His Drama Queen novel Chapter 13

The happy expression on Ethan's face disappeared. "Why do you bring her up? She's not my girlfriend. You are, remember?"

I cleared my throat. "The pretend one. I am the pretend one." I corrected him.

"I don't care. She is not my girlfriend. I don't know why you still think that."

"Because you said that to me," I said. "I don't know why you cannot tell Rose the truth. Is there a reason why?"

"What do you mean?" Ethan asked, looking at me questioningly.

"I mean why can't you tell Rose that you and Veronika are over?"

"Because," Ethan sighed and took a deep breath. "Veronika and I are very close friends."

"Friends with benefits."

"Close friends," Ethan repeated through gritted teeth.

"Ah side chick."

Ethan glared at me. "You know what, do you want me to play the piano for you?"

I smiled widely at him and that was the cue for him to stand up and walk over to the piano.

Nicole Vargas

"Shut up!" I yelled out as Ethan and I got into another heated argument. Tonight we were invited to a party hosted by Rose and I didn't have anything to wear. Of course, I was throwing a fit. I can't wear last season clothes to the party, what will people think about me? I'm about to be the next fashion designer.

Ethan thought it was not necessary for me to go out and spent some crazy amount of money on a piece of fabric. I also wanted to get my hair done and buy new shoes. I am going crazy, I have not to go out shopping in so long. This is so not me.

"I just want to look pretty!" I screamed as I closed the door in front of his face, tears running down my face. "You just don't understand!"

"No, I do not! You have so many dresses, makeup, and shoes. Why do you need to add more to that collection? And you're beautiful in whatever you wear."

I sniffed, pulling the covers of the bed over me. I didn't want to hear anything that comes out of his mouth right now. My mind was foggy and I was angry and tired. Angry, because I didn't get what I want and tired, because I was so done with this life. I hate it so much. I felt like a prisoner. Ethan didn't want to assign a driver for me and he didn't want to give me the keys to the garage.

When I didn't answer, I heard a long tired sigh outside my door. "Open the door. You're angry, talk to me Nicole." His voice was less harsh than before, but I couldn't care less now. He shouldn't have yelled at me. When I didn't respond to him, I heard footsteps and then they were gone. Guess he gave up trying to make everything right.

He always does that after every argument we have. He always tries to make things right. The hell I know why.

Why? A couple of hours ago we were fighting and suddenly this. I'm so confused. First, he didn't want me to go out and buy myself clothes, but now I got clothes delivered. I'm so lost.

"Magnificent! Beautiful! Exquisite!" A high pitched voice startled me. A man with long blonde curly hair stood at the entrance of my bedroom, looking in complete awe at my room. His eyes found mine and it immediately lit up. "Oeh! Are you my client? Gorgeous baby, gorgeous." He clapped excitedly in his hands and walked over to me. "Marlon, hairdresser and makeup artist."

"Nicole," I answered curtly, I was still in a state of shock. "What are you doing here?"

"You, of course." He answered laughing. "Honey, you're going to a party, not a funeral. Smile a little."

I tried to manage a smile. "W--I mean who send you here?"

"Ethan, my good friend, of course." And then he muttered underneath his breath. "I don't know why he always gets the gorgeous girls. Lucky bastard."

"So..." Marlon looked at me. "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up... Chop..Chop! There's a lot of work to do." He pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door. "Hurry up, darling! Time is not waiting for you!" He yelled out from the outside.

I brushed my teeth, washed my hair, and took a quick shower. After I was done, I wore my silky bathrobe and walked back into my bedroom. Marlon was at my Vanity table looking at the makeup on there.

He must have felt my presence because he turned around and said: "Amazing brands of makeup you have there. Cruelty-free. I feel a friendship here."