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🪻WRITTEN BY CRYSTAL.O.ORI🪻
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(Episode 14)
BRIGHT FIELD HIGH SCHOOL
MORNING
Nianna’s point of view
“For goodness’ sake, where on earth is she?” I grumbled under my breath, my frustration evident as I cast a disgruntled glance at my wristwatch. The seconds were dragging on painfully, and at this point, I was beginning to rethink my choices. This is precisely why I preferred to swing by her house to pick her up for school rather than standing around here like some support staff waiting for her to grace me with her presence. The way she made me wait like this drove me absolutely up the wall. I could feel irritation bubbling beneath the surface as I crossed my arms and let out an exasperated sigh.
Honestly, she should count herself lucky that I even continue to be her friend. All I needed was her to hurry up so I could get my mind off of this unnecessary delay. With a brief smirk forming on my lips, I pulled out my phone, hoping to distract myself. I mean, it was clear that she was not exactly worth the time I was spending standing here.
“I really hope he saw my text and that he replied,” I murmured to myself, my heart racing as I navigated over to my messages. As my eyes scanned through the screen, I found myself wishing more than anything that Dylan would respond soon.
“Please, please reply to my text, Dylan,” I whispered under my breath, more like a silent prayer than anything else. Almost magically, my heart soared with delight when I noticed that he had indeed seen my message and, even more importantly, replied to it!
Without wasting another moment, I quickly tapped on his message, and as I read his response, the excitement bubbled up inside me, erupting into a loud shriek. The sudden burst of joy caught the attention of several students around me, who turned to stare in my direction, their expressions ranging from surprise to curiosity.
I took a moment to clear my throat, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety rise within me. With a gentle turn, I glanced back at my phone, eagerly reading Dylan’s message once more, savoring every word he had sent.
“Oh Dylan, thank you so much! I always knew you wouldn’t simply turn your back on me, especially not after everything we’ve shared together,” I whispered with a hint of giddiness, unable to contain my excitement. Giggling like a lovesick teenager, I couldn’t resist pressing my lips against the screen of my phone as if that would somehow bring him closer to me.
“I can’t wait for tonight,” I murmured to myself, a bright smile spreading across my face. Just then, the sudden sound of a loud honk pulled me back to reality. I looked up, squinting slightly in the early morning sunlight, and saw Violet’s car making its way into the school parking lot. My heart sank for a moment, and I felt a frown tugging at my lips, but I quickly masked it with a beaming, albeit forced, smile.
As I walked closer to where Violet was parked, I watched intently as her driver swung open the car door for her. She stepped out with her signature confidence, and I couldn’t help but notice that she was still wearing the same short skirt from yesterday. My instinct was to scoff at her, but as soon as she met my gaze, I plastered on a bright smile and hurried towards her.
“Hey there, girlfriend! I was starting to think you might skip school today! What on earth took you so long to get here? This is so out of character for you! What happened?” I asked playfully, my eyes sparkling with curiosity as I gently nudged her elbow. She replied with a soft smile, and I could tell she was getting ready to share her story, which I was eager to hear.
“Hey, Andy!” I greeted as I waved at her driver. He responded with a slight bow and a friendly smile before he slipped back into the car and took off in a hurry.
“Sorry I came late, Nianna,” she said, her voice a mixture of apology and excitement.
“My mom is heading to Spain today, and she really insisted that I go with her to the airport.”
I nodded in slowly ,realizing that the airport run was likely an important family moment for her. “What’s taking her to Spain?” I inquired, genuinely curious. “Is she going for work or something?”
She let out a soft sigh, collecting her thoughts before responding. “Well, she’s going on vacation with her boyfriend. They’re planning to enjoy some time together, but she’s also attending a conference while she’s there. It’s going to be a whole month before she returns,” she explained, and I nodded slowly as the information sank in.
“Oh, I see! That sounds wonderful,” I replied, giving her a reassuring smile as she nodded in agreement.
“Come on, let’s head to the classroom,” she said, her voice suddenly infused with energy.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about—you won’t believe what happened yesterday!” She bit her lip in anticipation, and my eyebrows shot up in intrigue.
“What happened?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. I watched as she adjusted her bag carefully, clearly preparing to share some juicy details with me.
“Well, you know, Dylan nearly got me into serious trouble last night,” she explained, and my eyebrows shot up at the mention of his name. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of curiosity overwhelm me.
“What exactly could Dylan have possibly done?” I pondered silently while putting on a smile that was more practiced than genuine.
“Come on, just spill the details,” I urged, my eagerness palpable in my voice, and she let out a light chuckle.
“Calm down, Nianna. Of course, I’m going to tell you,” she replied, her laughter bringing a hint of annoyance to the surface within me—seriously, how hard could it be to just get to the point?
“Okay, so here’s the thing: Dylan called me last night,” she began, and I felt my expression shift as a deep frown creased my forehead, despite my best attempts to conceal it.
“He… he actually called you?” I managed to mumble, still grappling with the implications, and she nodded in confirmation.
“Yeah, he did, and to make matters worse, my mom was actually in my room at that very moment when he decided to call,” she said, and I let out an exasperated huff.
“How on earth did she know it was Dylan?” I questioned incredulously, adding, “I mean, she can’t possibly know him, right?” She responded with a light chuckle, clearly amused by my confusion.
She walked into my room with an air of urgency to let me know that she would be heading out on a trip today. Unfortunately, the phone was resting quite close to her at that moment. Without missing a beat, she picked it up, and , the caller ID caught her attention immediately. “Who’s Dylan?” she asked, her curiosity piqued. Before I had a chance to respond, she answered the call, and just like that, Dylan’s voice filled the room. He called me “mon Cherie,” a term that my mother heard loud and clear” The moment she said that she slapped her forehead in exasperation, and I simply stared at her, my cool demeanor hiding a simmering rage beneath the surface.
“Oh geez, I’ve never found myself in such an awkward situation with my mom,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she avoided my gaze. I remained silent, continuing to look at her, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.
“Come on, say something, Nianna. Why on earth are you being so quiet?” she pressed, an edge of frustration creeping into her voice. I reluctantly managed to put on a feigned smile, the kind that often comes when you’re trying to mask what you really feel. “I’m just trying to make sense of all of this,” I replied softly, biting my lip in an attempt to quell the conflict brewing within.
“But Violet, I thought you told me that after Dylan had called the first time a few days ago, you deleted his number and even blocked him. So, why does it still show up on your phone? If you hadn’t saved his contact, you could have easily claimed it was just a spam call,” i questioned and she sighed out.
“Violet… you can’t be starting to develop feelings for Dylan, can you?” I asked, fixing my gaze on her with a look of curiosity. She responded to my question with a loud scoff, clearly taken aback.
“Nianna… why would you even say something like that? I mean, seriously, why would that even cross your mind? Sure, I did delete his contact the last time we spoke, but he just kept bombarding me with calls from different numbers, and eventually, I had no choice but to save one of them just to get him to stop calling me! I would never, ever have feelings for someone like Dylan—I thought you would understand that!” she exclaimed, exasperation evident in her voice. As she spoke, I could feel my eyes rolling with skepticism; there’s no way I’m buying into that, I thought, quickly plastering a cheerful smile on my face.
“Whoa, take it easy, Violet! You really don’t need to blow a fuse over this,” I replied, attempting to diffuse her agitation.
“Honestly, you never mentioned that he was harassing you with all those different numbers, and I guess it makes sense that you saved one to stop the madness. I totally get that Dylan is not your type at all and that he’s wasting his time pursuing you. But what about your mom? How did she respond to all of this? What did she say or do?” I inquired, genuinely curious about her mom’s input, as I watched her let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
“She exhibited an unusual sense of calm that struck me as odd. Without a word, she handed over my phone and quietly exited the room. Earlier that same morning, when she had mentioned that she wanted me to take her to the airport, I’d assumed she was preparing to discuss the situation further. However, she didn’t bring it up at all. Instead, she simply instructed me to take care of Sophia. After that, we chatted about a few other topics, and then she waved at me goodbye”. I could feel the frown threatening to surface on my face, so I forced a smile in an attempt to conceal it.
“Wait a minute, she didn’t get angry or blow up?” I asked, finding her calm demeanor puzzling. She nodded in acknowledgment.
“Yeah, it’s really strange. I know my mom well, and she’s not the type to just brush things off like that. She’s definitely planning something; I can feel it. She wouldn’t just let things be,” she replied, her voice laced with concern. I let out a sigh, hoping that whatever she was planning would materialize soon. I managed to give her a phony smile, even though I felt more anxious than reassured.
“So, what did you and Dylan talk about last night after your mom left the room?” I asked, trying to shift the subject and glean a bit of normalcy from the conversation. She let out a scoff, as if the mere mention of his name stirred a whole mix of emotions.
“Well, he told me that he missed me and just wanted to hear my voice,” she responded, her tone softening. “And then he mentioned that he’s throwing a pool party this evening and would really like me to come.” The moment she said that, I stopped in my tracks, surprised and somewhat taken aback .
“Hey, are you okay? You’ve suddenly stopped walking. Did something cross your mind, perhaps that you left something important at home?” she inquired, a hint of concern lacing her voice.
“I’m alright, Violet,” I replied, trying to sound more composed than I felt.
“It’s just that I’m really taken aback by everything he said.” At that, she let out a soft chuckle, which brought a small smile to my face.
“Oh, come on! There’s no need for you to be so surprised,” she said with a light-hearted wave of her hand.
“I mean, you know how Dylan can be. He has this tendency to think I’m just like those girls he can easily charm and manipulate. But I proved him wrong. I made it very clear that I’m not interested in him, and that he should keep his distance. Trust me, the sooner he realizes that and backs off, the better it is for both of us.” I nodded in agreement.
“Better,” I muttered under my breath, so softly that I wasn’t sure she caught it.
“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m late already, and here we are chit-chatting instead of hurrying to class! Come on, Nianna, we have to get moving,” she urged, and without hesitation, I nodded as we quickened our pace.
After a few moments of walking, we finally turned down the corridor that would lead us toward our classroom. However, as we made our way through the bustling hallway, we encountered a large group of students, mostly girls, huddled together. Their laughter bubbled up in the air as they chatted ,their eyes glued to their phones, completely absorbed in whatever was capturing their attention. It was hard not to notice the vibrant energy they exuded, making our situation feel even more rushed.
“What’s happening here?” I heard Violet’s voice ring out, and I simply shrugged my shoulders in response, unsure of what to make of the situation myself.
Just then, I caught sight of a girl passing by, her eyes glued to her phone as she laughed softly at herself. I decided to seize the opportunity to find out what all the excitement was about.
“Hey Nessa, what’s going on?” I inquired, hoping she would fill me in.
She looked up, her face lighting up with enthusiasm. “You need to log into the school group chat right away! Dylan just posted an announcement. Can you believe it? He’s throwing a pool party this evening and, for once, he’s invited everyone! It’s so different from his usual way of only picking a select few VIP students and the most popular girls in school. This time, he even sent personal messages to each of us. You really should check it out. I can’t contain my excitement! I’m seriously counting down the minutes until tonight!” She finished with a giddy giggle before walking off, clearly buzzing with anticipation.
Violet and I quickly pulled out our phones, eager to confirm the news for ourselves. Once logged into the school group chat, we were stunned to see that it was true—Dylan had indeed invited everyone. I felt a rush of happiness flood through me as I realized he had sent me an invitation. Initially, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of hope that perhaps he had missed me and wanted to rekindle something special between us, imagining that he had envisioned just the two of us at the party tonight. Little did I know, he had cast a much wider net and invited the entire school instead.
“Wow, it looks like he really did send out invitations to everyone! It’s definitely going to be packed over there!” I heard Violet exclaim, but my anger was so overwhelming that I could hardly pay attention to her words.
“Come on, Nianna, let’s go,” she urged once more, but just as we were about to move away, the ladies surrounding us erupted into screams, startling me. At first, I was confused by their over-the-top reactions, but everything made sense the moment we turned our gazes ahead and spotted Dylan and his friends striding toward us.
“Oh my goodness, he changed his hair color!” one girl gasped.
“Dylan is so hot—just look at him!” another chimed in with excitement.
“I can hardly wait for the pool party tonight!” someone else exclaimed, practically bouncing on her feet.
“Oh my goodness, Zayn is going to drive me crazy with how he walks,” another girl said, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
“Brian, I love you!” a voice called out, clearly smitten.
“I actually think Brian is hotter,” another girl quipped, obviously trying to stir some playful competition.
“No way, Zayn is definitely the hottest!” someone else insisted vehemently.
“Oh my gosh, just looking at them is making me wish I were pregnant!” another girl exclaimed dramatically, eliciting laughter from the crowd.
“Thanks for inviting us to the pool party, Dylan!” the girls continued to whisper and murmur among themselves. All the while, my eyes were fixated solely on Dylan. Goodness, he looked like he had stepped right out of a fantasy; honestly, he resembled a demigod. The scene was chaotic, filled with the buzzing energy of excitement and admiration, but I found it hard to focus on anything other than the way Dylan carried himself with that effortless charm.
He approached us with steady strides before finally coming to a halt directly in front of Violet and me. Though it seemed he was focused on Violet, his dazzling smile lit up the atmosphere so brightly that it felt as if it could knock the other girls off their feet—me included. I did my best to conceal the way his smile affected me, but I could sense that I wasn’t alone in the way we reacted.
“Hey, mon Cherie,” he said, directing his attention to Violet. At that instant, a ripple of gasps filled the air, showcasing the shock that swept through our group. I could hear the whispers start to circulate almost immediately.
“Did I just hear that right?” someone exclaimed incredulously.
“Oh my gosh, did he really just call Violet ‘mon Cherie’ in front of all of us?” the chatter grew more animated, as if everyone was trying to process the unfolding drama.
Violet, seemingly unamused, muttered softly, “I’ve told you to stop calling me that.” As her words hung in the air, a hush fell over the crowd, all eyes now avidly fixed on what was happening.
He persisted, his voice dripping with a mix of feigned innocence and genuine concern,
“I tried calling you this morning, but it seems you’ve been avoiding my calls. Did you block me again?” This question led to another wave of gasps, even louder this time, echoing through the gathering students.
“What? Violet blocked him?” one girl shrieked, her disbelief palpable.
“Is she out of her mind? Why would she do something like that?” another voice chimed in, laden with incredulity.
“Who in their right mind would pass up such a golden opportunity?” yet another commented, punctuating the mix of shock and admiration.
“She sure is a nerd,” someone else added,
“I truly don’t believe that’s the case. Honestly, I think she might be putting on an act by pretending not to have any interest in Dylan. Just take a look at what she wore to school today again in a short skirt! It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? Who else could she possibly be trying to impress?” The group of girls surrounding me continued their hushed exchanges, while I seethed with frustration.
“I won’t stop calling you that, mon Cherie. I’ve been eagerly searching for a moment to speak with you. I know I mentioned it yesterday, but I just can’t help myself; I need to tell you again… I’ll be hosting a house pool party, and it would mean the world to me if you could come… as my special guest,” he said, winking at Violet. Almost instantaneously, a wave of excited screams erupted from everyone around us.
“I haven’t invited anyone to my party like this before. While I’ve sent out text messages to others, yours is different; I’m asking you personally, so please be my special guest tonight,” he wrapped up his invitation, and I felt a surge of anger bubbling to the surface. It should be me receiving a public invitation to that party, not Violet, I thought bitterly, clenching my fists tightly in response to the situation unfolding before me.
“And as I mentioned earlier, I really don’t have any interest in going,” Violet finally replied after what felt like an eternity of silence. Her voice was firm, though a hint of frustration laced her words, and Dylan reacted instantly with a scoff, dismissing her statement as though it were nothing.
“Come on, seriously? You’ve never been to a party before?” he challenged, incredulity dripping from his tone. Violet rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest defensively, clearly annoyed by his persistence.
“Look, Dylan,” she began, exhaling sharply to emphasize her point.
“I am well aware that you’re up to something here. But let me make this perfectly clear: I’m not like all those other girls who fall for your charm and foolish games. So kindly keep your distance from me.” With that, she attempted to turn away, hoping to escape the conversation. However, Dylan wasn’t ready to let her go just yet; he gently grabbed her hand to stop her.
“You absolutely have to come, Mon Cherie,” he insisted, leaning just slightly closer as he spoke. Violet huffed in exasperation, trying to withstand his charm.
“And excuse me, is that meant to be some kind of threat?” she shot back, crossing her arms tighter. Dylan merely chuckled at her defensive stance.
“No, sweetheart… I would never dream of threatening you, Mon Cherie,” he responded smoothly, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the back of her hand. He then winked at her playfully before finally turning to rejoin his friends, a confident swagger in his step.
A collective gasp swept through the nearby girls witnessing this exchange. “Oh my gosh, did he really just kiss her hand?” one exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Violet is so unbelievably lucky,” another girl chimed in, a hint of envy in her voice.
“I would do just about anything to be in her position, with the hottest guy in school showing interest in her.” The others nodded in agreement, giggles and whispers trailing off as they buzzed with the thrill of the encounter.
“Lucky indeed,” one girl remarked, rolling her eyes in disbelief.
“It’s so clear that he’s only interested in sleeping with her, just like he has with every other girl before her. Have you all forgotten how he was chasing after Chloe last year? Everyone thought he had genuinely fallen for her, but it only took about a week before they broke up once he got what he wanted.” At that moment, someone in the group cleared their throat, and we all turned to see Chloe, her eyes narrowed in anger, glaring at the girl who just spoke. The girl merely hissed in response before spinning on her heel and walking away.
As the other students began to disperse, I looked over at Violet, who appeared just as flustered by the situation as I was. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” she murmured, her voice low with urgency. I sighed, biting my lip as I weighed my options.
“I’m really feeling the pressure, and I need to handle something. Why don’t you head to class, and I’ll catch up with you afterward? Honestly, I don’t think I can hold it in much longer,” I confessed, hoping she would understand.
She nodded thoughtfully but still seemed hesitant. “Okay, come on then. I’ll walk you to the restroom,” she said, the concern for my well-being evident in her tone. I quickly shook my head, wanting to discourage her.
“No, really, you don’t have to go out of your way for me. We’re already running late, and you’re the class captain. It might be best if you head to class now,” I replied, unable to suppress the urgency in my voice.
With a resigned sigh, she relented, her expression softening into a smile. “Fine, but don’t take too long, alright? See you soon, best friend,” she said, offering me a reassuring grin before making her way down the hallway.
I let out an exaggerated sigh as I glanced at the back of her head, my expression twisting into an obvious frown. With a sense of frustration bubbling inside me, I turned and headed toward the restroom. As soon as I stepped inside, I couldn’t contain my anger any longer; I dropped my bag onto the tiled floor with a thud and let out a loud, frustrated scream that echoed through the small space.
“I hate you, Violet!” I shouted, my breath coming in rapid bursts as I vented my feelings. My hair was a chaotic mess, but at that moment, it was the least of my concerns. This was my way of dealing with pent-up rage. As I stood there, seething, I approached the mirror, gazing intensely at my own reflection. I turned the tap and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to regain some composure.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I yelled again, frustration spilling out of me once more as the events of the recent past replayed in my mind. How dare Dylan act as if I were invisible? How could he, of all people, invite that pathetic nerd to his party after all I had done for him? No, this was unacceptable. “Dylan is mine, and he doesn’t get to throw me aside like this!” I muttered under my breath, determination rising within me.
Just then, I heard the unmistakable sound of clapping. I turned to look at the mirror again, and to my surprise, there were Winifred, Lily, and Sasha standing behind me, all clapping with amused expressions on their faces.
“Wow, what an impressive scene,” Winifred remarked, casting a sideways glance at my bag still lying on the floor, while they giggled in response. It seemed they were in a particular restroom, and now I had unwittingly provided them with quite the entertainment.
“I always knew you were just faking your friendship with her,” Lily said, a playful smirk dancing across her lips.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied quietly, avoiding eye contact as I turned away from the mirror. I walked over to where I had carelessly tossed my bag earlier, picking it up with a sense of reluctance.
“Really? You have no clue?” Sasha chimed in, her voice dripping with amusement. She and Lily shared another round of giggles that grated on my nerves, but I tried to keep my composure.
“Well, we’ve got our suspicions, you know,” Sasha continued, her tone a mixture of teasing and serious.
“I’ve thought about it for a while now, and Lily has seen you shoot Violet the dirtiest looks more times than I can count.”
I felt my cheeks grow warm, but I wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of knowing they were right.
“Let’s be honest, Nianna; you’re not a fan of her, and neither are we. In fact, we’re here to propose something to you.” Winifred joined the conversation, glancing conspiratorially at her friends.
“What exactly do you mean?” I muttered, my curiosity piqued despite my better judgment.
“Good question,” Lily echoed, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Here’s the deal: we want you to team up with us. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to ensure that she shows up at Dylan’s pool party later tonight. Just make it happen, and we’ll take care of the rest,” Sasha declared, a sly grin spreading across her face. I felt a lump form in my throat, swallowing hard as anxiety washed over me.
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