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Deep breaths, don’t faint and keep a straight face.

Three simple things yet I can’t bring my body to do it. I leaned against the wall to keep myself from fainting. I don’t even get why I’m so nervous here.

Oh right, you haven’t seen your parents for ten months.

“Celeste,” Jazzy greeted with a nod as she approached me with a glass of water, “You’re having a panic attack again.”

“What are they doing here?” I asked, gripping the glass with my right hand.

“They wanted to see how their business and investments are going in this city,” she explained as I gulped the water, inhaling and exhaling after.

“Where are they right now?”

“They went for a quick trip to one of their restaurants,” she answered, taking the hand from my glass and steadily helping me to the living room. I fell to the couch and rested my head on my hands.

“I don’t get why you’re so nervous. You weren’t this anxious the last time they visited.”

“Because this time, Drew’s part of my life,” I groaned, shifting my position so I can lay down on the couch, “They were already bombarding me with questions when I called them about letting Drew’s dad out of jail for his birthday.”

“Is there something going on with you and Drew that is should know of?” she inquired, giving me a knowing smirk.

“It’s complicated,” I told her, “But we’re not a couple.”

“I knew it!” she squealed in delight, jumping up and down, “All the tension is getting to me.”

“Jazzy,” I complained and she let out a laugh, shaking her head.

“What?” she batted her eyes innocently, “The looks, the way you blush when you talk about hm. I was about to drag him here and force him to make a move.”

“Jazzy!”

She laughed harder at my expense and patted my head like I was a child, “I like him, Cel. I know he won’t do anything to hurt you intentionally.”

“Intentionally?” I repeated.

“No relationship is perfect,” she reminded me.

I nodded in agreement and we sat in silence until we heard the familiar opening of the elevator from the foyer. I bolted upright and Jazzy quickly composed herself to look professional. She smiled reassuringly at me and went to greet my parents.

“Good Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Graham,” I heard her say formally.

“Good Evening, Jazzy,” I heard my mother’s velvet voice greet.

I can hear the clacking of heels and when I finally got the courage to turn my head to the doorway, my parents stood there, observing me.

They were literally your cliché black suit couple. My father’s original dark brown hair was starting to turn grey. His square rimmed glasses were perched on his nose as he wore his usual black work suit.

My mother was still a beauty after all these years. The stress and age was visible in her features though she still had her original elegant beauty that made my father fall for her in the first place. Her brunette hair was curled and ended just past her shoulder. People said that I looked like her when she was my age.

“Celeste,” they greeted simultaneously.

I stood up from the couch and approached them, “Mom, dad,” I acknowledged.

“You’ve certainly matured a little bit,” my father pointed out, “I hope you’ve been doing well with your studies.”

“I’ve currently hold the highest GPA in my school,” I informed them and they nodded, impressed.

“Dinner is ready,” Jazzy announced, cutting off our awkward conversation.

When we piled into the dining room, Jazzy gave me a supportive pat on the shoulder.

“So how are your friends?” my mother inquired when we were all seated.

“Mom, I know you’re not the one to beat around the bush,” I deadpanned, “Please cut to the chase.”

She exchanged some looks with my father before turning her attention back to me, “I heard you’ve been associating yourself with Everett’s son.”

“Is that wrong?” I lifted a questioning brow to them.

“No,” my father was quick to answer, “We want to meet the boy.”

Good thing was that they weren’t telling them to stop seeing Drew. They’re at least giving him a chance.

“Besides,” dad continued, “It’s not every day that my daughter calls me to free a debtor for a day.”

I pressed my lips shut in order to finish whatever awkward conversation that would happen and finished my dinner in silence.

I only have one problem now, asking Drew to meet my parents.

I didn’t get any sleep on that night; I just kept tossing around my bed. The fact that was my parents were sleeping on the other room was making me restless and I’m still thinking on how I would ask Drew to meet my two very rich, powerful and strict parents.

“You look like a zombie,” Jazzy pointed out, handing me a mug of coffee.

“Where’s mom and dad?” I asked her grabbing an apple from the fruit basket.

“Work,” was her simple reply, “Are you sure you can drive? You looked like you didn’t even get a blink of sleep last night.”

“I’ll be fine,” I dismissed her, jiggling my keys in my hands which she quickly snatched and pocketed.

“Hey!”

“Call one of your friends to drive you,” she said sternly.

I was about to protest but she gave me a look that left no room for any arguments. Sighing, I fished my purse for me phone and dialed Jessica’s number.

“Can’t do, Cel. My car’s acting up, I’m calling Blake to drive me. I’ll ask him if you can ride with us,” Jessica said from the other line.

There was no way am I acting like a third wheel to these two budding love birds. I told her that I’ll call somebody else instead and hanged up.

 I dialed Annabelle’s number next and after a few rings, she picked up, “Hello?”

“I need a ride to school,” I told her.

“Sorry, Cel. I’m already on my way to school, coach said that we have early morning volleyball training today.”

With a sigh and a goodbye, I ended the call. I scrolled through my contacts until I spotted Lillian’s name and called her.

“Can’t, I’m sorry, Cel. I’m already on my way to school. We have dance practice since the competition is coming up.”

“Annabelle said the same thing with volleybally,” I muttered before a goodbye.

Praying, I dialed Drew’s number and pleaded that he can drive me. The last option was Lucas and I’m quite afraid that being in a car with him for ten minutes will be extremely awkward for the both of us.

“What?” Drew’s cranky voice sounded from the other line. I’m presuming e just woke up from the groggy tone he was sporting.

“I need you to drive me to school,” I said to him.

He groaned from the other line before sighing, “Fine.”

“Great, I’ll be waiting in the lobby.”

We said our goodbyes and ended the call. I threw my phone back into my purse and finished my apple and coffee.

“Bye Jazzy,” I hollered when I was making my way to the exit.

“Bye,” I heard Jazzy reply.

I rode the elevator to the lobby and took my place on one of the seats near the fake fireplace. I waited for a good fifteen minutes before Drew entered through the glass doors.

“Ready?” he asked and I stood up. I followed him to his bike and he handed me his helmet.

I was quite passive the whole ride. For the first time ever, my mind wasn’t on my fear of dying because I was riding a motorcycle. It was on finding away to invite Drew to meet my parents. He wasn’t exactly sociable, it was a miracle he got to talk to my friends. He despised my parents with a passion and I’m completely lost on what to do.

“Are you alright?” his voice snapped me out of my thought. My eyes finally focused themselves and I only then realized that I was already at school. Drew was already off of his bike and was waiting for me to get down too.

“Yeah,” I mumbled. He offered his hand and I took it, he helped me off of his motorcycle. I readjust my bag on shoulder and sighed, heading to the school entrance with me beside him.

“Is there anything bothering you?” he inquired and I didn’t answer.

We reached my locker and I opened it, taking out the books and binder that I needed.

“Drew, do you still hate my parents?” I asked him suddenly.

He sighed and leaned against the locker next to mine, “I knew it was something to do with your folks.”

“Well, do you?”

“I do harbor some hatred for them,” he answered, “But ever since this weird girl entered my life, I’ve learned that the Grahams aren’t too bad.”

I smiled at this, my worries disappearing. He grabbed my books from my hands even when I refused that he carries my books to class.

“What kind of gentleman would I be?” he joked and I let out a snort of laughter.

“Very funny,” I muttered sarcastically though the smile that refused to disappear betrayed me.

“Good morning, lovebirds!” Annabelle chirped. She skipped her way to us along with Lillian who was downing a bottle of water.

“I can’t believe we had dance practice first thing in the morning,” Lillian complained as she wiped a stray drop of sweat trickling down her forehead.

“Be happy, you entered the finals and you’re graduating as the captain of the team,” I encouraged as I closed my locker.

“Whatever,” she waved off, “So what’s new with Dreleste?”

“Dreleste?” I repeated, a little bit confused.

“It’s your names put together, it’s the only thing people talked about on Facebook.”

“What?!” I screeched in surprise. Annabelle showed her phone to me with her Facebook app opened and various stolen shots of Drew and I was everywhere as I scrolled down. Some said we were a cute couple while some said that we were incompatible.

“Don’t people have lives?” I gaped. People was even using the hashtag.

“Apparently, not,” Annabelle replied, locking her phone and putting it back safely in her purse.

We saw Jessica and Blake walking up to us and Jessica’s face fell into a one of question when she saw my face.

“What’s with her?” she asked, pointing at me.

“She only found about Dreleste today,” Lillian supplied.

“Seriously, Were you living under a rock these past few days?” she snorted and I gave her a dry look. She gave me a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

 “Just ignore it,” Blake suggested and that’s only when I noticed he had his bag slung on one shoulder while he had Jessica’s on the other. These two will make the cutest couple.

“So are you and blondie dating now?” Drew oh-so-bluntly asked. Ah, haven’t heard that bluntness in a while.

I was also curious so I waited in anticipation for their answer. Jessica and Blake shared a look before he swooped down and pecked her on the cheek. They didn’t supply us with an answer but the gesture was enough for all of us.

Some giggling quickly snatched our attention from the couple and the six of us turned to the hallway.

Lucas Smith had a pretty brunette clinging on to his arm and was laughing at whatever he was saying to her ear.

“Oh Lucas,” she giggled, smacking his arm playfully.

“Who’s that?” I asked as I eyed the attention grabbing pair.

All eyes were on them as they walked down the hall. Of course, the famous Lucas Smith just had another catch, this was news to them. Maybe they’ll finally forget about Dreleste.

“Rebecca Williams, co-captain of the cheer team and Clair Roberts’ best friend,” the all-knowing Jessica informed.

Oh Miss Runway, haven’t heard of her for a while now.

“Not only that,” Blake added, “She’s also my twin’s girlfriend.”

“I think you’ve got the wrong brother, Blake,” I said, “Lucas never gets a girlfriend. It’s always fuck buddies with him.”

Blake, to my surprise, shook his head, “He told me last night that this chick confessed to him and she asked him to be her boyfriend. He said yes and here they are now.”

I gaped at the two; this was a shock to all of us. Well, let’s just see how this plays out.

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Crappy chapter, but i promise the next one will be better. A lot of people said that they wanted a new character so meet Rebecca. I've seriously contemplated on her name because a some of you suggested some names. I hate playing favorites so I just went with something else. But just saying, Chelsea, Riley, Evey and Mary are all lovely names. 

I'm so tired, I've seriously had no sleep this week. The maximum sleep I've had so far was four hourse that it's terrible! I didn't have time to proofread this because I wanted this to come up today cause I might be too busy tomorrow.

I know what you're thinking: Enough ranting, Trina, give us our question so we can go back to our lives!

*Sigh* Alright...

Question: What should happen when Drew meets Celeste's parents. Have a full narration or something simple as "They'll like him" or "They''ll hate them" whatever floats your boat.

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