, Lance." I said, looking into his eyes. And they assured me tha t he really loves me. I know he do. And guilt started eating me inside. :| I'm in lust with Chase, I think I'm in lo ve with Lance.. Make up your mind Serena before you lose them both. Is it bad to want two people at the same time? I believe its not. CHAPTER NINE Days went by. Chase and I made the piano room our room for giggling and cuddling . Its not the school having strict rules regarding Public Display of Lust, errr. . I mean affection. I don't care about Chase's reasons. Whatever they were, they do me right. But not everything is happy. Its hard to keep a secret. A secret you can't tell anybody cause they might go blabbing about it. I had to keep my secret all to my self and everytime I felt like telling it, I just let out a huge exasperated sig h. It just felt like a burden. Its something hard. I acted like a paranoid kid. It just felt like I'm dreading for a time bomb to go all the way and kill me. ----This morning, Lance prepared a hearty breakfast for the two of us. My guilt star ted eating me, AGAIN. Damn this guilt! I should never have it. I'm always dreadi

ng for tomorrow to come. What if they find out? Sheesh. "Something wrong? You look pale." he asked while putting fried sausages into my plate. I quickly shook my head. Oh Lance, believe me, I didn't mean to hurt you, to lie to you, to betray your trust. Oh motherfcuking conscience, just let me finish eating. Puhleeease. He sad down opposite me. "I'll be home late." he said, in between mouthfuls of fried sausages. "The socie ty wants fresh faces so I have to roam around the city to search for someone exo tic." he chuckled. His camera swung as he lunged forward to finish his sausages. Lance is one of the members of an org which shoots crap, er, I mean, photos. Hee . "Why don't you try me?" I asked half-heartedly, pouting my lips and striking a p ose. "I was thinking of the same idea, sweetheart but I don't like other guys swoonin g over your beauty." -----He went to school an hour earlier. He needed a special signed permission to carr y out his duties. I slumped down into a stool facing the mirror and stared at my reflection. Goddess Serena turned into b!tch Serena. Slvt Serena. Wh@re Serena. Damn. I'm all that. Yes. Condemned me all you want! I saw my phone lit up. Chase calling... "Hey gotta pick you up! On my way! No classes. See yah!" The line went dead. No classes. I stood up and peeked out of the blinds. There's the sunshine. So ho w come we've got no classes? I picked up my phone and went for Lance's mobile. "Sweetie?" "No classes today.." I mumbled. "Yeah, sorry I forgot to tell you. Go out with your friends. I gotta go Serena, bye!" Why such a hurry? I scowled just as my phone lit up. It was a message.. From Lan ce. "Pick a fancy dress." I smiled. Am I going to be his next model? Aw. I should buy that DVF chiffon gow n in yellow before that ivory Calvin Klein silk dress. Oohh. I was still smiling to myself when a knock came in. I ran to get the door.

"Hey." Chase greeted, casually. He was looking uggh.. very summer-y. "Yo." His lips curved into an unmistakeably devilish grin. "What?" "You're still on you're bathrobe, honey." he said, walking inside and shutting t he door with his foot. "Wait-" "No need to change. I just love seeing you naked." He walked towards me, I stepped backwards. "Chase I-" He put a finger on my mouth to shut me up. He lunged forward and kiss ed me like a hungry dog. He pulled out his shirt. Sh!t. I hate it when he do tha t. You know I'm having a hard time controlling my lust! FTW. He breathed into my neck. He kissed my sun-kissed naked shoulders as my bathrobe fell. And the rest, is history repeating itself. ----"Chase.." I called. "Yes?" he said, sniffing and breathing in my neck like a wild dog ready to pounc e to its next victim. "I've got to tell you something." I said rolling on my side and propping my head up on one hand. "What?" he asked as he rolled over. I opened my mouth but no words came out. I should tell him. I should. Get ready to lose him Serena. Get ready. Fcuk. I CAN'T. Believe me, it freaking hard! "Spill it out."

"Iamhookingupwithaguylivinginthisveryunit." Last Edit: May 30, 2010, 01:22:20 am by aeinlovewithyou Report to moderator Logged I Can't Smile Without You (: The sequel to Miss Sunshine and Mr. Arrogant. March 2011. ________________________________________ CHAPTER TEN "Wait Serena. Go slower, will you?" he said impatiently.

I looked at him. I opened my mouth but for the second time, no words came out. I took a deep breathe as I avoided his gaze. Why is it so hard to tell the truth? Is it really tormenting to tell someone that you cheated on him? "I am living with another guy here.. A-Another lover.." I saw him tightly shut his eyes as his jaw tightened. He got out of bed and put his clothes on. Without a word. "Chase.. I-" "Sorry.. was never synonymous to I won't do it again." he said icily, without lo oking at me. He bent down and gathered his things. "But-" "If you want my forgiveness, Serena, then let me tell you.. Forgiveness is diffe rent from second chances.." he said, trying to keep his voice calm. Trying not t o sound hurt. But I knew he was. Fcuk. This is all my fault. Everything's my fault! He left. I tailed and watched him helplessly as he sped furiously from my apartm ent. To return or never, that is the question. Now, get ready to lose Lance. -----I went back to my unit and lied down on my bed for God knows how long, rememberi ng the first time my parents told me about my fianc, the day I first bumped into Chase, the day Lance saved my life, the day I've lost one of them and the day I will be losing another. Wishing "If only I could turn back time" would be completely rubbish. I knew the consequences but I still let myself ate the forbidden fruit. I'm only fifteen. And fifteen year old girls doesn't live with a guy and have yo u-know-what with another. I'm more than a slvt. I stirred as a tear fell from on e of my eyes. Before I hang myself up in the ceiling, I got out of bed and stayed in the tub f or so long, all of the bubbles nearly went out. Afterwhich, I wandered absent-mindedly, in my Kors wooden-heeled clogs around th e Eleventh Avenue to check for the bazaar. Hillsdale North and South were very e xcited for the much awaited annual acquaintance party. You know, the stupid get together, know each other party. I was thinking of not going there but Vicky pho ned me the other day and asked me to persuade Aunt Giselle to let her come. And so I did. Every felt excited.. while this one unlucky soul felt dreadful. :| Ever since I told Lance the truth, I had been struggling to be my usual wicked brat self, but I just can't. ----An hour had passed. My legs felt numb and stiff after I've visited almost every bazaar around the Eleventh Avenue. I decided to go back to my unit to have a lit tle thinking on what is the best way to break the bad news to Lance without brea

king his heart, if that would be possible. But I trust you, It wouldn't be. It was a bright sunny afternoon. People were enjoying the sunshine but as much a s I've wanted to do the same, you knew I just can't. I was about to cross the street when a voice suddenly called me. "Serena!" I flinched as a hand touched my shoulders. It was Lance. Wait- I thought he said he'll be roaming around the city? "Hey! Why are you here? I thought-" "Never mind that." he said with a smile. He put his fingers in between mine as w e crossed the streets and went up to our unit. Every curve just perfectly fits! "Lance, you should be working." I nagged him, as he let me inside. "I'll be quick. I just can't wait to give this to you." He reached for his pocket and pulled out a little box in black. I watched him as he slowly opened it. I stared at it not knowing what to say. "Been saving money for this. You like it?" I nodded, the same time my phone lit up. I reached for it. 2 new messages Vickyyyyyy (: "B!tch, a speeding car hit Kaulitz."

Uh-0h. Chapter 11

The news that Chase Kaulitz got hit by a speeding car spread like wild fire when it truth, he was NEARLY missed by the car! I could have pulled Vicky's precious extensions for exaggerating things! Lance, however, didn't went home for two straight days. He phoned me the other d ay to tell me that he'll not be able to pick me up at the the day of the party. It left me sad but in the end, I felt so relieved not having one of them with me . At least, I can finally think of ways on how to break him the bad news. But ev erytime I saw the necklace, with its swarovski crystals glimmering in the light, I just can't help but feel bad. My heart sank as the thought of having to retur n this beautiful thing suddenly occupied my mind. I stared at my mobile the mome nt it lit up.

1 new message Chase I'm giving you til tonight to get rid of your lover. The message read just as th e door suddenly burst open. "Oy b!tch! What are you on about? Come on! Let's go out and enjoy the sunshine!" Vicky exclaimed, as she plopped down into Lance's empty bed, kicking off her Ma nolo Blahnik heels and showing off her bare, Urban Decay Piggy Bank-pink-toenail ed feet. "Its nearly lunch time. Can't we do it later?" I mumbled faking a yawn. "Certainly not! We. Need. To. Get. Pampered! I yawned as I stretched my arms and legs. As soon as I've changed into something presentable, that is a Milly NY green-and-gold brocade print dress, Vicky dragg ed me and chucked me inside her brand-new Mercedes. "Loads to do today, beybeh!" she exclaimed, smiling toothily at me and tapping t he steering wheel with both of her hands. -----We went into a fastfood chain where we had our lunch. As soon as I've had my las t bite on my burger, she quickly stood up and glided back to her car without eve n letting the food goes down my stomach. We had a body massage on her favorite s pa where they lather us up with sugar, cocoa, honey and chocolate to pamper our body. Yum! After that soothing and refreshing Chocolate massage, we went to Elev enth Avenue where Vicky generously got me the DVF chiffon gown in yellow I was e yeing for weeks already. She got herself a Chanel black halter dress that showed a hint of cleavage. "to seduce Natie.." she said, chuckling. Afterwhich, we went to a salon where she insisted that I'll go for the extension s the hairdresser offered. At half past seven, we were ready to go to the party which will be held at Mary Gold's mansion, one of the most expensive place where one could held all sorts o f parties. The mansion would be a 20-minute drive from the salon. And Vicky, bei ng one excited kid, drove there pronto, not minding her faked license that'll ge t us into more trouble! Pfft. The night air felt chilly. I shrugged as we glided inside the mansion. An ocean of new and old familiar faces met us. Vicky glided quickly the moment she saw he r bunch of friends. Thank you very much, Vicky. I stormed away from her and her crew. I wandered around as my eyes searched for my friends and found Zach, one o f my classmate back in Hillsdale South, looking very handsome in a crisp black t uxedo. "Serena! How are you! You looked fantastic!" he exclaimed as he gave me a peck. "Spare me with your cruel jokes, Zach I chuckled. "Where are the others?" Milan. I'm sure they're going to miss this one." "Oh." I breathed sadly. -----

As the night goes on, the students of Hillsdale Upper School started to dance ou t of tune. The twin geeky sisters being one of them. Chase's idiotic fanclub were dressed in all black, they looked like The Salem Witches. Hah! (: "Zach, I need to use the Ladies' room. Where do you think it is?" "I'll come with you." he offered. "Thank you, Zach but I can manage.." I politely told him. A virginity lost is a dignity lost, I thought as I went upstairs and turned righ t. There were numerous doors in this particular corridor, or maybe I consumed to much alcohol. I've taken off my heels and was walking barefooted on the carpet that slightly tickled my feet when I heard a soft moan coming from one of the do ors. Some couple must be making out, I thought as the moans grew louder. My feet drag ged me to find out where they came from. ...... ...... It came from the sixth door on the left side of the corridor. I walked near it, knelt down and pressed my ear. Slvt Serena evolved into eavesdropper Serena. How appropriate! My heart pounded heavily as I clutched my heels tightly. I could hear more moans , fumbling, silence and then fumbling again. I stood up and bent a little. My other hand was now gripping the knob. I was abo ut to open the door and take a peek inside when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped. It was Nadine Montenegro, clad in that ivory Calvin Klein silk dress I w as dying to have!! Pfft. Jealous much? Well, she looked absolutely fat in that m otherfcuking to-die-for-gowns I wanted. "What're you up to?" she asked, her breath smells of alcohol. She swayed as her puffy eyes blinked slowly. "Watching a scene. Wanna see it?" She nodded. She grabbed the knob and opened the door slowly. It was Lance. CHAPTER 12

He was making out with a girl in a red strapless Gucci gown. Nadine and I watche d them made love. We watched until the live show was over. Definitely different from the porn movies Stephen downloaded in my notebook. Is there a porn movie ma de passionately by two people obviously in love? Lance cheated on me. The same w ay I've cheated on him. AND IT HURTS LIKE FCUKING HELL. I was rooted to the spot , watching as he cuddled his new girl. I fought the urge to cry and broke down. "Ooooh. I've always thought of Lance De Chavez as a gentleman." she chuckled. He

r eyes glinting evilly as she slowly closed the door. "Yeah.." I breathed as I bent down to put my Prada heels back. ----We went down the party, and separated before Vicky spotted us together. You know how she loathes Nadine. My legs became wobbly. I felt weak. I had a hard time w alking with my heels on. I swayed. Its hard to march with your nose in the air k nowing that someone cheated on you. Betrayed your trust. I could have chose Chas e instead. Then I could be happy. I don't have any idea as to how my feet managed to walk to the little bar at the far end of Mari Gold's. All I knew was that I need to forget. And that meant, d rowning myself with alcohol. And so I drank. One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Twenty Seven.. Thirty Eight bottles.. And I still felt the urge to drink more. "You should stop drinking miss. Its not good for you." the bartender told me. "That's right. Where have you been, bad girl? I was looking for you." I looked at the man in front of me. He was handsome. Handsome in every little wa y. Who is he? Why is it that alcohol slows everything down? "Serena! Can you hear me?" My head was spinning. I felt dizzy. Everything was moving. "Ch-Chase.." I mumbled as I flung my arms to him. I nearly stumble if he hadn't pulled me by the waist. "Jesus, what are you doing to yourself?!" he exclaimed, helping me stand up. "Take this stupid thing around my neck.." I breathed. He obliged. He held the necklace carefully. I was getting impatient. I shoved hi s arms away and snatched the necklace with all my fury and then placed it right onto the bar. "Chase.. I'm sorry.." I said, my voice trembling as I tried to stand up straight but failed. I stumbled. He held me by the waist, and then he put my arms around me. Everything suddenly felt warm. Tears came rolling down my cheeks. I felt him bru shed my hair. "Ch.. Chase I'm sorry.. Believe me.." "Its alright. Just promise me-" I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence. I just got the urge to kiss him. A nd I did. And it felt effortless- the exact opposite of watching someone betrayed your tr ust. ----We went to his pad after we left the party though it wasn't the right time to le

ave. Chase thought I had too much alcohol. Hah! I made sure of that. "You want something to eat?" "No, thanks. I felt sick. My head is pounding." I told him, trying to bent down and take off my Prada heels. "Let me." he said, sitting on the wooden edge of his bed. He had taken off his s hirt. Well, he lend me his tux, anyway. Sh!t. The alcohol made me hot and so is he. Double Sh!t. "I'm Sorry.." I mumbled. "Forget it. You're already here." he whispered. I shut my eyes as I felt his lips on mine. I put my arms around him. I just can' t seem to control my lust everytime I'm with this man. Aaaaahhh. "Make love with me, Chase.." I mumbled as we staggered to our feet. He pushed me down on the bed, kissing every part of me. ..The way Lance did to his girl. I remembered how our clothes fell on the floor, the way their clothes did. I rem embered how their bodies became one. Just as we did.. I made love the same night he did. I loved him. He broke my heart in return. I l eft Chase for him, he left me for another. This guy over me still love me even t hough I broke his heart. "Goodnight." he mumbled as he kissed my forehead. He put his arms around me. I f elt completely blissful sleeping with him totally naked. And this is where I sho uld be. Right? (: CHAPTER THIRTEEN The incessant beeping and burping of my Motorola Slvr phone in gold woke me up t he next day. I had a hard time rummaging through our stuffs. I'm all naked and C hase's got the sheets all to himself. After a while, it stopped beeping. I lied down back on the bed. I felt Chase snuggled closer to me, his messy hair touchin g the tip of his pointed nose. "Chase, I need to find my phone.. Get off the sheets and get dressed.." He yawned as he touch my thank you-no carb-equals-no flabs tummy. "Probably you' re loverboy.. We'll let him call all he want! You've ditched him already.." I rolled over the sheets. "Chase! C'mon.." I pleaded. He yawned and stretched some more before he got up letting me see his adoring bu tt. :"> Oh. ----Clad in Chase's faded brown YOUR PLACE OR MINE shirt after taking a cold shower,

I raided his closet to find a micro-mini GAP denim skirt. I rummaged through hi s stuffs and looked for my cell. 7 missed calls 2 messages All from Stephen the fcukface. What's so important? I thought as I opened his me ssage. Dad & Mom wants us home by lunchtime. It read. I went out of the room into the kitchen where Chase was cooking sunny side up eg gs. Wow, looks like he's going to be a perfect loving husband. "Hey.." I called. "Yeah?" he asked, now putting the eggs into a platter. He walked to the fridge a nd got some frozen sausages. "I need to be home by Lunchtime. Mom and Dad were looking for me. By the way, I borrowed one of your flings skirts. I'll bring it back tomorrow." I said, half-h eartedly, hoping the piece of denim didn't belong to any wh@re he had dated. "I don't bring attention wh@res just to mess my bed. That's belongs to my sister ages ago. When she used to live in here." he said. "Alright then." I said as I went d through my purse and found two is is not much! Well, taking the in case of emergency, I thought e. Aargh! Fashion Crisis! I went back to his room to gather my stuffs. I rummage thousand bucks in my Fossil wallet in ebony. Th train doesn't cost much. I have my Express Card as I don the prada heels I wore the night befor back at the Kitchen.

"Hey! I'll be off! Thanks for the breakfast but mom and dad wants me home!" I ex claimed. "On that clothes?" he asked, looking at me like I was kind of disgusting. I roll ed my eyes. "Well.. I'll just hail a cab to my apartment and then take the train home.." I s aid, truthfully. "You want me to drive for you?" he asked. "No-no. I can handle myself." I said as I neared him, giving him a goodbye-i'll see you later kiss he'll never forget all his life. "Call me?" he asked, licking his lips. "Definitely!" ----And so I hailed a cab to my apartment building. I'm sure Lance isn't home. He's too busy canoodling with a motherfcuking fcukface back in one of Mari Gold's sui te. Yeah. I put Lance out of my mind as I think of what to wear on my way home. Well, a dr ess would probably hurt as I'll be taking the train. Alright, just go for the je ans and that white top. Yeah, that would be it.

I glanced at my Prada watch lined with little Swarovski crystals as I hopped out of the cab and into the morning light. I shaded my eyes from the sun with a han d. Ahh, so much for not bringing my Chanel sunglasses. I walked in on my apartment building and onto my unit. My stomach rumbling with hunger. I could have some french fries on my way here. I opened the door and surely, what I saw surprised me! It was Lance.. For the second time. . CHAPTER FOURTEEN Honestly, I don't know how I felt at that time. All I hear was the loud thump of my heart against my chest. All the time I stood there seeing their beyond flabb ergasted faces. Lance was there, over the girl, staring at me like he'd seen a g host. The girl was obviously more shocked than he was. Who wouldn't? You were li ke, making love.. Totally naked and all.. Then somebody, namely me, came stridin g across the room. I stood there, frozen on the spot. I just stood stupidly gaping at them, like my brain had a hard time processing what I just saw. It took me at least two minut es to realize that I am being cheated! I tried so hard to keep my tears from falling as I regained my composure. "I'll just.. I'll just grab some.. clothes.." I said, trying to keep my voice st raight, hurrying towards my closet. My feet felt like lead, I had a hard time dr agging them. My closet door flew open. I grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans - Gucci, Prada, Chanel- FTW, it doesn't matter now. After I hurriedly put them in a bag, I threw myself out of the room, snatching a different pair of slippers - a red one and a black one. I looked outside as I caught my breath. Dark clouds were starting to cover the s un. I decided to take the stairs than to break down inside the elevator. When I reached the lobby, I immediately noticed the people outside, hurrying and walking in fast paces- their hands over their heads. I walked out, smiled weakl y at the guard who politely pulled the door for me. Droplets of water kissed my blond hair. I looked up and saw the dark clouds hove ring above. Little droplets of water fell over my face. I leaned on the apartment building and sighed heavily. A tear fell down my face and moments later, it continued streaming down my face as Lance's and his girl's images played back on my mind. Like my favorite movie I enjoyed watching - I al most memorized the lines. My life is practically screwed up. First, my parents set me up on an arranged ma rriage - with a total stranger. Second, my apartment was totally ripped away fro m me by a cheap attention whore. Third, somebody named Lance, not just broke my heart. He crushed it into pieces. Why the fcuking hell can't the people around me just mind their own lives? Or at least give me some respect I deserved? Why the fcuking hell can't I switched th

is Gucci, Prada, Chanel, Dior, Guess.. Blah, blah, material things to someone wh o will be there to listen, to comfort me, to give me a hug.. To love me.. I slid down, my head on my knees, as I cried my heart out. The rain poured heavi ly. Every little thing in me were all soaked up - my clothes, my motorola, even Me! I'm just fifteen but I think I couldn't go on any farther. Not with a life l ike this. I continued to cry my heart out, hoping the pain would go in an instant. The rai n suddenly stopped. But I can still hear the raindrops. I looked up, wiping my t ears and the rain water that washed blurred my eyes with the back of my hands. I looked up again and saw Chase holding an enormous, black umbrella. "I shouldn't have allowed you on your own." he said. Tears streamed down my face as I look upon this guy clad in his usual Hanes cott on shirt in white. The hem of his Marc Jacob pants were already dripping wet. He helped me stood up and put his arms around me to give me a warm and comfortin g hug - the hug that made me cry and broke down. "You'll be alright now.." he muttered as he brushed my already wet hair. I cried even harder. "Serena." A familiar, gentle voice spoke behind. I freed myself from Chase's arm s and turned around only to find myself facing Lance. CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"Serena, can we talk?" he asked. His gentle voice never failed to made my heart flutter. I avoided his gaze as I remembered his cheating ways. WOW. I shook my h ead as my mouth hanged open in disbelief. After he let me watched one of those w ild fcuking shows he had done, he came out of nowhere asking if we could talk?! Wow. Maybe he wants to tell me how wonderful it is to lie on top of a whore and roll their big butts on bed. Ha! Chase, on the other hand, grasped me on the elbow and pulled me sharply behind h im as he shot a ferocious look at Lance who frowned. His eyes narrowing. His exp ression questioning. Like he wanted to ask "Why are you with this guy?" But his expression changed abruptly. I could've had asked him too. Like "Hey! You enjoye d your freaking show?!" I was about to congratulate him for doing a very good pe rformance when Chase interrupted. "SO YOU STILL GOT YOUR BALLS INTACT TO TALK TO SERENA?!" Chase roared. The enorm ous black umbrella trembled as he grasped it tighter. "You set me up." Lance said through gritted teeth, now meeting Chase's ferocious stares. "SET YOU UP?! HAH! YOU'VE GOT TO BE JOKING MAN! ITS YOU WHO MADE THE MISTAKE, WH Y BLAME IT TO ME NOW?" Lance took a step forward. Maybe he really wanted to explain himself. Didn't I w itnessed too much of his freaking fcuking show to even allow him to explain? "Serena, he set me up." he said seriously. His dark-green reflected me. I looked

the other way. It breaks my heart Lance but even an apology couldn't make every thing alright. "Set you up? How come I saw you all naked at one of Marigold's suite? How dare y ou brought that cheap attention whore IN MY OWN APARTMENT?!" He fell quiet. Ha! Guilty. Damn you, liar. I loved you. Now, burn in hell with y our lies. Set up? What a lame excuse to tell! A lame excuse for a very good actor. "Are you having a hard time sewing your tongue with lies, Lance?" I asked, raisi ng a brow. He froze. I knew I hit a nerve. I tugged Chase's arm and whispered "Let's go." He nodded and gave me an exasperated smile as he put his fingers in between mine and led me to his car. Brrr. I'm shaking. I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold. "Serena, please.." I heard Lance pleading voice. I ignored him. Chase opened the passenger door, let me in, put my seatbelt on and kissed my for ehead. Forget the cold. :"> He got inside and pulled out his hanky. "Its not much but I'm going to drive really fast just to make sure you're not go ing to be sick." he said as he gazed lovingly at me. ****** I quickly went inside the bathroom the moment he opened his apartment. I stayed at the warm tub for who knows how long, still feeling confused. Still feeling- I dunno. Is Lance telling the truth? I wondered. After I watched his first privat e show, Chase showed up at the bar acting like he was my knight-in-shining-armor . After I caught him for the second time, Chase showed up again. Were they just mere coincidences? But Chase couldn't. If he did set Lance up, the latter could decline but instead, he enjoyed fcuking the girl so much, he brought that fcukfa ce home. What a good damn liar. I shut my eyes tightly as I wrapped myself in a white towel. I went out absent-m indedly throwing his white cotton shirt over my head. I wore his boxer shorts an d even one of his briefs! Shameonme. I could have done some shopping but I was a lready sneezing my brain out. I sat on his bed as I heard him get the door. Somebody rang his doorbell. I shou ld give my mom a call but my motorola razr just got urggh! SOAKED. Forget about my mom. She'll just freak out, burst into tears and will eventually flood me wit h her sentiments. I'll just think of some lame excuse to tell my freaking mom, I thought as I snee ze. Grrr. I pouted when I heard a beep. It came from Chase's blackberry atop the bedside table. I picked it up. I knew reading somebody else's private message i sn't a right thing to do. But.. It'll be our little secret. Alright? It came from an unregistered number. The message read: I'm back! Meet me? -V CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"How come you're wearing that guy's boxer shorts? Don't you think its a bit gros s of you?" Stephen asked, making his voice sound gay-ish. He laughed afterwards and then banged his head in the air as some idiotic rock band sang on his car st ereo. I phoned him earlier envying Chase's Blackberry curve, asking to come over at Ma dison, the place where Chase live. I still couldn't get over V's message. That V is one of Chase's girl. I am dead sure. I trust my instinct more than anybody e lse in this cruel world. Trust my instincts to be more accurate than a lie detec tor test. I looked absent-mindedly out of his car window. What if that V is Chase's past l over? Or worst, some girl who pursued her dreams abroad leaving him behind to wa it for her? My heart sank at the thought. "Hey!" Stephen's impatient tone jerked me back to reality. I must've left his qu estion unanswered. "Some ruddy roommate I got back on my unit brought a fcukface only to stick his might throbbing d!ck onto her already salivating vag!na." I told him, the hint o f sarcasm was pretty audible. "Wow. Talking about some live porn. What are you going to do?" he asked. "My initial plan was to temporarily live with you at Suburban but I couldn't ima gine taking the train for at forty-five minutes just to get to school. I'll be d oing a little more thinking." I said thoughtfully. "Yeah. Like I wanted you with me." he said, grinning evilly at me. "How will you explain those to mom?" he mouthed at Chase's boxers. "I'll just tell mom that these are yours cause I stayed the night on your pad." I chuckled at my own cleverness. "Piece of cake." "Mom wouldn't buy that." he said, nonchalantly. "Of course she will." I grinned and wink at him. "What if she don't?" "You got to help me." "What if I don't?" "Well, If you don't, I have no other choice but to spill the beans. You know.. A bout you.. Still seeing Helena." My brother's face instantly became ashen-white. I knew I hit the bulls-eye! Than ks for my cleverness. ****** My mother, all clad in a pink frilly dress eyed me suspiciously as I got out of Stephen's car. The strong scent of her Chanel no.5 perfume made me nauseous. "Oh my God Serena! Why are you wearing those.. Oh my goodness! Take a look at yo ur daughter, Greg!" he exclaimed, glaring at my dad and fanning herself with her hand, her nails painted crimson. She looked at me like something terrible had h

appened. "Cut the drama mom! I stayed the night at Stephen's." I rolled my eyes. "My Goodness! Greg! You're children are committing incest!" Mom shouted at my da d who was thanking the maid for bringing the lemonade. "What's so urgent, Ursula?" Stephen asked, his face now full of lipstick marks a fter my mom snatched him by the neck and squeezed his lanky frame. "You might want to pay me some respect Stephen!" mom snapped at him. "Anyway, I have some freaking good announcement. For the both of you." she said, giving one of her stewardess smile. "For the both of us?" Stephen asked. Mom ignored him. "Yes." She cleared her throat purposively, beaming at us. "In two weeks time, yo u'll both meet your fianc!" she exclaimed happily. "WHAT?!!" We screamed in unison. "Can I marry Serena instead?" Stephen asked, his eyes close to tears. "Certainly not. She's your sister!" "I'm not marrying anyone!" he shouted, stomping his foot angrily. "Well, just make sure you're capable enough to feed yourself! Because the moment one of you act against me, I will disinherit you. BOTH OF YOU." CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I couldn't believe my mom. First, me. Now, me and Stephen! Isn't she too charita ble to actually pushed her two children into a fixed marriage? Why don't she loo k for a job? Then she could be doing something useful rather than meddling in ou r lives whenever she got the chance. My dad, on the other hand, is worse than an y action figure my brother collects. Its always Ursula who knows their children best! What the fcuk is happening to this family?! I preferred to shut myself in my room, tears streaming down my temples as I crie d lying on my stomach. About eight in the evening, Marga, one of our maids knock ed, telling me that dinner is ready downstairs and that mom and dad are waiting for me. I told her, in my nicest tone to just bring that dinner upstairs. Stephe n did the same thing too, she told me, as I wolfed my favorite steak. That's whe n I realized how hungry I was. Later that night, as my mind replayed everything, I suddenly got the urge to cal l Chase. To cry on him. To be comforted by him, but if my memory serves me right , someone named V is back. My heart sank as the thought of Chase having a good t ime with V struck me. I could have phone Cheska instead but I don't exactly know what to tell her. Around half past ten, mom knocked a few times, probably to sa y goodnight. I pretended to be asleep. I heard her knocked several times in Step hen's room but he left them unanswered too. My mom did a pretty good job, to make us obey her every command. And by acting a gainst her, that only means one thing: DISINHERITANCE. She knew Stephen couldn't live without his car. She knew I couldn't live without my designer clothes, bag s and stuffs.

I glanced at my bedside table, seeing my poor motorola in its worst condition. I was about to turn my lampshade off when my eyes fell on a paper neatly folded a nd tucked under the flower vase. The letter came from the English European Boarding School. It is a boarding scho ol that houses both highschool and college students from all over the world. The letter said that I passed their entrance exam and that I can call anytime to up date my slot. I plopped down my bed, clutching the paper and waving it triumphantly. This is t he answer! The very answer! I'll tell Stephen about this later in the morning! I think he took up an entrance exam for a boarding school somewhere North. Finall y! ***** I was awaken by Marga's pounding knocks the next morning. I opened the door, puf fy-eyed and asked her "What the fcuking hell is wrong with you, Marga?! She handed me the wireless phone and I yanked it brutally as I slammed the door shut. "Hello?" I croaked. "Hey grouch! This is Zach. Wanna go sailing?" Zach asking me to go sailing with him? Nice idea! I missed the sea. I jumped on the bed, telling him to come over at an hour. To go sailing with Zach is a big deal. He is one of the richest guy in HillsDale South. His father owns at least a hundred yachts! Like yachts are just toy cars ! I rubbed my itching eyes profusely with the back of my hand as I headed into t he bathroom. I was already packing my stuffs into an oversized tote when my mom came striding across my room. I saw her raised one of her perfectly pencil-lined brow. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?!" she demanded. "Didn't you make my life miserable enough to even stop me now? I snapped. She gl ared at me. "I'm sailing with Zach. And I want you to think of this while I'm aw ay.." I said, shoving the letter from the English European Boarding School to he r hands. "Because I'm going.." CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHASE My phone began burping annoyingly the moment Serena left with her brother Stephe n. HOME. It registered on the screen. I presumed that the call was from my mothe r. I really don't have any plans of answering her calls but she'd been calling a lot lately. Probably to remind me about the marriage. The marriage, remember?! "Hello?" I croaked, dreading to hear her voice. I don't want to think about the marriage. I swear I don't want to hear her utter anything about the marriage. I' m not yet ready. I don't want to get married. Please. Spare me from another hear

tache. Don't make me hate my mom. "Can you come home later, honey?" she asked, her voice sounded quite weird. I kn ow right? The fact that I haven't talked to her much after she mentioned the mar riage made her voice sounds so different. Not that I blamed her for agreeing wit h my father to set me up (my father does the fcuking signing of some ruddy crap) but I just felt the need to be on my own.. To enjoy life for awhile and to just .. breathe. "Later?" I repeated suddenly feeling excited on the thought of going home. I've been living on delivered goods, mostly pizza whenever I'm here. I miss my mom's cooking. She usually makes the best out of everything. "Yes. I'll cook your favorite Paella." The thought of eating my favorite Paella later made my stomach growled with hunger. A smile was visible on my lips. "Sure. I'll just finish some school stuffs." I said. School stuffs! HA! My histo ry term paper needs to be started. I could have flunk history and repeat junior year. Oh, I just can take my schoolwork home with me right? I quickly took a shower, got dressed and admired myself in front of the mirror. I just love wearing this Marc Jacobs pants. Not that its the only thing that fit s but I just love it anyway. One of my not-so-vain side. HA! I was already looking for my history notes when my blackberry began burping anno yingly again. I should have change this ringing tone. I picked it up from the be dside table. An unregistered number was calling. My initial thought was Serena. So she finally got herself a new blackberry! That spoiled brat! "Hello?" But it wasn't Serena's voice that answered. "Hey Chase! Its me! I'm on the fourteenth Avenue! See me!" "He-" Toot. Toot. Toot. The line went dead. That sounds like -Oh sht! Is she back? Oh, what a stupid thing to ask. She's bac k from Europe! Oh my fcuking God. I hastily grabbed my messenger bag. Aargh! For get the history notes. I'll go for google later back home. ***** I was walking down the fourteenth avenue when someone's familiar voice made me s topped on my tracks. I looked behind and saw her sitting under a huge umbrella o f a particular delicacy shop - a smile on her face. She looks hot - only Serena' s hotter, I thought. "Hey!" my eyes widened as she beamed and smiled at me. "Hey.." I mutered, still couldn't believe that I was actually sitting just oppos ite her. Just like three years ago.. Before she left for Europe. We were still a kid then. Young, carefree.. And innocent. "How's Paris?" I asked, gaping at her. She looked totally different -more beauti ful, more sophisticated. "Good. I missed home a lot." She smiled weakly.

"I know.. By the way, I can't stay long.. I haven't been home for ages and my mo m's looking for me.." I said trying to hide the awkwardness. "Yeah, me too! But I guess we will have more time together. My flight's not due til the third week." "That's good then!" "Yeah. How's life here? Pick up any interesting brunette?" she chuckled. I remem bered everytime she persuade me to have girlfriends after... I swallowed hard. "No, blonde" She beamed at me. "Really? Exactly what I've been persuading you to do!" I nodded. I will never forget her.. Everything about her. "Yeah.." I breathed. "How about you? Meet any beret-wearing dude?" She laughed and shook her head as she rummaged through her purse and brought out her phone. "Oh I'm sorry Chase. I have to go. Let's go visit Vanessa sometimes." I nodded. "Thanks Venice." CHAPTER 19 LANCE Am I a stupid @sshole for cheating on Serena? That's the most stupid question yo u asked yourself Lance! Of course you are! The night I hooked up with- What's th at girl's name again? Oh. I forgot. But hooking up with her was already a mistak e. But I even brought her home to fcuk her. I love Serena. But I respected her s o much, I couldn't dare touch her. Sex is everybody's need. Lame excuse. But tha t is true. And its just too late now. Too late to get her back. I know she'll ne ver forgive me. Never in her life. And I know that I've hurt her too much. I saw my mom plopped down the sofa, her newly adopted Persian cat, Percy, was hi ssing in her arms. "What's with the long face?" she asked cheerfully as she beamed at me. After I've ditched the girl whom I forgot the name, I immediately went straight home only to find out that in two weeks time, I will be meeting my fianc! And I t hink she wouldn't be too happy to see me. "Are you ready to meet her?" she asked, rubbing Percy's back. She crossed her le gs, put Percy on her lap and pat its head. The cat purred. "You should ask her if she's ready." I mumbled, frowning at her. My mom gave me a quizical look, straightening her back that cause Percy to jump and hissed angrily at her. "Well.." I started, scratching my head and avoiding my mother's questioning star es. "I did something horrible. So horrible that she wouldn't find her heart to f

orgive me." My mom took a deep breathe. "Spill it out." she said impatiently. "She.. caught me.. canoodling.. with.. somebody else." My mother gasped. She stared at me for quite sometime. "Well, in case she never find her heart to forgive you, then I have no choice bu t to call the wedding off." I gaped at her. Is she serious? She couldn't be! "You aren't serious right?" I asked, smiling awkwardly. "Whew. That was close!" I fanned myself with a hand. But I knew she was. Sometimes, I cannot really understand her. She wanted to mee t her daughter-in-law as early as this time. The reason why she had me set up. M ind you, she's really got this unusual sensitivity when it comes to her bestfrie nd. Her bestfriend means a lot to her. They've been together since nobody-knowswhen. And now, I've messed up with her bestfriend's daughter. "I am, Lance. Serena isn't the type of girl I want you to messed up with. What t he hell now?!" She shouted furiously across the room. I flinched. Yes. Serena Rein Curtis is my fianc. That's why I moved in to her unit and live w ith her. To know her. I've seen her a hundred times before she even flashed her sweet smile at me. She was Zach's first love. I didn't even know that she will b e my fianc. I liked her. But Zach love her. But then, my feelings grew stronger. But now, I've messed up everything between us. "I ripped away your friend's freedom to have Serena because I thought you could grow up and be a man to take care of her!" she pointed her index finger at me. I t was shaking furiously as her face turned beet-red in anger. "Mom please! Just a chance!" Yes. My mother ripped Zach's freedom to have Serena as his wife by asking Serena 's mom to talk to her dad, cancel their marriage and have her set up on me. I be trayed my friend. I messed up with my mother. I cheated on my fianc. What now? "Only Serena can give you a chance. If she thinks you deserve one.." she wept bi tterly. "But mom.." "Didn't you think how hard is it for Serena to be forced to something she doesn' t want?" "But you were the one who set me- I mean, us! Mom please.." "Grow up Lance. Be a man enough to face the consequences of your actions." And w ith that words, she stormed out of the room. CHAPTER 20 SERENA

I stormed out of the room leaving my mother's mouth hanging open as she clutched the paper tightly with her perfectly painted nails in crimson. I stepped inside Stephen's room and threw myself on his bed. I grabbed the sheets that cover his body and pulled them as hard as I can. "Hey bro!"I exclaimed as I shook him awake. He didn't budge. What a sleepyhead! I went down his bed and opened the blinds. He rolled over and pulled the sheets over his head, but I pulled them off him. He turned his back on me as he covered his eyes with his palms. "What do you want, Serena?" he croaked. "You took the entrance test in Boston's Boarding School for Boys, right?" I aske d, pushing my blonde locks that messed with my face. Stephen turned to face me. He pulled the sheets closer to him as he sat upright. "Yeah." he breathed, rubbing his puffy eyes profusely. "Well, I just got my letter from the English European Boarding School! And they got me in! I exclaimed triumphantly. His eyes grew wider. I winked at him. "Haven't you received your letter?" I asked, frowning at him. He shook his head. "Well then, check your mail!" I hissed. "Its a good way to escape mom and have a little freedom." "I'll check my mail later." he said, surveying me with narrowed eyes. "Why are y ou all dressed up, anyway?" "I'm sailing with some good friend. Bye brother dear." ***** And so I sailed with d I kissed him a lot my bestfriend! I had in my already fcuked Zach. Zach is my guy bestfriend back in Hillsdale South. An already. He's way too hot and I couldn't believe that he's a major crush on him long before Chase and Lance came to ru up life.

Zach is rich. He's cool. He's handsome. But I think he's gay! No offense meant b ut I think he really is. Girls swoon over him but he never paid attention to the m no matter how beautiful or sexy they were. "This will be your room." he told me as the door gave way. My mouth hanged open as my eyes scanned the magnificent room that feels totally home-y. I plopped dow n the bed and looked around. He sat down beside me. "My dad always make my mom stays in this particular cabin before she past away. I could say that this is the best." he smiled. I felt myself going red. "But where will you stay? Why don't you stay here with me? Who knows, we might b ring out our hidden chemistry!" I chuckled. A plump pillow landed straight to my face. "I'm allergic to blondes." he stated flatly. "I could dye my hair." "I don't like Brunettes either!" "How could you not like me? Every guy fancies me. Every guy wants me." I said, t rying to sound hurt.

"Because you are Serena! And you are my bestfriend!" he chuckled as he poke my n ose with his index finger. "But you kissed me back in seventh grade!" I chuckled. I saw his face drained ou t of blood. "You got the hots for me?" "Dream on." he said, rolling his eyes. Oh, how gayish. "Would you kiss me if I'd ask you to?" "No." "Okay. Now I knew it! You're gay! ZACHARY JANSSEN IS GAY! Gay! Gay! Gay!" I made face as I continued to tease him. Listen. I'm not gay. Got that?" "YOU ARE GAY!" I burst out laughing. He held the back of neck only to give me a rough kiss. What the hell! This is to o wet n' wild for a fifteen year old! I was gasping for breath but he didn't sto p. His kiss punished every part of me for calling him gay.

CHAPTER 21 I went to the far end corner of the yacht and smelled some fresh air. I wanted t o imitate Kate Winslet in Titanic. The scene where Leonardo De Caprio spreads he r arms at the very edge of the ship and she was like "I'm flying!" I sighed. Onl y I'm not flying. I'm not in Titanic. I have no Jack Dawson and I'm no Rose Dewi tt Bucater. I am Serena Rein Curtis. A fifteen year old girl who is forced to ma rry someone, together with my brother. My life is fcuked up already since I tran sferred in Hillsdale North. True. That place is full of sh!ts and lust. I watched a dolphin dived and sank into the deep blue waters again. I wished I c ould be free like it was. You could say that marrying someone isn't as bad as I could think of. Maybe, If I'm marrying Zach, then fixed marriage isn't that bad at all. But marrying a total stranger would be ridiculous! How could I marry som eone who doesn't fcuking know me at all?! I went back to my room and lied down on the bed. Zach's father phoned him earlie r to ask him if he already had the cars shipped to Spain. His dad, aside from ow ning a lot of yachts is a businessman. Their business consists mainly of cars; P orshe and Audi. Bigtime? I know! So Zach had to phone their main office to ask i f the cars were shipped properly to Spain. And that wouldn't take long. I am sur e. He knocked a few minutes later, telling me that the cars were properly shipped. Thanks to his efficient and hardworking secretary. That means, we could stay her e as long as we wanted. That is, if we wouldn't run out of food. Hee. Zach plopped down and lay down beside me. "You're getting married. Do you know that?" It was barely an audible whisper but trust me to be a great eavesdropper. I jumped and looked back at him. How did h e knew? Nobody could possibly tell him.

"W-what are you talking about?" I asked, trying to repress my thoughts. "Well.. I was your fianc.." he paused. "I guess I shouldn't be telling you about this. Forget what I said." he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. Pink patches a ppeared on his cheeks. Is he blushing? "Was?" I asked. So he was my fianc? Am I having a new one? "Our dads were best of friends. My dad was pursuing your dad to be a car dealer too, but their conversation turned 360 degrees and it ended up that they had us set up." My mouth hanged opened. If my dad was the one who set me up with Zach, why is my mother all itching for me to get married? "So you are not my fianc anymore?" I asked. If he would be my fianc, then maybe I wouldn't mind getting married at all. But I doubt it if he's the marrying. He li kes freedom a lot. "Fortunately, yes." he faked a smile. Oh Zach! I would've wanted to marry you in stead. "You call the wedding off, didn't you?!" I demanded angrily. "You wanted me to m arry a lousy scumbag rather than to marry you?! You had the chance to save my li fe! I shouted, tears forming in my eyes. "Wait- I didn't. Your mom got you set up on her bestfriend's son! CHAPTER 22 I went back to Madison to look for my history notes. Either Yahoo or Google is s ometimes not that helpful. I rummaged through my stuffs and instead of finding m y history notes, I've found a picture of me and Vanessa. Vanessa was a childhood friend. Their family was new in the neighborhood. Her mo ther made her studied in HillsDale South. I was studying in HillsDale North with my sister Juleanne and even if it took me an hour to go to school, and an hour and a half to go back home, I never grew tired at all. I wanted to see her every single day of my life. I fancy her. I was her first friend. She was the one who first broke my still, young heart. One day, she confessed of liking a certain guy in her school. The guy's name was Lance. Vanessa told me everything about him and how wonderful he was. I never m et the guy so I never really knew him. When we were in sixth grade, she promised herself that she will moved on. I was quite astonished with her decision. She had been liking Lance since we became ne ighbors. Since we were in fourth grade. I thought Lance never returned her affec tion for him. That he never really liked her the way she likes him. I'd never as ked. She never told told me anything either. And from then on, she never mention ed anything about Lance. And that's when how we got linked to each other romantically. Every Saturdays, w e would just hang in the clubhouse and licked some icecream under the sun. On su ndays, we will just play computer games in our house, a bucket of salted popcorn s beside us. When we were halfway through the seventh grade, I've confessed my feelings for h er. Its been a year since she decided to moved on. I thought that was the perfec

t time to tell her. And I was right.She told me she felt the same way and everyt hing just felt awesome. She moved to Hillsdale North on our freshman year saying that she wants to be wi th me everyday and not just on weekdays. That she wants a more matured relations hip. That was enough to leave me with pink patches on my cheeks. I thought everything was smooth-sailing until she told me of a horrible confessi on. She told me that she'd been seeing Lance behind my back. That Lance was stud ying at North, the real reason why she moved in. She told me she really didn't l ove me. And that was enough to make my world crash. I sufferred many sleepless nights. A dozen bottles of alcohol wouldn't even allo w me to forget. Love is a four letter word, just like sh!t. ****** One day, after a night of partying wild and consuming more alcohol than the usua l, I got a phone call from Venice saying that Vanessa died from a car crash. And that made me fell on my knees. I just couldn't believe it happened. For once, I thought it was just a bad dream but when I saw Vanessa's body lying inside a bl ack, gleaming coffin, anger started to grow upon me. Venice, her sister, told me that Vanessa had been raped. Raped by Lance's friend s. And that she suffered from a terrible depression. My insides grew with anger and I promised myself to get back to Lance in every way I could. ****** And that's when I made it a point to know everything about him, his every action s, his family history.. Until I finally found a way to perfectly elicit my plan. . Through her fianc.. Serena Rein Curtis. The word 'sorry' was swarming all over my head as I heartlessly took her dignity . I have no other choice but to use her. A weapon of Lance's destruction. The pe rfect way to hurt him. He loves her so selfishly, he even betrayed his bestfrien d. But despite of all those things I've done, Serena still have this great affectio n for Lance. For once, I thought I was still wanting to get back to him for Vane ssa but then I realize that I was starting to want Serena for myself too. And im. the ty. so I gave Lance another dose of my revenge. I hired a prostitute to seduce h To put a drug on his wine. I payed a thousand bucks just to get my hands on famous date-rape drug, Rohypnol. I knew Serena would look for him at the par And she did.

And Serena chose to be with me. I acted as his Knight-in-shining-armor. She left Lance. I got my revenge. I got her fianc. Now he have nothing. I have Serena Rei n Curtis. CHAPTER 23

I went back home after I've found my history notes. My term paper was due next w eek. Wish nothing would ever complicate my stay home or else, I would flunk hist ory and repeat junior year. That would be a total shame. My mom gave me a hearty hug as she opened the door.

"Come in son. I was expecting you. Have you eaten already? I cooked some pasta. Come, come.." She led me into the kitchen where a few maids were busy setting the table. "Where's Dad?" I asked, scanning the whole room. "In Macau with Luigi and Juleanne." she said, putting pasta noodles into a plate . I immediately mouthed a spoonful. It was so tasty. "So.. How is it?" She asked eagerly as she beamed at me. "Very tasty. Just the way I wanted it." I said, taking another spoonful. This is what I love about having to stay at home. My mom cooks good and I cannot stop p igging out. "Help yourself. I got some pretty good news for you." she smiled as she poured s ome orange juice into a wine glass. "What it is?" I asked, feeling a bit of relieved. What could be my idea of a goo d news? "Your sister Juleanne managed to closed a multi-million dollar deal in our compa ny. And now, her husband Cheston is willing to share some stocks." she exclaimed , nearly jumping off her seat. My sister Juleanne is an engineer. She met her husband, Cheston Prudente who is studying Architecture when they were still in college. They tied the knot last y ear. Cheston owned a firm. Whatever that firm was, I didn't get the chance to kn ow. But to share some stocks, that is just unbelievable. I was about to ask something about the goodnews but my blackberry's incessant ri nging made me think otherwise. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey. Its me. I'm staying next door. Wanna come over?" "Alright. You didn't tell me you're going home today?" "I was surprised either. Are you coming?" "Yea. In 15 minutes." "Alright. Bye!" I pressed the end button of my BB. "Your girlfriend?" My mom asked, smiling toothily at me. "Nah. T'was Venice. Vanessa's sister, remember? She's asking me to come over." "Wow. So she's back from Europe? Wait! Give her some of this pasta. I knew she'd love this." she exclaimed. She looked for one of our maids and asked her for so me microwaveable plastic containers. The maid come back feeling a bit restless. I frowned at her. "You surely have taken a fancy for Venice." I teased as I mouthed my last spoonf

ul of Pasta. "She's a good girl." she said, handling me the container. "Give this to her okay ? You better not eat this." she chuckled. I laughed. My mom was fond of making m e cracked up. I stood up. "Aren't you going to ask me what is the other good news?" she asked, her eyes sp arkling malevolently. "What?" "Your dad thinks of calling the wedding off." CHAPTER 24 Our sailing trip ended so quickly and even though I was a bit hesitant to go hom e, I still need to confront my psychotic mother. She had been so manipulative in the past fifteen going sixteen years of my existence and I think this is the be st time to stand up for myself. Zach brought me home. I thanked him for being so kind and rushed inside without even inviting him inside. I knew he understands me. Thanks, Zach. I slammed the door hard and it burst open. Enough to make Marga jumped in surpri se, a feather duster in her hand. I threw my oversized tote away. It landed with a thud that made her jumped again. "Where's mother?" I asked. "Up..Upstairs Miss!" she replied, giving me a very frightened look. Like I was g oing to eat her or something. "Right. I want a glass of lemon juice upstairs." I told her as I hurried upstair s. ********** "Oh Good. You're back." My mother sarcastically told me. Like I ran home! HA. Sh e was holding her favorite crimson-colored nail polish. She shook it gently. "I got something to tell you." "MOM! YOU LISTEN TO ME FIRST OKAY?! I KNOW THE TRUTH ALREADY! ABOUT YOU SETTING ME UP! ABOUT YOU INTERRUPTING WITH DAD'S PLANS OF SETTING ME UP WITH HIS BESTFRI END'S SON! YOU ARE SO FCUKING MANIPULATIVE! ITS ALWAYS YOU WHO ALWAYS ACT FOR TH E BEST. BUT THIS IS ALL BULLSH!T MOM! YOU KEEP YOUR NOSE AWAY FROM MY LIFE! BECA USE I DON'T CARE IF YOU LEFT ME WITH NOTHING. I WILL NEVER, EVER MARRY THAT RUDD Y STRANGER!" "You've talked to much, Serena. Why don't you just tell me about the trip?" she smiled sweetly as she wriggled her newly painted crimson toes. "WHAT?!" I gasped in disbelief. Here I am, standing in front of my mother, shout ing my lungs out and all she have to say is that I talked too much?! "You're not getting married anymore. My bestfriend called the wedding off some u nknown reasons. I was disappointed at first because I really Lance for you." she said, wiggling her toes again. "Lance?" I repeated. Hoping that whoever that Lance was is a totally different p

erson. "Yes. Lance De Chavez." "WHAT?!!" ________________________________________ -LANCE"You cancelled the wedding without even telling me?!" I blurted out, eyeing my m om with great disgust. "Why would I tell you? I was the one who set you up. I also have the power to ca ncel the wedding if I wanted to." she retorted, without even looking at me. She flipped the pages of Vogue Magazine and crossed her legs. "Serena would rather m arry an egghead than to marry a cheater." "Mom! If your reason for calling the wedding off was the fact that I've hurt her , listen mom! I. WAS. SET. UP." "Set up, possessed, drunk or whatever reasons you have, it all boils down to the fact that you've hurt her. Besides, I think she wouldn't be too happy to have y ou as her husband." she said, now eyeing my sulkily. "But-" "Marriage is not the answer, Lance. You cannot correct the mistakes you've made just by marrying someone. THE LAST LEAF CHASE I went back to Hillsdale with my history term paper still unfinished. I was drea ding to meet my history professor. My alluring charm just didn't work well with her. But I was dreading to see Serena more than everybody else. Venice, isn't too pleased with what I did just to get back at Lance. She thinks that the whole scheme was ridiculously insane and that I was a freaking "dumb@ss ". "Vanessa died because it was entirely her choice. Not your fault." she added. And so to stop her from making endless comments, I assured her that Serena will know everything and that I am ready for whatever the consequences I will face. And speaking of Serena, she came late in the afternoon, strutting around the cla ss with her new pairs of heels. The girls looked at her with great envy. I smile d to myself. I am a lucky guy. I mean, I was. Sigh. "Hi. I got some goodnews. Freaking good news." she said, giggling and twisting e xcitedly. Her eyes shone unusually. "But what I got is a bad news to tell, honey." I mumbled. Her face wrinkled. She took off her sling bag, slid in the chair beside me and crossed her legs. She l ooked so worried I couldn't help but feel more guilty. "What could be the bad news?" she frowned. The familiar scent of her favorite pe rfume occupied my nostrils. "Remember the night of the party where you caught Lance having sex with another?

" I asked. She nodded slowly. Her eyes narrowed as they surveyed me. "And that m orning in your apartment where Lance chased you all the way downstairs and told you that I set him up?" She nodded reluctantly although her face showed that she didn't have a clue on what I would be saying next. "Serena, Lance was er, telli ng the truth. I mean, I hired some dirty wh0re to drugged him and I just want to I stopped. Her fingers were on my lips. To my surprise, she neither look angry n or bewildered at all. "I knew that story ages ago." I gaped at her. "You accidentally phoned my cousin Francheska the night after the party. She told me everything and that's how I g ot to know. You believed you were talking to a friend that time. At least, that' s what she told me because you sounded so drunk some of your words were incompre hensible." "Oh. Uh.. Er, are you going to slap me then?" I asked. "No. At first I'd like to because I can't see any reason why you should use me. But that reason, it doesn't matter now. The fact that Lance was conscious all th e time he had sex with that wh0re you hired convinced me that he wanted it too. "But I had him drugged, Serena." "Oh no. That stupid wh0re didn't put the drug on his wine because you forgot to give it to her. It was on the coat you lend me after we disappeared at the party . He was conscious when he had sex with her. He was conscious when she brought h er home into the apartment we both shared." she said as she shrugged her shoulde rs. My mouth hanged open as I listened to her. Stupid of me. Really smart of her. "Now, could we stop this foolishness and lies? Its time to ahh, start over again don't you think." she smiled. Pink patches were on her cheeks. I nodded. "Hello handsome. I'm Serena Rein Curtis. And you are?" she held her hand. I took it. "Chase Kaulitz. Nice to meet you." We laughed our heads off after that. This day, September 15, 2010 will be the be ginning of our journey to happily ever after. (: ________________________________________ Thank you! To all my readers who supported this all the way from the start, from the middle, it doesn't matter. Thank you padin. Sorry kung naging mabilis yung ending. Kasi graduating na ko next sem and I'm afraid na sa dami ng stories na sinusulat ko, I wouldn't be able to finish any of them. Now, only one of my story is ongoing and that is: My Little Miss Sunshine Punta kayo dun ha? Again, thank you.