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"Hey." I said as I approached the boy who was giving instructions to the cameraman.

"Hey, Joyce." Dylan replied but he got interrupted when his phone started ringing. "Oh – I have to take this. It is a director friend of mine, it may be important." He looked at me apologetically.

"It's fine. I'll see you later." I assured him as he flipped his phone open. I heard him talking excitedly as I walked away.

"Yeah – oh, great...when?..."

He gave me a smile as I walked past him. I returned his smile and waved before heading down the stairs.

Dylan Sanders.

The boy with the incredible smile. The dream boyfriend of every girl. He was nice, caring, shy and gorgeous. What else could a girl want?

Of course, he broke a lot of girls' hearts.

No, not because he was a player. Because he was the kind of boy who only went out with the girls he truly likes and rarely asked girls out.

That, ladies and gentleman, was the reason I don't have a chance with him.

Well, that and the fact that he was intimidated by me. I mean, who wouldn't be? After the David incident, everyone was intimidated by me.

Let me explain, my name is Joyce. And David was my asshole ex-boyfriend.

David and I had been dating for 3 months when I caught him fucking a blonde bimbo. I was furious but managed to keep calm and close the bedroom door behind me.

The next day, I had declared that I was dumping him in the middle of the whole school. Guess who was furious?

The conversation was something like this:

"What? What the fuck, Joyce?" He had yelled, silencing everyone.

"You heard me, David. I. Am. Dumping. Your. Sorry. Ass." I had screamed, almost as loud as him.

"Why?"

"Why shouldn't I ? You are a terrible fuck. Face it, David. You suck in bed." I had heard collective gasps from the crowd, mostly from females. Well, I don't blame them. David is a sex god, supposedly.

"We didn't even have sex, bitch."

"Honey, we dated for 3 months. Do you think anybody would believe that?" I had replied, a smug grin plastered on my face.

David had stormed out of the building without giving me a reply. I knew I had won.

Anyway, combined with my sarcastic and confident attitude, this incident was the reason why people always thought I was kind of a bitch. They decided that I had an intimidating personality and I was a sex goddess.

Which I am definitely not.

I admit that I am sarcastic and a little too confident. I also admit that I am a tease. And, I am not afraid to say what I think.

My only regret was that, now, Dylan could never approach me.

He had a reputation of being a shy, nice boy and he wouldn't date a sex goddess.

He was everything that I wasn't.

That's why he was perfect.

Even his blonde hair and blue eyes were the exact opposites of my brown hair and green eyes.

Oh well.

He still saw me as a good friend. Better than nothing.

...There's just one thing that's getting in the way. When we go up to bed, you're just no good, it's such a shame...

I started searching my bag frantically when I heard my familiar ring tone. After the incident, I had changed my ring tone to Not Fair by Lily Allen. I thought the chorus was appropriate, don't you think?

"Hello?" I greeted the person on the other end of the phone as I flipped my phone open.

"Hey Joyce. I have a big favor to ask." My big brother's voice echoed through the phone.

"What is it – again ?" I sighed as I made my way towards the gate. "Never mind. Don't explain. Just – just pick me up in 5 minutes, 'kay?"

"I'll be there in 2." He replied, sounding much more cheerful now.

Wow, he must be in big trouble, I thought, I am so going to hate this.


"Are you serious?" I exclaimed, glaring daggers at my brother.

"Come on, Joy. You know I need your help." He begged, giving me a puppy dog look.

"Cole, can't you find someone else?" I whined, knowing he had already won the argument. We were already at the set Cole worked in.

"I told you, the girl I found broke her leg. Believe me...you weren't my first choice either. I mean...you are not what I think of when they tell me to find someone sexy." He countered.

"Call one of your friends!" I tried one last time.

"Ugh...Aren't you listening to me? I already told the director that I found a perfect girl with long brown hair and green eyes. And you are tall, too. You fit the description perfectly. Please...I'll owe you one."

I groaned. "Fine. But you owe me big time."

He smiled brightly. "I love you."

"I hate you."

He just rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's get you dressed up." He said as he dragged me towards the costume department.


"Cole, I seriously doubt this is considered as dressing up." I said dryly. "It's more like getting naked."

"Will you stop whining?" He warned me as he tugged my very-short jean shorts down.

I was wearing a black piece of cloth that hardly counted as a bikini top. And the jean shorts they made me wear were almost invisible.

I closed my eyes as a girl with a black t-shirt made my make-up with water-proof eyeliners and mascaras.

After I was able to open my eyes, I grabbed the script Cole brought for me.

"Cole...Are you sure this is the correct script?" I asked suspiciously.

"Yes. Why?"

"Are you sure this isn't for a...I don't know? Porn?" I said sarcastically.

"Suck it up." He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the script from my hands.

"What kind of brother, ARE YOU?" I asked, with a high pitched voice.

"An awesome one." Cole replied as he led me to an empty area with a shiny car in the middle. On the background there was a sign saying 'Benedict's Car Care Systems."

I stood awkwardly in the middle, leaning against the car. Around me, there was almost 15 more people doing various works, all of them wearing black t-shirts.

They turned the almost blinding lights on when the director came and sit on his chair.

"Great. The girl is perfect. Let's get started." He said excitedly.

I took the sponges and the bucket of water, not knowing what to do.

"Okay, you know what to do, right?" Someone asked me. It was impossible for me to see who because of those damn lights.

I nodded.

"Right. Just try and be sexy." The director instructed.

"Okay but...it is kind of hard with all the people staring at me. Can we just...I don't know...play some music or something?"

The director whispered something to the guy next to him, looking extremely surprised by my request.

A few seconds later, Maneater by Nelly Furtado started playing. I smiled.

Oh, this is going to be fun.


I leaned in, my breasts brushing against the side of the car. My body was almost completely wet because of the sprinklers they used to make the scene sexier.

I squeezed the sponge in my hand, making it drip water between my breasts. I pushed my wet hair back and started cleaning the windshield of the car.

I could imagine the camera zooming in on my body, following the water drops.

...And when she walks, she walks with passion...When she talks, she talks like she can handle it...When she asks for something, boy, she means it...

The music was making me feel even sexier. After a few minutes of cleaning, I turned around the face the camera.

"Treat your car like how you want to be treated." I whispered in a low, sexy, seductive voice. "Benedict's Car Care Systems."

I winked, just the add a little effect to my seductive voice.

"Cut!"

Suddenly, the bright lights turned off, making me blink furiously.

Finally, I could see the expressions on people's faces.

Cole looked absolutely mortified. And I am pretty sure the director was satisfied with my performance.

A boy, whose face was as red as a tomato, handed me a towel to dry myself. I smiled brightly.

"Thanks."

I walked towards Cole, who was still frozen in his place.

"How was it?" I asked, grinning.

"That was absolutely...disgusting." He said, scrunching his nose.

I laughed, punching his arm. "Thank you, I take it as a compliment."

"Ugh, I am going to see nightmares tonight."

"You are just jealous because you are not as sexy as me." I said, grinning.

"Eww! You are NOT sexy, Joyce." He practically screamed, making some of the people turn to look at us.

I eyed the crowd one more time.

"Well, the cameraman doesn't agree with ya." I said before leaning in and whispering, "I am pretty sure I gave him a boner."

"Eww. Eww. Joyce, God! You are...arggh!" He screamed, closing his eyes and shaking his head furiously as if to erase the memories of me being sexy. "You aren't...I mean..don't...sex...right?" He asked, unable to form normal sentences.

I ignored his rambling and decided to have a little fun.

"And, let's see...who else...Dylan thinks that...Wait, what?" I stopped when I saw Dylan looking like a deer in headlights.

Oh God, I probably traumatized the poor boy.

"Umm...Dylan. Hi."

"Uh...Joyce...You were really sexy...I mean good...no, wait...what I mean is...you were great? He finished his rambling but it sounded more like a question.

My brother looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"I don't even want to know." Cole said before walking away.

"So...Dylan." I started."What are you doing here?"

"Umm...remember the phone call I got?" He asked waiting for my confirmation. I nodded. "W-well, they said they needed an assistant for the director and... you know I want to be a director. So...it was a... good opportunity."

"Oh. So you watched the whole thing?" I asked. I already knew he did, judging by his red face and the bulge in front of his pants.

He nodded. "Well, you should...probably...go – ehm, change." He said, looking at my breasts.

"Oh, yeah. Sure." I turned around to walk away but he grabbed my wrist.

"One last thing, I've been meaning to ask you...Did you really dump David...because of sex?" He said, whispering the word 'sex'.

Aaargh he is so cute!

I sighed. "He cheated on me." I said, shrugging.

"He – but you said –" I cut him off.

"I know what I said. The whole school didn't need to know what the bastard did to me. Besides... I wanted revenge." I added, smirking.

He grinned. " So, he wasn't...you know – terrible in bed?"

"Well, probably not." I smiled. "I wouldn't know..."

"What do you mean? You didn't..." He trailed off, looking embarrassed and curious at the same time.

"Nahh. Not hot enough for me." I shrugged, grinning.

He chuckled. "Why didn't he just deny what you said and tell everything?"

I smiled. He was so sweet that he wasn't even using the word sex.

"He did but he didn't push it. Probably didn't want to admit that David-the-sex-god couldn't even fuck his own girlfriend. Besides, I know what he told you guys in the locker rooms. It would make him look like a liar." I explained.

"He is a liar." Dylan replied. He sighed. "I had no idea..."

"I know..." I said, trying to look like I didn't care. "You weren't supposed to know." I added, giving him a faint smile.

"Still... I am sorry. I should have asked you sooner instead of just believing the rumors."

"It's fine. Besides, I had a lot of fun. Did you know that some blonde bimbos asked me who was the best at sex?" I said, chuckling slightly.

He chuckled. "Really? What did you you say?"

I bit my lip. "I told them you were the best."

"You what?" He exclaimed, looking amused. "You were the reason those girls followed me around like a month. It was a nightmare!"

I bit my lip even harder trying to stifle a laughter. "Sorry." I said, not looking sorry even for a bit.

"Why?" He exclaimed, his voice in a high pitched tone.

I shrugged. "I wanted a good guy to get laid."

"God!" He said, looking amused rather than angry.

I smiled.

We were silent for a few seconds until he took a step closer. His cheeks were a bit more pink than usual. He ran his hand through his hair.

"Joyce...there is something I should tell you."

"Go ahead." I nodded and took a step towards him, slowly closing the gap between our bodies. I could tell he was uncomfortable because of the lack of distance – and the lack of clothes on my end.

"You...you are not shy. You are... definitely not calm. You are sarcastic and you – don't give a fuck about what people say." He started, making my eyes widen by saying the word fuck.

He was listing all my bad qualities, the qualities that made us so different.

"Even your looks...you are nothing like me." I attempted to back away but Dylan grabbed my wrist, keeping me from leaving. "But these are what makes you Joyce...These are what makes me even love you more."

Wait...What?

Slowly, Dylan leaned in, capturing my lips with his. His lips were soft and it made me want to kiss him more. The kiss was sweet yet it my made stomach do flips.

I pressed myself against him, not caring about my half naked body and how uncomfortable it would make him. Surprisingly he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer, instead of just backing away.

I put my arms around his neck, playing with his hair. His tongue tracing my lower lip sent shivers down my spine, making me gasp in the process.

Dylan used this opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth, making me moan. The kiss deepened and became more passionate as I took control and moved my lips in a much faster pace.

I groaned and let him go reluctantly when he pulled away slightly.

"Joyce...We are the exact opposites." He whispered seductively. "But that's why you are perfect."

I guess Dylan isn't that shy, after all...

...Oh fuck, that commercial is going to be on TV!


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