Aaaah...that's better.

I relax in the seat of my limo as my diamond stilettos lay at my bare feet, throbbing in pain from how long I have worn them.

Into the garbage with you. Pieces of shit.

"Will you massage my feet, Rico-wiko?" I lift my throbbing feet onto Rico's lap, feeling him sigh underneath them.

Come on Rico, I've had a rough night...

"Yes, Jade," he groaned, starting to rub my feet. I am not taking advantage of poor, dear Rico. He's just doing me a professional favor.

But I know that I am taking advantage of him.

"You know what, not tonight," I take my feet off his lap and let them rest on the floor again, then putting one on my lap and started to massage it myself, "Could you get me my sneakers, please?"

I've really had a change of heart, huh? I'm being nice to Rico!

He reached down and grabbed them, practically throwing them on my lap. Then. His eyes laid upon the magazine by his feet.

What the fuck is that still doing here?

"Globe? Since when do you get Globe magazine?" Rico asked, grabbing the magazine and quickly flipping it to the main article, me.

Once again, the tabloids are full of shit.

They said I posed nude for Playboy and that they had uncensored pictures and an interview from me explaining all this was true inside.

I'm only 16 for god sakes! Their pussy asses are gonna get sued.

"Don't be looking in there for the main article, Rico," I say angrily as I see him grinning in delight, "They used a little technique called 'cut and paste'."

God don't tell me Rico actually thinks that's me.

"Whoever this is, she's fine! And it is uncensored!" he whistled to the drive, then looked at me seriously, "But why did you get this?"

Why can't this day be over?

"I like to read the horoscopes sometimes just for fun, when did you suddenly become my father? So concerned about me and what I'm doing?' I put on my acting face and made fun of him.

The young Scarlett O'Hara strikes again! Bitch-faced rich girl.

I saw him quickly flip to the horoscopes page and he was reading. Quickly, he broke out in small chuckles and looked at me with funny eyes.

What the fuck's so funny, Rico? Does the driver have a stick so far up his ass it's coming out of his mouth?

I gave him a suspicious look with my eyes as he replied to it laughing, "I get this whole 'I love Justin' thing now!"

What the fuck is he talking about?

"I just read your horoscope. It's so funny that you don't believe them. Yours is coming true," he became serious and looked at me with sincerity.

Wait, what'd it say again?

"No, Rico, just take what I said about Justin back, come on, I don't need to hear more of this shit, this is just another reason to make fun of me," I covered my ears with my hands.

I really don't need his shit right now.

"Jade," Rico uncovered my ears and spoke gently, "I'm not making fun of you. I mean, I could tell you love him just by the way you look at him. He knows you love him, you just have to let him come around to loving you."

Is he serious?

"Not to be pessimistic, but I don't know if Justin even wants to look at me," I sighed, setting my hand on my chin, watching the scenery of L.A. pass me on the way to the airport.

I love him so much it hurts me to breathe. But why doesn't he love me back? next/back