Faking It Till Forever

Chapter Six

CHARLOTTE

“Oh come on love, it won’t hurt, I promise” his eyes glint in a mischievous way a child would before doing anything regarding mischief.

“Of course that’s what you’re going to say when I’m on the verge of death, do you even love me?” we were being strapped together with goggles on a thousand feet helicopter, in case you couldn’t tell we were sky diving.

“It’s gonna be fun, I promise” he kisses my forehead and nods his head to the guy who’s supposed to throw us in our demise. Such a heartless prick.

“Hello earth to char” I look up at Vi dressed in a black long sleeved shirt, a brown plaid skirt her hair cascading down in waves, finishing the look with a black stockings. I have been in a daze since this morning, simply reliving the moments I spent with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named before thinking I’m going to cherish those memories forever but now said memories are leaving horrible after taste.

“I’m heading to work, Aria is on her way as we speak, she’s going to work here, okay” she hands me over a cup of matcha. “take care of yourself for me okay? I love you as always” she kisses the top of my head before heading out.

I heard everything she said but I couldn’t reply, it’s like my vocal cords broke up when I cried last night until I had no tears left to cry. The more I look into all the signs and yet ignored them, the more my heart keeps shattering. Adrian took me for his very own puppet and predicted I will never leave or simply grow up.

Blake shows on my screen when the phone vibrated, I honestly do not want to talk to anyone, so I’m guessing he’s calling regarding work, I answer after the second ring.

“You do know there is something we call work right charlotte?” I look at the time and the time mocks me with the sign of 7:45am, I narrow my eyes at the mocking clock before ignoring him.

“I’m not coming”

“Do you even hear yourself? You c—“

“cut the rubbish Blake, I know you know why I’m not coming” I interrupt him not in the mood to indulge in his playful banters.

“Jesus, someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed, and what I did was merely opening your eyes—you’re welcome” a sardonic chuckle escapes from my lips and shocking both Blake and I.

“You know what, you’re right, thank you for merely opening my eyes and ruining my life!!!” the nerve of this man to do whatever he pleases is really beginning to piss me off and I hardly get that. “and to answer your question, I am very well aware of the term work and to add to that is—I’m not coming to work until I feel okay, that’s the least you could do in your wretched heart” I immediately hang up heaving like a madwoman looking for food.

“Whoa, I’d hate to be that guy” Aria approaches the sofa dropping all the equipment’s I was too mad to see. “How are you feeling cinderelly?” she engulfs me in a hug before setting us down a different sofa. Aria always calls me cinderelly whenever she’s sad or feeling stressed about something or someone.

“I’m livid Ari” I pat her hands that are hugging mine. She is such a softy, who feels that everyone’s emotion is hers. Aria has not yet reached the level of people pleasing because of Freya and Vi’s constant reminders.

We spent few hours together working and by we I mean she, she did all the work and I just kept spiraling back to moments with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, the only good part and only good thing is that Aria was with me and brings me out the moment I’m too much in my head.

After working together—we all know what that meant, she got a call from her infuriating client,--who I still don’t know his name. and for the first time in two years, Aria was on the verge of cursing her client over a trivial thing such as the material used for his curtains.

Vi and Freya arrived when Aria finished putting him in his place. Vi then suggested we have a girl’s night, we straight up said no, I don’t know but she succeeded, even playing her cards making me bath. When I got out of the bathroom, they were all dressed—not in pajamas but rather in club wear, wiggling their brows at me in a desperate plea.

One of the cons of having a quad friendship is when they gang up on you; it’s really fun when you’re not the attention of the ganging. No matter how many shaking of head I did, I still got dragged into the club in a shitty dress for that matter.

Vi wore a very formal dress; a cropped green top with a black leather pant. Freya being Freya wore a black short dress `just cause she can`, Aria wore a purple shirt with a black jeans. I didn’t have the liberty to pick my dress, I was forced into a strapless cropped top with a leather pant, and at least the pants are pink.

“Come on guys loosen up and enjoy yourself, we’ve been here for only an hour, and drop the phone Aria—we get it, you’re famous” Vi shouts over the song that’s booming. She picks up her beer and gulps it down shrugging us off before heading to the dance floor, she has been moody since when she got back from work, and we asked her what’s wrong but she shrug us off just like now.

I look at Aria who’s lost in her phone and glaring at it like it just committed a huge felony to her. She releases a curse before picking her cup shot and drowning it down seeming even more flustered. I look opposite me to find Freya already looking at me with undivided attention. I know Freya enough to detect when she’s slip in to her subconscious mind.

I snap my fingers at her and she immediately comes back her pupils dilating. “You okay there?” I ask her looking at the guy who’s trying to approach us, I shoot him a hard glare and he changes his mind.

“I’m fine I’ve jus—“she looks to the door her face morphing to confusion then realization then anger. “What the f**k is he doing here.” She excused herself before heading to him and drawing him back out the door.

“Ari, I’m gonna go to the loo” she simply nods her head dismissively—that’s definitely unlike her. After I was done with my business in the ladies room, I got out heading towards our table when a giggle tops me in my tracks, I head over to the sound even though I am very well aware of invading privacy s**t I’m doing.

To my utter and brainless surprise, I find Adrian with Mia having affectionate whispers of nothingness, I squint my eyes to ensure I was seeing correctly, Adrian hated clubs and now here he — seems very happy with where his life was.

I rush over to our table, more like tried since I was tipsy—I’m a lightweight if you couldn’t tell, picked up my bag and told Aria I’m leaving not caring if she heard me or not cause I cannot stay a minute longer in this club.

I rush over to the door in my complete daze not seeing the figure in front of me until I bumped into him and poured all the contents in my stomach unto him.