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<div style="width: 400; line-height: 95%; font-family: courier new; color: black; letter-spacing: 0.77; font-size: 8; text-align: center;">WHOA I NEVER MEANT TO BRAG, BUT I GOT HIM WHERE I WANT HIM NOW. WHOA IT WAS NEVER MY INTENTION TO BRAG. TO STEAL IT ALL AWAY FROM YOU NOW!</div><br>
<div style="width: 400; line-height: 95%; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10; color: black; text-align: justify;"><br>"caramel frappuccino, thank you,"
after ordering her drink, jessica waited for a while, flipping through the latest issue of Vogue magazine before going back to collect her order. having purchased a few books, two cardigans and some snacks to store in the kitchen, she slowly made her way back to the school campus, wanting to reply to an email that was sent by one of her professors. her drink was a relief for her, seeing that the weather that day had been unbearably scorching, she was lucky that she'd stayed in air conditioned shopping centres for the whole morning, or else she'd be sweating profusely by then. remembering how the cashier had looked her up and down when she placed the snacks on the counter, probably wondering why a skinny girl like her wanted so much fattening snacks to munch on when she looked anorexic, jessica rolled her eyes. just because her body refused to get healthier looking does not make her a paranoid and sick girl who refused to eat any food containing more than one drop of oil. "prejudicial brat,"
she muttered to herself, annoyed, before taking a sip from her drink, revelling in the coolness that went down her throat and her sated stomach, temporarily chasing the heat away.<p>
the reason why she left school in a hurry in the first place caught up with her and jessica's scowl deepened. some of the pathetic seniors had been pestering her to attend one of their birthday bashes when it was supposed to be a quiet night alone for her. they refused to let up, and she was forced to run out of the campus to hide. they were leaving for a field trip that afternoon, and that's why she was able to return to a much quieter campus without their nasal voices and incessant screeching and pathetic pleads. she hated when people tried to convince her to do something she didn't, she loathed being controlled in any way, and everyone should know that. memories of being forced to give up the things she enjoyed when she was young, just because her pathetic excuses of parents were too useless and unmotivated. they cared about their so-called artworks more than their own daughter, and left her alone at home to fend for herself ever since she was three. what was she supposed to do? crawl up the kitchen counter and make apple crumble or strawberry milkshake for herself? it was ridiculous to even think about it then, jessica concluded, rolling her eyes as she was reminded of how much her parents sucked. they're dead now, but that did nothing to rid her of the resentment that had been building up slowly but surely for the past nineteen years. even though her parents were the ones to bring her into this world, they did nothing to help her survive her childhood years. she's achieved that all by herself. if not for her grandfather, she wasn't sure if she would be where she was now, going after what she loved without worrying about others snatching it away from her. after so much, jessica knew that she was right to have gone to her grandfather, despite the fact that his disowning of her mother was one of the factors that led to the couple struggling to make a living. but deep inside, she knew that kaine did nothing of that sorts, he wanted his action to be a motivator, to be something that forced them to push on. it was up to her parents to work hard for their own success, and yet they failed to do so. nobody's to be blamed except for themselves, jessica concluded, letting out a soft sigh at the unpleasant memories of childhood.
<p>then, her hair was blown by a rare gust of wind that ripped through the air and jessica blew at it, wanting her face to be rid of it. finally, she reached the school garden and breathed a sigh of relief when the trees shielded her from the blistering sun once again. "and the lovely coolness finally joins me for a nice afternoon,"
she lamented, looking down on the stone pavement as she took another sip of her frappaccino. as if it was on cue, her phone rang and she struggled to take it out from her jean pocket. "h - hello?"
she answered quickly without taking a look at the caller identity. a familiar voice greeted her and she nearly drop her drink in surprise, "kaine!"
she exclaimed, caught unaware by the call from her grandfather. the timing was freakishly accurate, she thought to herself as she listened to what her grandfather had to say. "how's your week in westwood so far?"
he asked, and jessica smiled to herself at her grandfather's concern. even though he was determined for her to do what he asked of her, his love for his only granddaughter was evident. even though kaine whitmore had 2 grandsons to be his heirs, jessica knew that he doted on her the most, and has already reserved a position in the company for her whenever she wanted to take it.<p>
considering that modelling, despite it being her sole passion in life, would be the career she was going into after graduation, jessica doubted that the offer would be accepted any time soon. but in the case of her leaving the modelling scene when she's forty or fifty, she knew that NY Rush would be the next safe harbour in her life. she figured this out just a few weeks ago, and decided to inform grandfather of her choice when they next meet. he'd be thrilled, that's for sure, but she wanted him to be aware that she would move on to NY Rush when she's ready to give modelling up, and that's something that wouldn't take place until at least 2 decades later. kaine called her at least three times over the phone before jessica realized that she was lost in her thoughts and forgot about the phone call. laughing sheepishly, she went back to the conversation, telling kaine all about her return to westwood and what she's been doing so far. the call lasted for at least half an hour, with her sitting down on a bench by the pavement under the shade. they talked about kaine's recent deals internationally, and though jessica was interested, she tried not to show most of her enthusiasm, partly because she knew kaine would grab onto the chance and start persuading her again. that man never gives up, she shook her head and laughed softly, ignoring kaine when he asked why she did so. their conversation went over numerous topics before kaine ended it due to an upcoming regional conference.
pressing the end call button, she placed her phone back into her pocket and continued sitting on the bench, not really feeling the urge to get up and move. deciding that she'll just settle for sitting there and enjoy the moment of peace, she continued drinking her cup of frappaccino and leaned back slightly. lessons were starting proper the next day, and she couldn't wait for her professors to actually start teaching them. she's missed the training sessions and practising with her friends. just then, she heard footsteps and spotted a dark piece of shadow on the ground, heading towards her. ah, there goes her nice afternoon...
for: emmy words: 1232 (sorry, got carried away in the middle xD)
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