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🪻WRITTEN BY CRYSTAL.O.ORI🪻
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(Episode 15)
Austin’s point of view
“Wow, have you seen how many pictures of Dylan and Violet are plastered all over the school blog? It’s hard to believe that someone like Dylan, the ever-so-popular guy, could actually fall in love!” Mason exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I looked up from the novel that had completely absorbed my attention.
“Who says he’s in love with her, anyway?” I replied, my tone dripping with skepticism as I rolled my eyes again for emphasis.
“Come on, Austin! Surely you picked up on my sarcasm!” Mason shot back, an amused grin spreading across his face.
“I mean, after what happened with Chloe last year, I almost believed that he was capable of experiencing real emotions. But look how quickly he ditched her! I should have known better,” he added with a huff of his own, his frustration evident.
“ I just can’t wrap my head around why he’s even interested in Violet this time around. She’s definitely not your typical choice for someone like him,” Mason continued, and I opted to remain silent, opting instead to focus back on the pages of my book.
“Honestly, this is a first for me! I’ve never seen a girl turn down Dylan before. When Violet told him, ‘I said that I’m not coming,’ the entire student body gasped collectively! I mean, who would have thought there would come a day when someone would actually say ‘no’ to Dylan?” He chuckled, clearly entertained by the whole situation.
“Honestly, Mason, the proposal he made today was just too sweet, you know? I mean, all the girls were practically swooning over him,” he said animatedly. His eyes lit up with excitement as he continued.
“This is the first time he’s ever publicly invited someone to his party,” he added, and I couldn’t help but groan in frustration. I frowned deeply and let the book I had been holding fall onto my lap.
“Could you please stop going on about that guy already? You’re starting to sound like you actually have a crush on him or something,” I replied, shaking my head in disbelief. Mason let out a loud scoff, as if my words were utterly ridiculous.
“What are you saying? Are you genuinely implying that you think I’m gay now?” he asked, a bemused expression crossing his face, slightly frowning in confusion.
“My point is, you’re talking about him like one of those gossip girls who are head-over-heels for him,” I shot back, exasperation creeping into my voice.
“Honestly, you’ve been rambling about him for the last several minutes!” Mason rolled his eyes dramatically in response.
“Oh, my bad! I forgot that you’re not a fan of his,” he retorted sarcastically.
“Why on earth should I be discussing your sworn enemy, right?” I couldn’t help but let out a scoff of my own at his comment, the irony not lost on me.
“However,” he continued, a smirk playing on his lips,
“if she claims not to like him, then why on earth is she suddenly flaunting that short skirt of hers? It’s almost like she’s trying to position herself among the hottest girls at school, don’t you think?” His words struck a chord with me, and I frowned even deeper, pondering the implications of what he said.
“Well, it’s interesting how she suddenly started wearing that short skirt after Dylan mentioned that he likes her. I can’t help but wonder if she has feelings for him too and is just playing hard to get. It really makes me feel like she’s just like so many other girls out there—almost desperate for attention. The only difference is that I can’t shake off the feeling that she’s a bit like a sneaky green snake,” he remarked, and I felt compelled to respond.
“Are you seriously trying to label her like that? Like a slut?” I whispered under my breath, feeling a mix of frustration and disbelief. I tossed my book down onto the table, causing it to hit with a loud thud, my forehead crinkling into a deep frown.
“Hey, hold on a second! Why are you getting so worked up? I mean, that’s essentially what it implies. Just take a look—why else would she change from her usual style to something so revealing?” he challenged, swiping through his phone to show me two pictures side by side. One featured her in her typical long skirt, and the other showed her in that much shorter one.
“Look, I’m sure she has her reasons for dressing that way. It’s painfully obvious to me that she doesn’t have any romantic feelings for Dylan. So, just stop talking about anything related to him, okay? This conversation is making me feel nauseous,” I replied with a groan, running my hand over my forehead in exasperation.
“And yet you just claimed that there isn’t anything happening between you two?” he remarked quietly, catching me off guard. I instinctively raised my eyebrows, intrigued and slightly taken aback.
“What exactly do you mean by that?” I asked, my tone a mix of curiosity and frustration, prompting him to flash a knowing smile in response.
“You just went to bat for her,” he observed, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards playfully.
“And? What of it?” I replied, trying to maintain my composure despite the flutter of irritation rising within me.
“I was attempting to clarify a few things, and thanks to your little outburst, I believe I have,” he explained, his tone casually confident.
“Clarify what, exactly?” I countered, my confusion growing with each passing moment.
“Clarify whether or not you have feelings for her,” he stated plainly, and I couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief.
“Are you out of your mind? Who on earth are you talking about?” I shot back, locking eyes with him as if trying to decipher the absurdity of his claim.
“Violet… you have feelings for her, don’t you?” he asserted, and I was momentarily at a loss for words. His words hit me like a wave, rendering me speechless.
“W-What… what are you even talking about? You’ve been spouting a lot of nonsense today,” I stammered, chuckling nervously as I tried to dismiss his suggestion.
“You see, the truth is right there; you do like her. Just look at you—you laughed nervously. That’s your go-to reaction when you’re confronted with the truth,” he joked, a playful chuckle escaping his lips, as he watched my flustered expression with amusement.
“I started to feel a twinge of suspicion the very first time those photos of you two made their rounds throughout the entire school. Was that just last week, or maybe it was the week before? Regardless, it was around that time that I noticed something a little strange going on. You actually ate with her in the cafeteria, and I couldn’t help but pick up on how noticeably intrigued you seemed whenever her name popped up in our discussions,” he remarked, a knowing look in his eyes. I let out an exasperated sigh in response.
“I really have no clue what you’re talking about,” I finally managed to mumble, hoping to deflect the conversation.
“I saw that coming a mile away! Honestly, I didn’t expect you to ever own up to anything,” he countered, rolling his eyes dramatically.
“Violet is definitely a hot topic around here,” he continued with a smirk.
“why are the two most popular and attractive guys in school suddenly so smitten with the class nerd? It’s like the plot of some romantic comedy that you can’t help but laugh about!”
“Oh, right! I almost forgot—are you planning to go to the pool party later this evening? You have to say yes!” HE said quickly and I sighed and stood up, shaking my head in response.
“You already know what my answer is going to be, so why even bother asking?”
“Are you for real? The entire school is going to be there! This is going to be epic—so much fun! Think about it: loads of hot girls, drinks, and a great atmosphere. Don’t tell me you’re really going to miss out on all that excitement”
“I’m not going to Dylan’s party,” I stated firmly.
“If you really want to go, then fine, but don’t forget to fill me in on all the details tomorrow like usual.” With that, I turned on my heel and began to walk away, eager to distance myself from the conversation.
But then I heard him call out,
“What if Violet decides to go to the party? Would that change your mind and make you want to come along?” The moment that question reached my ears, I halted in my tracks, unable to ignore it.
“What do you mean by that?” I shot back, a mix of confusion and irritation bubbling inside me.
“Have you lost your mind? Listen, I’ve already told you that I’m not interested in attending Dylan’s pool party. I really can’t stand the guy; he’s not someone I want to spend my time around. What would I possibly gain from going to his party?” My annoyance was palpable, and I sensed he was testing my patience with his incessant questioning.He let out an exasperated scoff.
“Okay, I get it. I’m sorry for bringing that up. But seriously, you really need to stop holding onto this grudge against Dylan. This whole mess isn’t even his fault. You know how it went down — your ex-girlfriend made her choice, and he’s just a guy being himself. Sure, he’s a bit of a player, but she could have easily resisted him.” His words struck a nerve, and anger surged through me at his casual dismissal of my feelings.
“I’ve already told you so many times, don’t bring that up again!” I snapped, my voice rising slightly.
“Sandra is not the reason I can’t stand that jerk!” As I spoke, I noticed him scoffing loudly again, and I could tell he was about to respond. He stood up as if to match my intensity, and I felt the tension in the air grow thicker between us.
“Oh, really? Then why do you harbor so much animosity toward Dylan?” he questioned, his tone a mix of incredulity and concern.
“Seriously, the sooner you can put all of this behind you, the better it will be for you. Sandra has moved on with her life and appears to be doing quite well, so it’s time for you to stop dwelling in this negativity. Embrace your freedom and start attending those parties you used to love. It’s okay if you still feel resentment toward Dylan, but holding onto those feelings will only weigh you down.” He said this with an earnestness that made me let out a dry chuckle, though I had to admit, his words cut deeper than I wanted to acknowledge.
“Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if you’re truly my friend,” I muttered quietly to myself, feeling a twinge of doubt creep in.
“If being honest makes you question our friendship, then so be it,” he replied, a light smile playing on his lips, seemingly unfazed by my murmur.
“Look, man, it’s really time for you to put an end to all this. You’ve changed so much, and I can see how challenging it is for me to keep up with the new you. You used to be the life of the party, so vibrant and fun. I miss that version of you,” he insisted, shaking his head in dismay as he turned to walk away. His words left me with a heavy frown, and I found myself clenching my fists, lost in thought as I reflected on everything he had just said.
CINDY’S POINT OF VIEW
“Don’t you think you’re putting on a bit too much makeup?” Becca remarked as Martha meticulously worked on enhancing my features, applying layer after layer of cosmetics to my face.
“What do you mean by that, Becca? I really don’t see anything too excessive here,” Martha replied defensively, a frown creeping across her face.
“Can’t you acknowledge how beautiful she’s becoming? Are you suggesting that I’m doing a terrible job?” As she spoke, I let out a resigned sigh, my eyes fixated on my reflection in the mirror before me.
“That’s not what I meant at all, Martha, and you know it,” Becca countered, her tone insistent.
“Look, you’ve been applying makeup on her for quite some time, and honestly, it’s starting to feel like a bit much. I mean, Cindy is looking like an entirely different person right now.” I couldn’t help but huff in response, turning my attention to Becca, which prompted Martha to pause her application.
“What do you mean by saying I look like a totally different person? Are you implying that I look unattractive in any way?” I couldn’t suppress my surprise as I challenged Becca, who let out a loud scoff in reply. The tension in the room thickened as I tried to grasp what was really being said about my appearance.
“I never claimed that, Cindy. Sure, you look nice, but seriously, take a good look in the mirror… it’s just that, I don’t know how to say this gently, but you’re starting to look a bit unusual. It’s honestly a lot to take in; your cheeks are practically glowing red. I mean, it is just a pool party after all. Why are you piling on so much makeup? If Martha is the one applying it for you, at the very least, you should glance at your reflection in the mirror,” Becca said, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes in response.
“Come on, Becca, stop overreacting. You know I have to look absolutely stunning for Dylan today… it’s essential that he notices me, and I genuinely want him to want me back,” I whispered, casting a quick glance at Martha, who was working diligently on my makeup.
“Please, keep going,” I encouraged her, and she smiled back at me, happily continuing to enhance my features.
“Still pining for Dylan, huh? Seriously, when are you going to wise up and let this go? Dylan is notorious for being a player, and you know that all too well. You’re not the first girl he’s played with and left hanging. It’s time to move on,” Becca’s words hit me hard, and a deep frown settled on my face almost instantly.
“Becca! How can you say something like that to her face??” Martha chastised, clearly upset by Becca’s comment, while I just huffed, feeling the weight of her words linger in the air.
“Honestly, Martha, you need to stop pretending to be an understanding friend. We really need to have a heart-to-heart and be honest about this situation. The truth is, Dylan doesn’t feel anything for you, and the more you insist on inserting yourself into his life, the more embarrassed you’re going to end up feeling. Just think back to how he treated you the last time – it was downright humiliating. He literally pushed you to the ground in front of everyone at school, as if you were nothing. It was truly awful to witness. I genuinely care about you, and it pains me to see you chasing after someone who doesn’t appreciate you. Please, just take a step back. You are an attractive person with so much to offer, and there are plenty of guys out there who would appreciate you for who you are. I guarantee that someone special will come into your life soon enough. So why do you keep lowering yourself for someone like Dylan?”
After listening to her, I couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle, all the while trying my best not to let my frustration boil over.
“Thank you for your so-called wisdom, Becca, but I think I’m going to have to respectfully decline your advice. There’s simply no way I can just forget about Dylan. He cares about me; I can feel it deep down. I just need to get closer to him and help him realize how much we belong together,” I responded, firmness in my voice, only to hear her burst into a sarcastic laugh in return.
“Come on, you can’t be serious. That’s such a ridiculous notion. You’re just fooling yourself into believing that Dylan has any feelings for you. Deep down, you know the truth—he doesn’t love you. So please, stop acting like some desperate, obsessed bitch,” she shot back, and in that moment, I felt a surge of anger rise within me. Without thinking, I abruptly stood up and pushed Martha away from me, my emotions getting the better of me.
“What’s your deal, Becca?” I shouted, frustration bubbling over.
“If you have an issue with me, just say it outright. But I won’t stand here and let you call me an obsessed bitch just because I’m expressing my feelings for Dylan!” My voice echoed with anger as I delivered my outburst, and, surprisingly, Becca just laughed softly in response.
“Whoa, calm down, Cindy. I really didn’t mean to upset you. Besides, this isn’t exactly the first time I’ve called you a ‘bitch,’ is it? We use that term with each other all the time. I’m just trying to tell you to ease up and not push yourself on Dylan so much,” she replied, her tone light but her words leaving me shaking my head in disbelief.
“You don’t get to dictate what I do, Becca!” I snapped back, my annoyance boiling beneath the surface.
“I love Dylan, and I’m going to express that love however I see fit! Man, you are really starting to get on my nerves!” I muttered under my breath, needing to vent some of that mounting frustration.Becca let out a long sigh, clearly conceding the argument.
“Okay, fine. I’m sorry, Cindy. I just thought…you know what, forget it,” she admitted, her voice trailing off as she turned her attention back to her phone.
“That’s better. Now, that’s how things should be between us—just keep it to yourself,” I remarked, rolling my eyes dramatically as I reclaimed my seat. Martha, who had been waiting patiently to resume applying my makeup, paused at my interruption.
“Hold on a second, Martha,” I said, lifting a hand to signal that I wasn’t ready quite yet.
“You know what? That’s totally fine,” I said, glancing at the clock and realizing how late it had become.
“I should probably go ahead and put on my dress; I really don’t want to miss any part of the party.” As I spoke, Martha nodded in agreement and set down the makeup brush she had been using on my face. Just then, my phone chimed, and I quickly grabbed it, noticing that I had a notification from the school blog.
“Wow, it seems like everyone is buzzing about the party! I can hardly contain my excitement!” I exclaimed, an energetic smile spreading across my face.
“Yeah, I know! It’s a relief that I’m already dressed; all that’s left is for you and Martha to get ready,” Becca replied, a hint of amusement in her tone. I nodded slowly, contemplating the flurry of excitement that had taken over the group.
“What do you think Zayn will wear tonight? Maybe jeans? Or shorts? Knowing him, he’ll probably be shirtless like he usually is!” She giggled, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. It was hard to miss the fact that Becca was head over heels for Zayn—it was quite obvious to anyone paying attention.
“Look who was giving me relationship advice now,” I muttered loudly enough for her to catch, and she let out a light laugh.
“Come on, Cindy, seriously! You need to put on your clothes already; at this rate, we’re going to be late!” Martha chimed in, urgency lacing her voice. I let out a quiet sigh and sucked in my teeth, realizing she was right.
“I”m coming,I wanna check if Dylan has replied to my message”I muttered and just then Becca looked up at me,her curiosity piqued.
“You messaged Dylan??” she asked, her brow raising in surprise. I couldn’t help but scoff at her reaction.
“Yeah, I did, and what’s your issue with that?” I shot back, a mix of defiance and annoyance tingling my voice. Becca shook her head dismissively, turning her attention back to her phone, clearly uninterested in my little drama.
“Ugh, he still hasn’t replied to me! He only viewed my message!” I exclaimed in frustration, my voice rising as I pressed the call icon desperately. Each ring felt like a drumbeat of anticipation.
“Please pick up, Dylan. Come on, baby,” I whispered as I waited, but to my dismay, he didn’t answer, and I flung my phone onto the bed in exasperation.
“Why are you doing this to me, Dylan…?” I murmured, my frustration bubbling over as I bit down on my tongue, trying to hold back a wave of emotions. Suddenly, Becca’s voice broke through my thoughts, and what she said made my stomach drop.
“Whoa, Dylan just made a post on the school blog, and guess what… he tagged Violet! That’s definitely something new; he’s never tagged a girl in his posts before!” Her voice was filled with disbelief, and before I could process her words, I found myself scrambling for my phone, urgency coursing through me.
I quickly logged into the school group chat, and my heart raced as I saw it for myself. Dylan had indeed posted, and the caption read: “#PleaseMonCherie,ImWaitingForYou. Violet, don’t let me down.” Along with the message was an adorable picture of him pouting, and I could hardly believe what I was seeing.
“I’m beginning to get this impression that he might actually have some feelings for Violet. I mean, the things he’s doing for her are things he’s never done for any other girl before,” I overheard Martha say, and I couldn’t help but frown deeply at the thought.
“I really don’t think that’s the case,” Becca replied, shaking her head.
“It could all just be part of a new strategy of his. I mean, seriously, why would he suddenly be interested in a girl like Violet, of all people? It just doesn’t add up.”
“Honestly, though, she’s kind of everywhere these days. Everyone in our group is talking about her, and I’ve seen her follower count skyrocketing on Facebook and Instagram. She’s definitely gaining a lot of popularity lately,” Martha noted, her eyes glued to her phone as she scrolled through social media. I sat in silence, staring at Violet’s picture in our group chat, feeling an overwhelming urge to just eliminate her from the equation.
“Did you see how he asked her to his party today?” Becca chimed in with a light laugh.
“I have to admit, it was genuinely sweet and kind of romantic. He’s never done anything like that for anyone before.”
“Do you really think she’ll show up to the party?” Martha inquired, her curiosity piqued.
“I honestly can’t say for sure, but I have this gut feeling that she just might,” Becca mused, tapping her fingers thoughtfully on the table.
“And what makes you think that?” Martha pressed, clearly eager for Becca to expand on her thoughts.
“I really can’t explain why, but I just have this nagging feeling that tonight’s party is going to be filled with a lot of drama,” Becca said, her tone hinting at a mix of excitement and apprehension.
“But honestly… you can’t deny that she’s incredibly attractive. Just take a look at those legs and that figure. Just imagine her without those glasses and with a touch of makeup—she would totally transform into a complete diva!” Becca continued, her words hanging in the air like a charged atmosphere, and that was all it took to push me over the edge.
“Enough!” I shouted, my voice rising in frustration and causing everyone in the room to turn their heads in surprise to stare at me.
“Seriously, all of you, just stop talking!” I added more forcefully as I sprang to my feet, feeling the heat of anger coursing through me.
“Am I completely invisible here? We’re discussing the girl who’s literally trying to steal my boyfriend, and you all are sitting here gushing over her and calling her a diva!” My voice was laced with indignation, and I could see my friends fall silent, their eyes wide as they stared back at me, clearly taken aback by my outburst.
“Urmm, just try to calm down, Cindy. We… we were just—” Martha began, her tone slightly nervous, but I couldn’t let her finish.
“Just what?” I interjected sharply, my frustration bubbling over as I marched over to my wardrobe with determination.
“What are you doing?” Martha asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion, but I chose to ignore her question, too consumed by my own feelings to respond.
“Cindy, your dress is right here on the bed!” Becca chimed in, trying to regain control of the situation, but I remained silent, my focus finally locking onto what I had been searching for among the clutter of clothes. With a sense of relief, I found the perfect outfit and, feeling slightly more composed, I swaggered confidently back toward the bed.
“Hey Cindy, what do you think you’re doing? That dress is way too short and revealing. We’ve had this conversation before,” Becca warned, rising from her seat with a concerned expression on her face.
“You know your mom is not going to approve of this.”
Rolling my eyes, I shot back, “Honestly, I couldn’t care less, Becca. I’m going to look absolutely stunning for Dylan tonight. He needs to see me at my best, and no one—not even you or my mom—can tell me what to wear.” I slipped the dress over my head, the fabric hugging my curves in all the right places.
As I made my way over to the mirror, I couldn’t help but admire my reflection. A bright, confident smile spread across my face as I took in the sight before me; I felt empowered and ready to take on the world.
“Tonight, there’s no way he’s going to turn me down,” I murmured to myself, brimming with excitement as I picked up my bag.
Turning to Martha, I asked playfully, “Did you remember to bring our bikinis?” She gave me a reassuring nod and lifted the bag she had carefully packed, confirming that we were all set for the festivities.
“Alright, everyone! Let’s get going… it’s time to party!” I exclaimed, my grin stretching from ear to ear as we stepped out of the room together, ready for what the night would bring.
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*TBC 😱 😱 😱
