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🪻WRITTEN BY CRYSTAL.O.ORI🪻
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(Episode 4&5)
DIANA’S POINT OF VIEW
As I stepped into Quinn’s room, the first thing she noticed was the expression on my face.
“And what’s with that face??” she inquired without missing a beat. I let out a loud scoff, feeling a mix of frustration and fatigue. With a heavy sigh, I flopped down onto her bed, letting the springs creak beneath me.
Quinn’s brow furrowed with concern as she looked at me, her voice softer now,
“Is something wrong with Sophie?” Without missing a beat, I shook my head vigorously, wanting to quickly reassure her.
“No, Quinn, Sophie is just sound asleep right now,” I replied, glancing away for a moment before continuing.
“It’s Violet that’s bothering me.”
Her expression shifted as she processed this new information, and she nodded slowly, her curiosity evident.
“Is something wrong with Violet? Or is it something else entirely? You look quite upset,” she pointed out, and at that moment, I lifted my gaze to meet hers.
“Nothing is wrong with her, Quinn,” I mumbled, my fingers unconsciously rubbing the rubber bracelet that adorned my left wrist, finding a slight comfort in its familiar texture.
“Then please, just tell me what’s on your mind. Why do you look so mad?” she pressed, her frown deepening with genuine concern for my well-being.
Taking a deep breath, I prepared to spill my thoughts all at once.
“I finally gathered the courage to tell her that I’ll be getting remarried,” I said in a rush, feeling the weight of the moment cut through the air like a knife.
“But you won’t believe what she said in response… She actually told me that her dad died just five years ago! And now here I am, planning to remarry—like, why in the world would she say something like that?” My thoughts tumbled out in one breath, leaving me slightly breathless and overwhelmed by the emotions swirling inside me.
“Did she really say that??… That’s… uhm… honestly, it’s pretty typical of Violet, so I don’t think you should stress about it too much,” Quinn said, glancing at me with a knowing look. I nodded in agreement, though a part of me still felt uneasy.
“Yes, I do understand that, Quinn, but I can’t shake this feeling of worry. I mean, she should recognize that I’ve been feeling incredibly lonely for quite some time now. After finally finding someone who brings joy back into my life, she seems to think I should still be mourning her father endlessly. It’s hard to fathom how she could be so inconsiderate,” I said, my voice trailing off as frustration bubbled up inside me.
“I really don’t think she means that you shouldn’t find happiness, Dianna. It’s just that she might be struggling with the idea of having another man in her life, especially someone who could potentially become her stepfather. You know how much Violet adored her late father,” Quinn replied, letting out a gentle sigh as she placed her hand on my shoulder for comfort.
“Try not to worry too much about this, sis. I can have a word with her tomorrow,” she added, trying to reassure me. I nodded my head, feeling slightly calmed by her words.
“And… there’s actually something else I wanted to discuss,” I said hesitantly.
“Something else?? What do you mean?” Quinn asked, her curiosity piqued.
I had just been discussing with her my strong feelings about the importance of abstaining from sex, emphasizing that she should avoid engaging in sexual activities with anyone at all. Unfortunately, this sparked an explosive reaction from her. She erupted in frustration, shouting that she was 19 years old and old enough to make her own decisions about sex”I said and noticed she frowned immediately.
“Hold on a second, Dianna. Are you really still insisting that she must maintain her virginity?” Quinn questioned, her tone laced with disbelief. My expression quickly turned serious, and I frowned at her inquiry.
“What do you mean by that? Are you really suggesting that she’s allowed to have sex?” I replied, a sense of confusion washing over me. This time, my words prompted an unexpected reaction from Quinn—she burst out laughing, unable to contain herself.
“Seriously, Dianna? Can you actually hear what you’re saying? At first, when Mom mentioned this to me, I thought it was some kind of joke. But you’ve just shown me that she was completely serious,” Quinn said, her laughter subsiding only slightly.
“Look, Violet is 19 years old! She’s in her final year of high school, and you’re still trying to dictate whether or not she can have sex? For crying out loud, she’s an adult! What you should be doing is giving her guidance—having an open conversation about it and helping her navigate her choices. You know, just talk to her about sex and see how she feels about it.”She said.
“Hey, remember that time you told me about losing your virginity at 17?” Quinn inquired with a playful grin.
“I can still picture you giggling and recounting all the details. So, tell me, why are you so insistent that Violet should hold onto hers?”
As she posed the question, I felt a frown immediately cross my face.
“Well, she is my daughter, and I expect her to follow the guidelines I’ve set for her,” I muttered, attempting to keep my tone steady, but Quinn let out a scoff that resonated throughout the room.
“You’re really fortunate that Violet is such a quiet and studious child,” she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm.
“Honestly, if you had a more rebellious kid, I bet you wouldn’t hold such rigid views. And let’s be real; I know you too well, Dianna. You’re definitely trying to hide something. I mean, the way you’re so determined about Violet preserving her virginity is just… I don’t know, it’s raising some red flags for me. You’re my sister, and I can’t help but think there’s more going on here. Just promise me you won’t completely alienate your daughter over this.”
Her words hit me like a heavy weight, and I felt my temper rising. With a frustrated scoff, I leapt to my feet from the bed, clearly aggravated.
“I had hoped you’d be there to support me, but instead, you’re just making things worse! Violet is my child, and she will comply with the rules I’ve established. You know what? I’ve had enough of this conversation; I’m leaving your room!” I exclaimed, my voice sharp as I stormed out, feeling overwhelmed by a mix of anger and frustration.
There are moments when she can be incredibly helpful, but let me tell you, there are far more times when she drives me absolutely crazy.
I walked into my room, and that’s when I noticed my phone ringing. In a bit of a hurry, I rushed over to check who it was, and my heart lit up as I saw it was Michael calling. A wide smile spread across my face, and without wasting another second, I answered the call.
“Hey, baby,” I greeted him, playfully biting my lip as I sank onto my bed, feeling a familiar warmth spread through me.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up right away,” I admitted,
“I was in Quinn’s room, and we were in the middle of an extended conversation about a few things.” I settled deeper into the blankets, feeling cozy and relaxed.
“Yeah, I know it’s getting late, but I’m just about to head to bed now,” I said, trying to combat the weariness that was creeping in.
“Oh, come on, you naughty boy,” I teased back with a light giggle, and I could hear him chuckling on the other end, his laughter making me smile even more.
“I’ve already talked to my daughter about our plans to get married,” I mentioned casually, my tone reflecting a mix of excitement and nervousness.
“Of course, you know how kids can be… They have their own little worlds, don’t they? But don’t worry, she’ll just have to accept you as her new stepdad,” I replied, a smile creeping across my face at the thought of blending our families.
“Oh, I’m sure your son and my daughter will become close in no time,” I reassured him, chuckling lightly at the thought.
“After all, they’re both the same age, which should make things easier, right?”
“I’m really looking forward to introducing you to my twins, Zach and Zoey; they’ll be back next month for their break. It’ll be the perfect opportunity for all of us to spend some time together,” I added, my heart fluttering at the prospect of our lives intertwining further.
“Don’t worry; my kids are just as spoiled as yours,” I said, a playful smile spreading across my face.
“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll make sure to come see you tomorrow afternoon,” I responded warmly to him.
“Okay, bye for now… I love you,” I managed to say with a grin before ending the call.
#MORNING#
CINDY’S PERSPECTIVE
“Ugh, why is he still not picking up my calls?” I exclaimed in frustration, my eyes glued to the screen of my phone. Here I was, standing outside with Martha, anxiously waiting for Dylan to show up. He hadn’t answered any of my calls, and an unsettling mix of worry and anxiety was creeping in.
“Just take a breath, Cindy… Maybe he’s preoccupied with something important. I’m sure when he gets a chance, he’ll call you back,” Martha suggested. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her response.
“Oh, come on, Martha, you can’t honestly believe that! Are you implying that he hasn’t seen all my missed calls since yesterday? He’s ignoring me, and I can feel it. Honestly, I just hope he doesn’t want to end things between us,” I murmured, biting my lip in anxiety.
“Cindy, please just take a deep breath and calm down,” Martha said with a reassuring tone, her words softening the tension that had bubbled up inside me. I inhaled deeply and gave her a tiny nod, attempting to steady my racing heart.
“I can hardly contain my excitement! I just can’t wait to see him,” I confessed with a small giggle, playfully planting a kiss on the screen of my phone, which proudly displayed his handsome face as my wallpaper.
“You will see him soon enough, so there’s no need to stress yourself out,” Martha replied with a reassuring smile.
“When he arrives, you can ask him anything that’s been on your mind. But, you know…” Her expression shifted slightly as she continued,
“I did warn you about Dylan.”
Instantly, my expression faltered, and I furrowed my brow at her.
“What do you mean by that?” I demanded, my eyes narrowing as I looked at her, trying to gauge the seriousness of her words.
“Well,” she began, choosing her words carefully,
“you know how Dylan has this habit of moving from one girlfriend to another at lightning speed? It’s almost like a revolving door for him. I mean, he’s dated nearly half of our female classmates, and guess what happens next… he usually ends things after just a week. When you told me that he asked you out, I urged you to think twice before saying yes. There’s a pretty good chance he might not be looking for anything serious with you,” she explained, her voice tinged with concern.
I couldn’t help but let out an incredulous scoff, feeling a surge of anger rise within me.
“Dylan is different with me!” I retorted.
“He told me I’m not like the other girls, and he promised that he wouldn’t treat me the way he did with the rest of his admirers!”
Martha burst into laughter, clearly finding humor in the situation. Her laughter hung in the air, filling the space between us with a combination of amusement and unease.
“Oh, really? He actually said all of that?” she replied, her arms crossed tightly across her chest as if trying to shield herself from the conversation.
“Well, let me tell you something important. He told Sandy, Lola, Mandy, and a few other girls the same exact things he’s been telling you, and they all believed him!”
I couldn’t suppress a nervous whisper,
“Dylan would never do that to me,” as I bit my lower lip in frustration, trying to grasp the weight of her words.
She raised an eyebrow, a skeptical look dancing across her face.
“Oh really? If he wouldn’t do that, then why has he been insisting that you keep your relationship under wraps, just like he has with all those other girls? Honestly, Cindy, the pattern is pretty clear. Dylan has never once been public about any of his relationships. He keeps everything on the down-low, and we only find out he was seeing someone when he breaks things off. It hurts me to say this, but it looks like you might just be another name on his list, too.” Her words landed like a heavy stone in my gut, and I gasped in realization. It was becoming painfully evident that Dylan only seemed to want me around for his own selfish pleasures.
“Honestly, if he shows up, you should try to, you know, engage in some public displays of affection with him—just to see how he reacts,” she suggested, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. Just as I was about to respond, a chorus of excited screams caused us both to look up. I could see Dylan’s car pulling into the school parking lot, surrounded by his friends, and my heart raced.
“Speak of the devil,” she muttered under her breath, and I clenched my fists at my sides, a mixture of anticipation and dread swirling within me. It was almost as if my emotions were at war, battling between the thrill of seeing him and the anxiety of what might really be going on in his mind.
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there’s this nagging feeling deep within me that Martha might actually be right. You see, Dylan had been very explicit in communicating his feelings about our relationship and had made it clear that I should keep our romance under wraps. He didn’t want anyone to know that we were together, which honestly left me feeling a bit stifled.
But then again, there’s this rebellious side of me that was ready to burst free. I found myself thinking, No, I refuse to hide in the shadows! I’m going to proudly claim my place in his life and let the entire school know that I belong to him. Before I even realized what I was doing, my feet started to move towards him in a determined yet unhurried gait, almost as if I were wading through the bustling crowd that filled the hallway.
With each step, I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety swirling in my stomach, but nothing could deter me.
I finally traversed through the throngs of students and came to a halt right in front of him and his friends. Without another moment’s hesitation, I closed the distance between us, leaning in and pressing my lips against his in a kiss that was meant to declare our connection. The reaction from those around us was immediate; a chorus of gasps and shouts erupted from the crowd, and I could feel Dylan’s bewildered gaze on me as I pulled away slightly, relishing the thrill of the moment.
However, just as I was basking in the sweetness of our little display, something happened that completely turned my world upside down. In an unexpected and startling move, he pushed me away with such force that I stumbled backwards and hit the ground with a hard thud. I was utterly shocked, left lying there on the floor, trying to wrap my head around what had just unfolded.
VIOLET’S POINT OF VIEW
“Thank you, Billy,” I murmured to my driver as I stepped out of the car.
The moment my feet hit the ground, I heard someone shout my name, a familiar voice that made me roll my eyes in exasperation. It was a sound I recognized all too well. I let out a scoff and pretended not to hear the call, urging myself to keep walking and not engage. However, just as I took a few steps, I felt a hand clasp around my wrist from behind me. I turned around sharply, a frown etched across my face.
“Violet, what is going on with you? I’ve been calling your name for ages! You really can’t expect me to believe you didn’t hear me,” Nianna said, her voice tinged with frustration. I remained silent for a moment, just gazing at her without responding.
“So, you’re actually going to communicate with me now?”I said and her response was a heavy sigh, a clear indication of the weight she was carrying.
“Look, I want to apologize for what happened yesterday,” she said, her voice softening.
“It’s just… there was some drama at home with my parents, and it’s been taking a toll on me. Honestly, I’ve been feeling so down about everything.
As soon as the words left her lips, I couldn’t help but let out a loud scoff. I was struggling to understand how her issues justified the way she’d been acting toward me.
“Seriously? Is that really how you’re going to respond to me right now?” I exclaimed, my frustration bubbling over.
“I tried to reach you all throughout yesterday, calling you until evening, but you just ignored all my calls. And let’s not even get started on the fact that you actually left school without giving me a heads-up yesterday and you knew vividly that you’re the one that will drop me home. I ended up having to take a cab home all by myself! What on earth happened yesterday? One moment, we were deep into our conversation about Dylan, and then out of nowhere, you just walked away from me! I didn’t see you again until today, and it felt like you completely snubbed me! If you were really going through something difficult at home, the you I know would have reached out to me and told me what was going on. I just can’t wrap my head around what’s happening with you!” I said all of this in a single breath, my chest heaving as I locked my gaze on her, trying to make sense of it all.
“I’m really sorry, Bestie,” she finally replied, her voice low as she looked down, clearly aware of the gravity of the situation.
“I recognize that I messed up. I should have talked to you about what I’ve been dealing with instead of just walking out and completely shutting you out. Please don’t stay mad at me! You know how much it bothers me when you’re upset with me,” she pleaded, her lips forming a small pout as she tried to convey her sincerity.
“I’m truly, sincerely sorry, Violet,” she said, her voice tinged with emotion.
“Honestly, it’s all because of the constant fighting between my mom and dad. I’ve been feeling so down lately, and I really regret that I took it out on you. Please, don’t stay mad at me. I’m begging you!” As she clung to me with a desperate embrace, I couldn’t help but let out a long, heavy sigh.
“It’s okay, really,” I reassured her, gently returning her hug.
“I’m not upset anymore, but please—just don’t let that happen again. I was so worried about you yesterday.”
“Thank you so much, Violet. I promise, you’re truly the best friend I could ever ask for,” she replied, a hint of relief washing over her face, and I couldn’t help but grin widely at her words.
“So, how are your parents doing?” I inquired, genuinely concerned.
“Well, they’re okay, but the truth is, they’ve been fighting a lot lately. To be honest, I’m really scared that they might actually end up getting a divorce,” she confessed with a sad sigh, which made my heart sink. I gasped, taken aback by her revelation.
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that, Bestie. I really hope they can work things out,” I said, expressing my heartfelt sympathy as she nodded in agreement.
“Me too, Violet. I would be the happiest person in the world if they somehow managed to fix this,” she murmured, her expression heavy with worry.
Then, gathering my thoughts, I decided it was time to share something of my own.
“Well, there’s something important I need to tell you too,” I stated, and she turned to face me with eager anticipation.
“And what’s that?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
“My mom is actually getting remarried,” I revealed, and as soon as the words left my mouth, her face lit up with a bright smile.
“Oh wow, that’s absolutely fantastic news! You’re finally going to have a stepdad!” she exclaimed with enthusiasm, but the moment I heard those words, I felt a frown creep onto my face, almost instinctively.
“Are you being serious right now, Niana?” I replied, raising an eyebrow at her in disbelief. I couldn’t help but notice the look of confusion that washed over her face.
“Uh… I’m not quite following you here, girlfriend,” she said, tilting her head.
“I mean, isn’t this something to celebrate? Your mom has found love again, and she’s made the decision to share her life with someone instead of remaining alone. Shouldn’t you be feeling happy about this?” As I heard her words, I couldn’t hold back a scoff and rolled my eyes in response.
“I don’t know, Niana. It just doesn’t bring me joy, you know?” I muttered, exhaling a frustrated huff.
“I was perfectly okay with just my mom, her sister, and my siblings; I didn’t feel the need for some stranger entering our lives.”
“But really, think about your mom for a second,” she interjected, her tone shifting to a more serious one.
“You’ve told me repeatedly how you’ve seen your mom crying because she’s lonely. If that’s the case, why wouldn’t you want her to find happiness with someone new?” As she posed that question, I started to realize that perhaps she had a point.
“I’ve come across quite a few stories about stepdads,” I said quietly, my voice almost a whisper.
“Honestly, I really don’t want to find myself in that kind of situation.” As soon as the words left my lips, Niana let out a scoff that echoed in the air between us.
“Seriously, Violet? You really need to rethink that stance. Not every stepdad is a villain in a story. Take Sarah and Dora from our class, for example. Their stepdads are actually pretty decent guys! Just the other day, I overheard Dora mentioning how she’s considering adding her stepdad’s name to her surname because he treats her so much better than her biological father ever did,” Niana explained, her tone a mix of incredulity and defense. I fell silent, absorbing her words and contemplating their meaning.
“Why not give your mother the benefit of the doubt? You might be surprised; it could turn out to be a positive experience for you,” she suggested warmly. I simply nodded, taking her advice to heart as I processed everything she just said.
At that moment, the school bell rang out, breaking the tension between us.
“We’ve been chatting for quite a while now,” I remark, trying to shift the atmosphere.
“Let’s head to class.” Niana agreed with a nod, and we turned to walk away. Just as we began to make our way to the building, a sudden commotion drew our attention.
We heard a chorus of screams that echoed through the air, turning our heads to see four luxurious cars making their entrance into the school grounds. Unexpectedly, the cars came to a halt not far from where Niana and I stood, leaving us both curious and bewildered by the spectacle around us.
The door opened and Dylan and his friends stepped down from the car and Dylan seemed to be particularly focused on me which is extremely surprising . To my utter surprise, he even winked in my direction.
“Am I seeing things, or did Dylan just wink at you?” Nianna whispered in disbelief, and I couldn’t help but scoff at the idea.
“Maybe it’s you who’s dreaming, bestie. There’s absolutely no way that Dylan would ever wink at someone like me,” I replied, shaking my head in amusement just then Cindy made her entrance through the throng of people. With a boldness that startled everyone, she positioned herself directly in front of Dylan and planted a kiss on him. A collective gasp arose from several nearby, their astonishment filling the air. Dylan’s expression shifted to one of shock, but then, almost as if caught in a moment of fury, he shoved her harshly to the ground. The suddenness of it left all of us wide-eyed and speechless.
Fixing his shirt as if he were removing dust from his own lap, he shot a glance back in my direction, his eyes lingering for just a moment before he and his friends turned away, leaving Cindy sprawled on the floor, stunned and bewildered.
“Serves you right, b*tch!” someone in the crowd called out, anger seeping into their voice.
“How dare you lay those lips on our Dylan!” another voice joined in, clearly furious at Cindy’s boldness.
“That level of audacity should never go unpunished,” came another comment, echoing the sentiments of the group around us.
“I swear, we need to do something about this. How in Pete’s name could she even think it was okay to touch Dylan with those nasty lips of hers?” another raged, the disbelief still swirling in my mind as the reality of the situation sank in.
“I’m absolutely not going to let her get away with this,” declared another blonde girl, her brows drawn together in a displeased expression.
“I promise you, I’ll make sure she learns her lesson.”
Just then, we were interrupted by the authoritative voice of the principal echoing through the loudspeaker, instructing,
“Attention, everyone! It’s time for your classes. Please make your way to your respective classrooms.” The crowd began to break apart as students started moving in various directions.
The principal’s voice resonated once more, more insistent now. “I repeat, everyone, it’s time to head back to class. Please proceed to your morning lessons.”
I turned to Nianna and urged,
“Come on, let’s get going.” However, I couldn’t help but observe that she seemed lost in thought, her mind seemingly elsewhere.
“Niana, what’s on your mind? We need to go,” I called out, raising my voice a bit. She snapped back to attention, her gaze meeting mine.
“Wait, what? Oh, right! Let’s go,” she responded, and started walking forward while I trailed closely behind her. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off; she seemed really preoccupied. I just hope her parents resolve whatever issues they’re having soon.
As we entered the classroom, it buzzed with the familiar sounds of chatter and laughter, just like any typical day. I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I noticed that no teacher was present yet. Given what had happened last time, I was thankful for the fleeting moment of peace.
We took our seats, and much to my relief, it wasn’t long before our Physics teacher walked through the door, bringing a sense of normalcy back to the room. I couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, I have a good rapport with the physics teacher, which is a major relief given how crucial these relationships can be in such an academic environment.
As I observed him during the class, he maintained an air of calmness throughout our two-hour lesson. Eventually, he wrapped up the session, but not before assigning us some homework. With a steady tone, he instructed,
“Each one of you is expected to submit your assignment to your class captain, Violet tomorrow morning. She’ll take care of delivering them to me in the staff room.” As he began putting his books away and organizing his bag, it was clear he was preparing to leave the classroom.
“I’ll see all of you in our next class,” he added as he made his way to the door. The moment he stepped out, the usual chatter and noise among the students picked up once more, filling the room with a familiar buzz.
At that point, I turned my attention to Nianna, who was sitting behind me, deeply engrossed in her phone and sporting a rather intense frown on her face, which caught my attention. Concerned, I asked her,
“Hey, are you okay?” To my surprise, she flashed a wide smile, but it seemed somewhat forced, lacking any genuine warmth.
“I’m doing fine, Violet. Truly, I am… You know what? I guess I’m just fine,” she replied, her tone somewhat forced. I gave her a slow nod and turned my gaze away, trying to respect her boundaries while I was also pondering about her mood.
It’s always disheartening to see her like this. When she’s down, school feels like an endless cycle of monotony to me, which only amplifies my own disinterest in our surroundings. I glanced at my wristwatch, noting that there were still ten minutes left until the next class would commence. With a sigh escaping my lips, I reached for my phone, hoping to distract myself. However, just as I was about to check my notifications, I felt a gentle tap on my back.
Instantly, I turned around, my face breaking into a wide, welcoming smile, fully expecting it to be Niana. But that smile of anticipation quickly vanished, morphing into astonishment as I realized who had just interrupted me. Standing there was Dylan, wearing an infuriatingly smug expression that made my heart sink. The atmosphere in the classroom had shifted significantly; a heavy silence fell, and even Niana, who was previously absorbed in her phone, had redirected her attention to us, eyes filled with curiosity.
“Hey Urmm, is there something that you’re looking for?” I inquired, casually observing him as he leisurely chewed his gum, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
“Yes……. I want you.” He replied and the moment those words left his mouth, a wave of astonishment swept through the room, leaving everyone—myself included—gasping in disbelief. It was as if time had momentarily frozen, and all eyes were on us, taking in the unexpected boldness of his declaration.
*TBC
