Chapter Thirty Three
“How did your winter final go?” Dom asked me when we all met up for lunch the next day.
“Oh good,” I replied sarcastically. “My teacher enjoyed the designs I had. But it was the darnest thing, I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain red head.”
“Vi, she’ll show up again.” Dom assured me.
“What makes you think that? She could be in Illyria right now, exposing me to the boys!” I snapped, growing hysterical. I hadn’t slept a wink since Chloe disappeared with my phone.
“Well for one, her new stash of candy is still in her room. If I know Chloe, then I know she would never leave town without her stash.” Dom shrugged, “She’s still in town, Vi. But she’s only playing in the shadows until she gets bored, then she’ll be back.”
“What if she sends that video to Ty or Blake?” I asked, biting my lip nervously.
“Then she wouldn’t be the girl I know.” Dom said simply, sipping on her coffee and sketching in her journal.
“What does that even mean?” I furrowed my brows.
“It means that Chloe is many things. However, she is not manipulative and evil. If she took your phone with that recording, it can only mean one thing.” Dom explained, as she concentrated on the sketch before her.
“Well?” I asked impatiently. Dom looked up and smiled at me knowingly.
“She’s helping you Vi. I don’t know how and I don’t when she’ll come back, but she is helping you.”
“The friends I choose are bonkers.” I decided, downing the rest of my coffee.
“You didn’t choose us Vi, we chose you.” she smirked, throwing down her journal to reveal her newest sketch.
It was me, with a deep set frown. I would have been mortified by my own face. But Dom had detailed everything so beautifully.
She made my eyes distant and glossy. She had perfected my nervous lip biting and even the small birth mark on my forehead that was only visible when I frowned deeply.
“This is good.” I praised her.
“This is nothing but perception.” she nodded, “I don’t like this picture because it doesn’t show your true essence.”
“My true essence isn’t a sad sack of potatoes?” I joked sarcastically. Dom narrowed her eyes at me playfully.
“No young grasshopper. You are a naturally happy but confused girl. You’re still confused, but now you’re scared. I hope you fix that soon Vivian King.” she said pointedly like a teacher would when they found disappointment in their student.
“I’m working on it, boss.” I said with a small ghost of a smile.
I paced the floor of my room nervously. I was surprised I hadn’t burned a hole. Chloe had texted Lewiza, that she was coming back.She also told Lewiza that I wasn’t allowed anywhere near her.
“If you don’t stop walking around, I’m going to throw my shoe at you.” Dom mumbled absently, as she sketched in her journal.
“She could be in the building with that video. That girl could do anything!” I cried out, throwing myself on my bed.
“If she is, then she’ll come see you when she’s ready. I’m telling you Vi, Chloe has a plan.” Dom sighed, placing her journal down.
“Is it to humiliate me? Or to kill me from a panic attack?” I raised my eyebrow. Dom chuckled and brushed me off. “This is serious! Aren’t you supposed to be the responsible one!” I cried out.
“Okay lets break this down, to ease your nerves.” she suggested. I nodded and sat up to meet her dark brown gaze.
“I doubt it’ll help.” I scoffed.
“What’s so bad about them knowing?” Dom asked seriously.
“Do I even need to say it!” I grumbled.
“Yes.” Dom nodded, “The more you hear it, the less intimidating it is.” she explained.
“If they found out, then it’s the end of two very great friendships.” I confessed solemnly. “They won’t like me in that way. They’re both older and very available for the girls in Illyria. But most of all, if nothing comes out of it….it’s the end of us.”
“What makes you think that they don’t like you back?” Dom asked tentatively. I stared at her, as if the answer was obvious.
“Oh come on Dom, I would know if they liked me back. I’m not oblivious.” I scoffed, crossing my arms. Dom snorted and chuckled.
“You are oblivious….and stubborn….and irrational.” she said bluntly. I widened my eyes in shock and tried to defend myself.
“I am not-”
“You are.” Antoine said emerging from our closet.
“How long have you been in there? I thought you were out with some friends from your drama course?” I said, surprised he had been in the room the whole time.
“They were all too dramatic for me.” He waved me off. “I stay in the closet from time to time. It reminds me off all those adolescent years I was in the closet.” he sighed wistfully.
“Oh Antoine, I’m so sorry.” I said softly, sympathizing with him. Antoine chuckled and sat beside me.
“I’m not talking about being gay, you walking teen drama.” He snorted before his face became somber. “I’m talking about all those years I waited in the closet, for an invitation to Hogwarts.”
“You can’t be serious.” I said flatly.
“It’s true, I had made the coat closet under our stairs my room. My parents tried to get me to sleep in my own room, but I knew I belonged in the closet.” he sniffled dramatically wiping away an invisible tear.
“You’re an idiot.” I sighed. “So when did you come out of the closet? The Hogwarts one not the sexual orientation one.” I smirked jokingly.
“I was sixteen,” he answered without missing a beat, “The same year I moved to Boston. But enough about me, what’s going on with you ladies?. He asked.
“Vivian is still waiting for Chloe to make an appearance. So I wanted to get to the root of her love triangle.” Dom said simply.
“It’s not a triangle!” I cried out offended, “They don’t even know, and if I have any say, they’ll never know.” I swore.
“Oh I can help with the triangle!” Antoine cried out happily.
“It’s not a triangle.” I groaned, but was blatantly ignored.
“What do you think Vivian should do about the triangle?” Dom asked him.
“Well that depends. If I was Vivian, I would choose the one with the most money.” Antoine said honestly, Dom and I rolled our eyes collectively.
“Yes, because money is the reason we exist.” I replied sarcastically.
“Did you just quote Lana Del Rey?” Antoine smirked knowingly, “In all seriousness, though. This isn’t a choice you can make with a pro’s and con’s list. This is something you have to figure out with yourself.”
“Not if the boys never know.” I smiled sheepishly.
“What if they do like you? You’re an airhead sweetie, and sometimes you ingore what’s in front of you.” Antoine said sweetly, but cutting me like a machete on Friday the 13th.
“No please, don’t spare my feelings.” I mumbled dryly.
“I see the way Ty interacts with you. That boy only see’s you.” Dom wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“It’s a damn shame too, because he’s obviously missing out on the real view.” Antoine scoffed, Dom and I stared at him blankly. “I’m talking about me people!”
“Riiight.” Dom drawled out, “I don’t speak for Ty, but it’s blatantly obvious he doesn’t just see you as a friend. I can’t say much about Blake because I’ve never really met him. But if he doesn’t like you, he’s -”
“Insane in the membrane!” Antoine cut her off, “You guys are on a roll refrencing these songs.”
“You dimwit.” I rolled my eyes.
“Like I was saying, the problem isn’t them liking you. The problem is you liking both. So think about it.” Dom advised me wisely. I was mildly convinced she was a wise monk in her past life.
Suddenly, I didn’t feel so scared, that Chloe had my phone. It didn’t frighten me, that somewhere Chloe had that video. She had the power to tell the truth, and it worry me as much.
If the truth was let out. So be it, because I was ready. I was ready for whatever life has to throw at me now.
It had been two days, since Chloe had shown her face. She was still in hiding from me. The rest of the group had seen and talked to her. But she had yet to make an appearance around me.
It didn’t bother me. I had come to terms with what Chloe had planned….with whatever it was.
“Vivian!” Lewiza called me, as she chased me down outside of my textile class. She stopped in front of me and heaved before finally collecting herself. “Man my stamina sucks? How am I bloody dancer?” she breathed.
I chuckled and wrapped my arm around her, “Beats me Lew,” I shrugged, “so what’s up?”
“Have you seen what Chloe posted on her youtube channel?” She asked, eyeing me wearily.
“Nooo.” I drawled out slowly, “Is it bad?”
“Well that depends on you, really. I think her disappearing act is over. Check this out.” Lewiza said, handing me her phone to the opened youtube app. “Search, dj candy smuggler. It’s the video labeled, Pretty Girl Rant.”
I furrowed my brows and typed in the search. Immediately the first video thumbnail caught my attention. It was a picture of me in mid rant, let’s just say it wasn’t my best photo.
“What in the bloody-”
“I know….” Lewiza winced, “Look at the views.” I glanced at the small print and my eyes nearly fell out.
“That’s six figures!” I snapped, “What the hell is this?”
“It’s a remix Chloe made from your rant. Thus the name. It’s actually a really sick edit, though she should really change her dj name. Candy smuggler? Honestly, it’s a little lame but it’s her career so it’s her-”
“Lew focus!” I snapped, “She just posted this on the internet and a population of people the size of Boston has already seen this!”
“Well Chloe wanted you to see it. The rest of us have, and it’s actually pretty good.” She admitted pressing the video to play. I watched the two minutes and a half video.
It wasn’t all that bad. It was just me talking about the boys, but their names were deliberately cut off. I felt at ease when I realized they wouldn’t be able to tell who I was talking about.
Lewiza was right though. The song was cool, and without realizing it I was bobbing my head to the beat. Chloe truly was a musical genius.
“Wow.” I breathed when the song was over.
“Yeah, that’s what we said.” Lewiza laughed, “So are you still mad at her?” she raised her eyebrow.
“No.” I shook my head, “In fact, I wish she’d show her face so I can tell her how much I liked it.” I admitted.
“How about turning around Vi?” Lewiza smirked. I frowned but turned around and found Chloe standing in front of me with my phone out.
“Before you kill me, just know that I love you. And you love me, remember?” she rambled nervously. I chuckled and crushed her in a big hug.
“You’re such a wack job!” I laughed before she pulled away and frowned at me shocked.
“I’m not going to die?” she asked.
“No, I’m just really happy you’re back.” I smiled, ruffling her red hair.
“I was never gone Vi.” she smirked. “I’ve been living in your closet for the past few days.” she revealed. My eyes widened in disbelief.
“But how? I’ve been to my closet to get clothes and Antoine was there a couple days ago!” I cried out confused.
“Why do you think he was in there that long?” she chuckled. “By the way, do you know you sleep talk? It’s kind of creepy.” she winced.
“You’re such a weird person.” I shook my head, wrapping my arm around her.
“I know.” she sighed. Lewiza squealed happily and attacked us in a hug.
“We’re all together again! Isn’t life great?” she giggled, jumping like an overzealous fangirl.
“For now…” I mumbled under my breath.