My Lucky Charm

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door, not wanting to talk to him. I’m overwhelmed.
    “Leeza, are you OK?” he asks.
    “I’m fine.”
    “Leeza, stop.”
    I freeze on our front steps and turn around slowly. Tears sting my eyes, and I wish he would let this go. I don’t want to cry.
    “Did h e hurt you? You’re about to cry.” Paul sounds pissed.
    “No, he didn’t hurt me at all. He’s really nice and respectful.” I let out a short laugh. “He even asked permission to kiss me.”
    Paul points to the five wide steps that lead up to the front of my home. “Sit, what’s the problem?”
    We both take a seat on the top one.
    “I really like him, and I didn’t want to like any guys here. It will mess up everything.”
    “Why does it have to be a bad thing?”
    “I’ve already told a few lies. I hate it. I don’t want to be deceitful like Maxwell, but I’m afraid if I reveal my identity, I’ll be ran out of this town, too.”
    “If you keep up this charade, I think you’ll most definitely be shu nned when your friends find out. Not because of who you are but because you lied.
    “You and I both know the paparazzi are digging to find out where you and Kendra ran off to. It’s only a matter of time before they figure it out.”
    “You’re probably right.”
    “Tell them before someone else does. It will definitely make my job more difficult, but I like you, Leeza. It’d be nice to see you happier.” Paul bumps his shoulder and knee against mine.
    “Why? You don’t really know me, and you have to follow me around, sitting at places for hours.”
    “ You remind me of myself in some ways.” Paul pats my back. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”
    I wipe the few tears that have dropped onto my cheek. I’ve really only had Mom, Martha and Casey, to talk to about this stuff, so to have Paul take the time to talk to me is nice. I’m tired of feeling lonely.
     
    ***
    I wake from the sound of my phone vibrating. I’m on my stomach with my head buried underneath a pillow. Reaching my hand over to the nightstand, I feel around until I find my iPhone. All at once, the memories from the night before flood my mind, so I fly straight up.
    I only receive messages from a few people, so I figure it’s Brandon, but it’s Sierra instead.
    Sierra: How was your date? Gabe kissed me when he dropped me off. It was amazing and hot, and we’re going out tonight. I’m so nervous. Can you tell? Lol.
    Me: I’m happy for you. Our date was incredible, and I’m a little scared over how much I like Brandon. It could get complicated since his friends aren’t the nicest.
    Sierra: This is what I was worried about, but you can’t fight love .
    Me: You’re funny and always put a smile on my face. Hey, I have some extra money. You were so nice to give me a chance to be your friend. You know, being the new girl. Would you please let me pay for you to get your hair done today?
    Sierra: Seriously? Wow. No one has ever wanted to do anything like that for me. Only if you’re sure you can afford it. Your friendship is all I need.
    Me: It would mean a lot to me.
    Sierra: OK. Can you pick me up?
    Me: Yep. Let me call my stylist, and I’ll text you what time.
    Sierra: You rock!
    It’s t en o’clock when I call Casey. Luckily, she had a cancellation for noon, so I message Sierra to tell her. This means I have to get moving.
    Paul lives in the guest quarters on the property, and Martha lives with us. I message him to see if he can leave that soon. I know I’d be wasting my time to ask Mom to let me go alone.
    Me: Paul, can you leave at 11:30? I’m taking my friend to get her hair done.
    Paul: High maintenance.
    Me: You don’t mean that.
    Paul: I’ll be ready.
    Me: Peace out, Boy Scout.
    Paul: Are you going to call me that every day?
    Me: Yep. I thought that’s what big brothers were for, to torment on a daily basis.
    He doesn’t respond, and I can so see him rolling his eyes at me, but I know he’s smiling , too. He screwed up and admitted he liked me last

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