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🪻WRITTEN BY CRYSTAL.O.ORI🪻
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(Episode 16)
Violet’s Point Of View
*I know you you’re like this…..when sh*t don’t go your way you needed me to fix it…..*
*And like me,I did…..but I ran out of every reason*
*Now suddenly you’re asking for it back, could you tell me where’d you get the nerve*
*Yeah you could say miss all that we had*
*But I don’t really care how bad it hurts……. when you broke me first* I sang at the top of my lungs as I listened to Tate McRae’s Song (You broke me first).
Yes, I have to admit, I am quite the enthusiast when it comes to calm, slow, and melancholic songs. I know, I know—perhaps it sounds a bit odd, but what more could you expect from someone like me? I mean, I have my nerdy inclinations! I was completely engrossed in my singing, pouring my heart into the lyrics, when suddenly, I was jolted back to reality by the loud sound of urgent knocking on my door. The music was blasting at full volume, making it hard to hear anything else, so I quickly reduced the sound.
‘The door is open! Come in!’ in an attempt to be hospitable, and moments later, the door creaked open. It was Vera, my dedicated maid, who stepped inside, and right behind her was Nianna. The moment I saw her, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of surprise wash over me.
‘Nia… Nianna… what are you doing here?’ I stammered in astonishment. She let out a soft chuckle as she moved closer to me, while Vera, after a light bow, gracefully exited the room.
‘What? Why are you so shocked?’ Nianna replied with a playful huff, dropping the bag she had brought with her onto my bed as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
‘Nianna, it’s just that it’s kind of late, and you didn’t even give me a heads-up with a call or a text about your visit. So, what’s the occasion for this surprise drop-in?’ I said, trying to mask my confusion. She flashed me a beaming smile and settled herself comfortably onto the bed, clearly unfazed by my questions.
“Alright, here’s the deal. I’m here to take you,” she announced confidently, punctuating her statement with a sharp click of her tongue.
“Take me?” I echoed, my mind racing with confusion as I tried to process her words.
“What do you mean, take me to where?” I asked, feeling more bewildered by the second.
“Where do you think? To Dylan’s pool party, obviously!” she replied, a slight smirk playing on her lips. My eyebrows shot up in surprise, and I couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh.
“Wait a minute. Are you drunk, or are you just pulling my leg right now? Oh, I get it! You’re planning to sleep over at my place, that’s why you brought your bag!” I exclaimed, suddenly feeling a flicker of realization. Her response was a roll of her eyes accompanied by a defiant crossing of her arms.
“I’m not joking around, girlfriend. We’re both going to Dylan’s pool party,” she insisted, while gesturing toward the bag she had brought along. It finally dawned on me that she was utterly serious about this unexpected plan.
“Hold on a second,” I said, trying to wrap my head around the situation.
“You’re really starting to confuse me, Nianna. You must be kidding, because the last time I checked, I definitely told you I wouldn’t be going to Dylan’s party. If you heard otherwise, I think you might have misinterpreted what I said earlier today at school when I made it perfectly clear that I wasn’t attending.”
“Hey, best friend,” she began, a note of concern coloring her tone.
“I know you might be upset with me, but please understand that I’m doing this for your own good.” Her words hung in the air, and I immediately felt a mix of frustration and confusion bubbling up inside me.
“My own good? Seriously, Nianna? You’re really throwing me off here,” I muttered as I frowned and looked at her with a cool, unyielding gaze. It wasn’t the reaction she had hoped for, that was clear.
She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain herself.
“Listen, this is our final year of high school,” she continued earnestly.
“And if I recall correctly, you’ve never actually been to any parties—not one! Look, Violet, we’re down to just a few months before we graduate, and I think it would be incredible if we could enjoy ourselves a little bit before everything comes to an end. I mean, you only get to experience high school once in your life! Just take a moment to think about it, best friend. Please, let’s go out and have some fun—even if it’s just for tonight, and then we can refocus on finishing strong until graduation.”
She looked at me with pleading eyes, gently rubbing my hand as if trying to soothe me into reconsidering her suggestion.
“But… but you know how much I dislike parties,” I stammered, feeling a mixture of anxiety and dread.
“The sheer number of people always crowds me, and don’t even get me started on pool parties—there will be so many people in swimwear, and with all the reckless behavior, it just makes my skin crawl.” I mumbled my doubts, and despite my discomfort, I noticed that she had a faint smile, almost as if she saw a glimmer of hope in my words.
“I totally understand that you might be feeling a bit apprehensive about this whole situation with Violet, but trust me, there’s really no need to worry. I heard through the grapevine that it’s not going to be just a pool party as you might think. Sure, they did mention there would be some fun by the pool, but before that, they’re planning to have a regular party as well. So, really, all we need to do is just dress comfortably in our usual outfits and bring along a bikini for later. We can conveniently change into it once we get there,” she explained, and I couldn’t help but nervously bite my lip in response.
“But… but I can’t even think about going, even if I wanted to,” I stammered, desperately trying to come up with reasons for not attending.
“You know my mom is out of town right now, and that means Sophie will be left all on her own.” My voice trailed off, searching for excuses, but her reaction was immediate and somewhat incredulous.
“Come on, Violet! What about your aunt? And don’t you have all those maids around? They could definitely keep an eye on little Sophie while you’re out having fun for just a few hours! It’s not like it’s going to be an all-night thing,” she said, her disbelief evident as she let out a scoff. She then stood up and walked over to the bag she had brought with her…….rummaging through it, she pulled out some clothes and tossed them in my direction.
“You need to change quickly! I want to get your makeup done before we head out,” she urged excitedly.
“Honestly, I’m just glad I had the foresight to apply my makeup at home; otherwise, we would have been running super late. I just need to slip into my dress, and then we’ll be all set!” she added, her enthusiasm palpable as she glanced back at me.
“What? What on earth are you still waiting for? Come on, put on your dress already! Or wait a second—have you not taken your bath yet?” she inquired, her voice laced with impatience. I quickly shook my head in response, assuring her that I had indeed showered.
“That’s not the reason I’m hesitating here. What’s going on with this dress?” I said, gesturing to the outfit draped over the chair.
“What’s wrong with the dress? Don’t you like it?” she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. I let out a loud scoff, clearly unimpressed.
“What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong with the dress’? Can’t you see just how short it is?” I replied, exasperated. The moment I said this, she burst out laughing as if I had just told the funniest joke.
“Short?? Are you kidding me right now, girlfriend? Are you really going to compare this skirt to your school skirt? We both know that your school skirt is way shorter than this one!” she retorted between fits of laughter. I couldn’t help but frown slightly at her teasing.
“Well, it’s not that I like wearing it; it’s simply that I don’t have any spare skirts at the moment, so I have to settle for that one,” I explained, trying to justify my choice of attire. She rolled her eyes in disbelief.
“You’ve been wearing that skirt since the beginning of the week! If it made you really uncomfortable or if you truly hated it, you’d have replaced it by now!” she continued, her tone firm.
“Now, stop complaining and just put on your dress. You still have to do your makeup!” she added, her voice a little huffy. I bit my lip, knowing she was right but feeling a bit overwhelmed by the entire situation.
I might be overreacting, but there’s something about her tone right now that feels really off. It honestly gives me the impression that she has a strong dislike for me wearing my uniform skirt. It’s strange, but I can’t shake off that feeling.
“Are you sure we’re only going to be there for two hours?” I asked quietly, beginning to peel off my dress in preparation for the outfit she had suggested.
“Absolutely, bestie! Just two hours, and then we’ll head back,” she replied, flashing me a bright smile. I nodded in agreement and started to change into the new clothes. The outfit consisted of a snug black leather skirt and a vibrant red crop top, complemented by some stylish, eye-catching black heels that reached up to my thighs.
However, as I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy. “Um, I’m not entirely sure how I feel in this outfit. This skirt seems even shorter than my school uniform,” I mumbled, tugging at the hem of the skirt as I turned to glance at Nianna, who appeared to be watching me intently.
“Nianna,” I called out, but she didn’t respond.
“Nianna!” I called again, this time raising my voice a bit. It was as if my words finally broke through whatever daydream she was caught up in.
“Huh?” she mumbled, appearing disoriented, and I couldn’t help but let out a small scoff.
“You totally zoned out on me! What were you thinking about? You looked completely lost just now,” I inquired, my curiosity piqued. She let out a light laugh, the sound echoing in the room, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wanted to know more about what was going on in her mind.
“Hey, nothing too serious, best friend,” she chimed cheerfully, her eyes sparkling as she took in my appearance.
“I was just admiring how absolutely stunning you look in that outfit.” Rolling my eyes in playful disbelief, I couldn’t help but smile at her compliment.
“Come on, have a seat so I can quickly work my magic with your makeup,” she urged, her voice filled with excitement. I nodded slowly, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity, before I made my way over to my dressing table. Once I settled into the chair, she flashed a light smile that seemed to brighten the entire room. She then opened up the makeup box she had brought along, a treasure trove of colors and tools, and began to transform my face.
After what felt like just a moment, she announced with enthusiasm,
“And… I’m done! Go ahead and open your eyes!” Without hesitation, I complied, eager to see the result of her artistry.
“Wow, that really didn’t take long at all,” I murmured, half in awe and half in disbelief. However, when I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, I was completely taken aback. I looked like a brand new person—though the makeup wasn’t overly dramatic, it somehow accentuated my features to such an extent that I hardly recognized myself. The reality of my transformed appearance left me momentarily speechless.
“Um, thank you, but I can’t shake the feeling that I look quite different… Are you really sure you didn’t go a bit overboard with the makeup?” I questioned, my voice tinged with uncertainty. In response, she let out a light scoff, clearly amused by my reaction.
“Come on, Violet, you know that’s simply not the case! I really don’t have time for this argument right now. Just grab your bag, and let’s get moving—the party must have already started,” she urged, her tone hinting at urgency. I nodded in agreement, reaching for my glasses, ready to put them on when she suddenly interjected.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” she exclaimed, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. I let out a nervous chuckle and hesitantly let the glasses slip from my fingers.
“Oops! I almost forgot that I was going to wear my contact lenses instead,” I admitted sheepishly. She rolled her eyes in response, an expression of exasperation creeping across her face, and stepped closer to me. With a swift motion, she handed me my bag and effectively pulled me out of the room.
“Just wait here for a second; I’m going to let Auntie Quinn know we’re headed out. I’ll be back in a jiffy,” I told her as we reached the stairs. Without missing a beat, I hurried down the steps, making a beeline for the balcony. If anyone was looking for Auntie Quinn, that was undoubtedly the place to find her.
“Good evening, Auntie Quinn!” I called out cheerfully, and as she turned towards me, her expression shifted dramatically.
“Violet… wow, you look… incredibly different!” she exclaimed, a hint of surprise lacing her voice as her eyes took me in.
“Is that a good different or a bad different?” I replied playfully, nervously biting my lip as I awaited her response.
“Well, of course, it’s a good kind of different, sweetheart! You look absolutely stunning, and oh my goodness, I can hardly find the words to express how lovely you are!” she exclaimed, causing me to let out a soft giggle in response.
“I’m heading over to a classmate’s party tonight,” I replied, my voice a little quieter as I tried to gauge her reaction.
“I promise I’ll be back in two or three hours.” To my surprise, she nodded without hesitation, which caught me off guard.
“Have a great time, sweetheart! Just remember to return like you said you would,” she encouraged, her tone filled with warmth. This made me feel even more excited, and I couldn’t help but lean over to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek as a token of my gratitude.
“Thank you so much, Auntie! I promise I won’t be out too late,” I replied with an enthusiastic grin. It’s interesting to note just how different my mom and her sister are—my aunt is always so understanding and caring. I couldn’t help but think that if it were my mom in this situation, she likely wouldn’t have been as accommodating. I imagined that if I had told her about going to the party, she would have put her foot down, making it clear that it was a no-go. I felt a spark of relief wash over me knowing that my aunt was home instead. Wait… why am I feeling so eager about going to this party? I paused in my tracks, lost in thought.
“Violet! What are you doing just standing there? We’re already running late!” I suddenly heard Nianna’s voice cut through my reverie. I looked up to see her glaring at me, her impatience evident.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, bestie! Come on, let’s get going!” I exclaimed, reaching out to take her hand as we made our way out of the house. A sudden wave of guilt washed over me as I realized that I hadn’t checked on Sophie before leaving. I let out a slow, deep sigh, thinking to myself, *I’m sure Aunty Quinn will cover for me*. With that thought in mind, I tried to put it aside as we climbed into the car. As soon as we were settled, the driver turned the ignition, and we began our journey away from home.
The drive felt like it stretched on endlessly, and an unusual silence hung in the air. Nianna, who was usually bubbling with conversation, seemed unusually quiet. Concerned, I broke the silence and asked her if everything was alright. She replied that she was fine, just feeling a bit nervous about seeing her crush. It struck me as odd that she had never mentioned having a crush to me before. I couldn’t help but wonder why she had been keeping things from me lately.
Before long, we arrived at Dylan’s house, and I could hear the loud thumping of music even before we reached the front gate. It was clear that we were late to the party, as the place was already buzzing with energy, and we were among the last to arrive.
“Thanks, Tony! Just give me about two hours, and I’ll be done,” I said to my driver as I stepped out of the car. He nodded in understanding and maneuvered the vehicle into the parking lot, ready to wait. I took a deep breath, my mind swimming with thoughts about the night ahead and the unspoken things lingering between me and Nianna.
“Hey, are you really feeling okay?” I asked, my voice tinged with concern. She responded with a bright, wide smile and a reassuring nod. It struck me as ironic that I should be the one acting all sullen and withdrawn, especially since I felt like I was coerced into being here. But, bizarrely, it turned out to be the complete opposite.
“Of course I’m fine, Violet. Come on, let’s head inside,” she said enthusiastically, taking my hand in hers. With her leading the way, we made our way toward the bustling building filled with noise and excitement.
As Nianna swung open the door, an unexpected silence fell over the crowd. It was as if time stopped the moment we entered; everyone seemed to lock their gaze on us. I noticed that the music had also been turned down just enough for me to pick up snippets of conversations floating around the room.
“Whoa, who’s that girl?”
“Wait that’s Nianna,Who’s this damsel standing right next to her?”
“I’ve never seen her before; she looks like a goddess.”
“Look at those model-like legs!”
“Her figure is absolutely stunning.”
“Which class is she from? I’m definitely making my move tonight.”
“Wait… is that Violet?”
“No way, what are you talking about? That’s not the nerd!”
“It’s her! I tell you, it’s Violet!”
The whispers began to ripple through the crowd like a wave, enveloping me in a cocoon of attention that felt overwhelming. It was as though I had become the sole focal point in that room, with every single pair of eyes fixated on me, which made me feel incredibly uneasy. The weight of their scrutiny was almost suffocating, leaving me profoundly uncomfortable in the spotlight.
“‘You came, mon chérie,’ Dylan’s voice echoed from the speaker. I glanced up immediately and caught him on stage…..or what should I even call it…..he was the staring right at me with that familiar smirk.”
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*TBC 😱😱😱
