41. You

3rd person's POVAmelia gritted her teeth as she stared at the text message on her phone's screen.Just two words, but it seemed to hold more power over her.‘Time’s counting’The sender was unknown and she doesn't even have the time to start fishing out who the hell it was to have that video.“Shit!” She cursed as her eyes burned with resentment while frantically bitting at her fingernails.Who's it? Vienne? She looked too confident just this morning as though everything is under control…With a frustrated huff, Amelia checked the time again and was about to let out another string of curses when she heard footsteps. She watched impatiently as Jane carefully walked over and she sneered.“We don't have all day for your catwalk Jane. Get over her and let's fix your slip-up”. She snapped already shifting the blame as fast as she could.Her statement had only thrown the other girl into brief confusion but she walked over nevertheless.“You _ You asked to meet _” she didn't finish talking

42. My girlfriend wants a hug

VIENNE POVI sat rigidly on my seat.Heart racing.Class empty.And obviously not in the mood for any lunch. No one in their sane mind and in my situation would have an appetite to eat. I let out another big exhale as a plan begins to form in my head already. If eventually this goes south, I wouldn't go down alone; Amelia would have a taste of the burn. I might not be able to prove it but she definitely has a hand in this whole mess.I threw a gaze at my phone on the table without touching it. The device was blowing up again and I wondered what could have triggered the students of Minerva's high on the group again. The notification was going on non-stop and I was tempted to check the group. But I won't, now is not the time to do that.The class door opened and a girl walked in with her head down. Julia? Judith?Something like that.She made some awkward eye contact with me before looking away, uncomfortably rubbing her arm and walking to her seat. It was subtle but I wouldn't miss the

43. voice note.

VIENNE'S POVBurning.My face was burning. From heating up.Guess it's the warmth from the embrace.“Let me give it, okay?” Damon shamelessly continued and that had me jerking up. I slapped off his hand but his arm was still loosely wound up around me. I was still considering yanking off his muscular arm when he spoke lowly to my hearing alone.“Come on. Your ex-boyfriend is watching. Don't make this awkward.”I scrunched up my nose in disapproval. “You're lying Calloway. You're just using that as an excuse to feel me up , aren't you? Tch” I accused , finally getting out of his arm, which earned me a dark chuckle from him. The amusement in the sound could not be overlooked.“You're quite a pro in using people, y'know.” He raised a brow while his eyes unhurriedly roamed all over my body. “And I don't even need to feel you up with my hands.” He walked away with his bottle water.This guy's got guts…I was about to walk away when I paused in my tracks, staring at Ryan who stood by the en

44. Unwanted presence and Sandwiches

VIENNE'S POV The school was over. I took my time, walking down the stairs at the school's entrance in relief and unrestrained pride. My cellphone in my hand as I scrolled through the school's group; it was still blowing up with flagger blasted students triggered by Janet's earlier confession.From the corner of my eye, I could see Alex standing, his hands in his pocket as he…waited? I don't know, but I gritted my teeth in annoyance looking and moving away.My lips twitched at the turnout of things and Mrs Ray's frustration at what she has to deal with concerning her class' students lately. I'm grateful though.“I'm beginning to think you're intentionally avoiding me.” A voice sneered behind me and I didn't even need to turn around; I've grown to recognize Grace's voice. I rolled my eyes, turning to look at her while crossing my arms across my chest.“I should be the one asking you something like that. Tch. I've not been seeing you around. Are you skipping school now?” I accused sourl

45. Unbeknownst to me

VIENNE'S POVA week's passed. A ridiculous week of tests passed.Shutting my laptop, I grabbed my cellphone which had dinged a moment ago but I was to busy to give it any attention. It was a notification from Instagram; Amelia made a post. It was a picture of she and Ryan on a date at a fancy mall; the girl had a big smile on her face while holding a tube of ice cream and the boy had a small one while tucking his both hands in the pockets of his hoodie. A tag followed #Amery.They look happy.Or rather they seem happy enough.I expected the feeling of betrayal, annoyance and melancholy to hit me ruthlessly, but nothing came as I stared blankly at the post. Perhaps I was tired from the week's activities.With a sigh, I scrolled through the pages reacting to other posts and ten minutes passed. I scrolled through my contacts before stopping at a particular one and sending them a text message.‘please, do well to go through your jotter before going to bed.’_ Vienne.Hitting send, the mes

46. Trophy clothing

46VIENNE'S POVSchool was over.I alighted from my car while the driver drove off to the garage. With a smile on my face and a piece of clothing in my hand, I paused at the entrance of my home as a memory from a while ago flashed through me.FLASHBACK:It was lunch, but I wasn't going to the cafeteria. I had stuffs to complete and I'm not taking chances. Grumbling, I rummaged through my locker for the textbooks I needed; I was supposed to be enjoying a sumptuous meal for lunch right now, but here I was.A few steps from me, someone else closed their locker shut and I looked up, slightly sneering at Damon's figure before looking away. Of course, he'd seen me.‘Getting off??’Call me petty, but I had minded my business through out the classes, blatantly ignoring him. For now. Because that doesn't mean I won't get back at him. In my book, everyone has their own measurement of punishment.“What do you want, Calloway?” I grumbled out at him, still searching through my locker once I notice