Faking It Till Forever

Chapter Ten

CHARLOTTE

“Do I really have to?” I groan to V slugging back in bed and covering a pillow over my head. I feel the bed sink down beside me and a hand running down my hair.

“You cant stay holed up in here while Adrian over there is living his life as if nothing happened, do not give him the idea that you’re heartbroken because you’re just gonna add to his egoistic persona.” She rolls her eyes looking at the door. I sit up looking at her.

“Did Freya tell you to say all these to me?” I c**k my eyebrows up. She chuckles shaking her head “Nope, all me. Freya and aria left the moment the sun started rising like a dog was biting their butts” she scoffs flipping her hair off her shoulders.

Today she wore a plaid skirt and shirt with a turtleneck under it and the necklace given by him around her neck. “Are you ready?” I ask her thinking what to wear today.

“Yeah, I just need to put my hair in a ponytail” she flips her hair smiling down at me. “When you’re ready, come down and make us breakfast because I am starving” she rubs her tummy then turning on her heel I grab her arms.

“Could you give me one of your killer work clothes?” I look at my reflection on the mirror across the room. She squeals muttering a ‘this gon be fun’, then rushes out and in minutes she back with an all black outfit.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need me” she gushes before going down. My heart picks up as I drop the outfit and head into the bathroom. I know what im doing is petty but call me petty any day than cool when it comes to matters I can’t take care of.

I look at the reflection looking back at me in admiration and astonishment the outfit hugs me like it was meant for my body and while V and I have the same under shape, she’s rather busty. I like how black it is all through; a black long sleeved shirt, black high-waisted trousers and my black hair cascading down to my butt.

I descend the stairs feeling a dash of confidence in me. “Baby!! Black should be your favorite color not pink” V compliments snapping her fingers like one of those gay fashion designs in say yes to the dress. I smile shaking my head.

“Did you buy this for me or did you grow small boobs all of a sudden” I head to the kitchen and picking up my matcha kit, putting the toast in and bringing out the yoghurt with berries out of the fridge.

“Girl, I wish, I bought it for you weeks ago planning on giving it to you when you get back from the cruise tour” she sits on the kitchen counter spreading butter on the toast. “What I would give to have small boobs” she mumbles out before biting it off.

I quickly whip us up breakfast and we dined quietly before rushing out to V’s car. Arriving just in time for work. V goes straight over to her ward and I walk to mine. “Oh my god charlotte you look amazing” Mrs. Sophia, my ward managing director gushes rushing to me from the counter leaving Jessica’s mouth agape.

“I love what you did to your hair, who knew you could dress, im coming for tips” she mumbles in my ear before hitting my shoulder and heading down. Today’s styling was a low messy bun with tendrils framing my face, normally my styling was a tight low bun—but I wanted something different.

I head to my office and saw the pile of papers waiting for me on the desk. I open my emails and almost faint right there on the spot. I was only absent for three days.

With a very long and deep sigh, I sulk in my chair entering social media to make myself feel better. Aria posted the finished interior of Remington’s house in her private story asking for our opinion, in the background I catch Remington looking at her with sad puppy eyes.

ME: finally done. So proud of you, thought you were gonna leave your work unfinished.

ARIA: I hate an unfinished work more than a passed deadline. What are you doing now?

I take a pick of the pilled paperwork on my desk before sending it.

ME: Literally about to die.

*V joins the chat*

V: this is all Blake’s doing, a punishment for you snapping at him. I think he’s forgetting who your friends are.

I pout looking at the pile again. I shouldn’t have snapped at him.

FREYA: do not let him see you sulk, do it well and you’ll have all the trifle you want as a reward that is if you finish before the lunch break.

*Char left the chat*

I put my head and start working thinking of all the trifle im gonna have once im done, I multitasked from overviewing the emails to doing the paperwork. One hour and forty-five minutes to lunch break later, I was done and exhausted.

I pick up my phone and saw a message fifteen minutes ago from papa. I head into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea bumping into Adrian, he looks down at me with anger and disgust before passing and leaving me shocked and astonished.

DAD: when are you coming over? I miss my princess.

Great. I lean on the kitchen counter waiting for the tea to brew. The little distraction that Andrew and V made for me starts fading away and reality starts rearing its head in. I pull up the notes app in my phone and make a new note thinking of what I need to do before going to the cruise tour.

Adrian comes in, picks up a file, and makes a toast and leaving without even giving me a single glance. The coffee maker dings indicating its end right after my end. I pour the tea and decided to sit in the kitchen while thinking things through. I need a new house. That’s the most important thing in all of my lists.

I know that V doesn’t mind me staying in her house forever. “I didn’t buy such a huge house for only me”—that’s what she always says, but I need my privacy, to find myself again and think my life through again.

“I still can’t believe you finished that paperwork with one hour to spare” Aria mutters before sipping her matcha. “You are officially my role-model” she winks before picking up her phone and taking a picture of our order except mine.

Aria is not only an interior designer but also a very popular with a following of one million followers on social media. She’s the network diva on social media, if you want to meet someone she could connect you with someone else for a very hefty sum.

“So did you meet with—you know who?” Freya asks before playing with her pen and sipping from her cup. The server drops a tower of trifle on the table looking at me like I’ve lost my wits. Like I care. I nod my head starting to dig into my reward, I look up to see all three eyes waiting for more evaluation.

“He ignored my entire existence” I muffled out with a filled mouth shrugging. Snap. Freya breaks her pen her eyes twitching, aria stops typing before looking at me wide-eyed, V looks to be in a daze as she looks at the window.

V clicks her tongue with her teeth nodding her head. “I see a kitchenware store across from us, who’s ready to chop up some d**k?” she stands up gesturing to the said store. “Im in” I look at Freya with my jaw on the floor.

“Im in too” Aria mutters too looking behind me with a death glare I never thought her possible. “What? Not you too. Yes I know Freya and V have venom of viciousness in their blood, not you.” I blurt out standing to stop them.

“Guys” I sigh in exasperation. “What’s the point in cutting his d**k?” some heads turn to my face at the mention of a wrong word.

“He wont be able generate more of him” V bites out. I go over to our table. “forget about it guys, im fine really, lets enjoy the rest of our recess and forget about him. Mentioning him is admitting he is important” I flop on the chair and a moment passed before they join me.

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I tie my hair in a low bun entering into the supermarket, smiling at Edmund before going on the aisle I want to buy what I’ve been craving. After the recess, Blake gave me the rest of the day off surprised that I finished all the work without a complain.

When I head back home I just started looking for houses and damn, its like everyday, prices keep going up. I stop and picked up my go to conditioner. Then I remember the one I have at home is almost out. I shouldn’t be spending money on hair products when I want to buy a house. But it’s my hair.

Before I changed my mind, I quickly drop it in the basket. I head over to the food isle and saw a whiff of waffle mix and since im going to have ice-cream, why don’t I have them together, I put two in the basket, and before I change my mind, I quickly head for the ice-cream.

I look at all the varieties in the freezer, but only one caught my eye, it was a bucket ice-cream in the flavor of Oreos and milk. A shiver runs through my back and suddenly im aware of my surrounding, I quickly turn around a gasp falling from my lips.

Standing in front of me in his button down glory is non other than Andrew. He reaches forward and my eyes close shut while my heart starts drumming. After a minute of silence, I open my eyes to see him looking at milk.

Clearing my throat; I turn around and kept on thinking of what flavor to buy but his looming presence isn’t helping. “Didn’t take you for a guy to buy groceries on your own” my voice sounded scratchy and breathless even in my ears.

“Im not. I see it as a total waste of time” he returns the milk, shoving his hands in his pockets before looking at me.

“Then why are you her—“ then it struck me, I look up at him swallowing the bile that’s trying to form in my throat and choke me to death. “Are you stalking me?” I ask with an undertone of joke behind my voice and a smile in my face, but my heart is beating drastically. Not again.

He turns his head looking at me with indifference and disregard like a pest meddling in his way, or a hiccup that’s stopping him from destruction. “Yes” he muttered with dry amusement.

My heart immediately drops to my stomach, but one thing I have learnt from past experience is to seem unfazed by what he just said. I fix my posture, smile and turn around to pick up my ice-cream.

“Aren’t you going to say anything” I shrug my shoulders even though my heart is summer-saulting and not in a bad way, my heart seem to think, him stalking me is exciting. I need to go to a therapist or ask my health doctor for medicine because I must be insane.

“You’ll get tired eventually so there’s no problem in that” I reach to open the freezer but a claw grasp on my arm makes me stop in my track.

“Is that a challenge?” he glares at me before leaning in, his lips grazing my ear. “Because I never back down from a challenge, mio gattino” he slips his hand into my hair and removes the band that was holding it.

I release a gasp trying to hold it but he simply put it in his pocket. “Hey! That’s my only band left. Give it back.” Protested I. he looks at my hair when something dark passes in his eyes in a flash, so I must be imagining things.

“I can’t give you what’s mine” he shakes his head biting his bottom lip. Without another word he turns and leave, my mouth agape and astonished to the brim.