so this is a little chapter to just say thank you all for reading and staying with the story. thank you for everyone who's ever read the story, commented, reviewed, pmed, any/all of the above. it's meaned the world to me. it's my 2 year anniversary chapter - its been a wonderful journey. i hope you guys like it! i'm diligently at work on the next chapter which hopefully should be out in the next couple weeks or so. but, hopefully, this will tide you over until then!
pennylane - you were the motivating force/inspiration of this chapter so i've really got to say a big thank you to you as well! thanks for being there :)
oh, and kanye west - also a motivating force for this chappie... check out the song on my profile page
enough with my ramblings...
I was literally in hell. I didn't want to be around these people but here I was anyway. These weren't really my friends; I was here simply to keep tabs on people, to observe and report – great Prom night for me. Was I ever asked, "Hey, you want a night off?" Nope, never but my feelings are never taken into consideration. I was here to make sure things ran smoothly for everyone.
I glanced around the room observing my, unsuspecting, classmates. They were laughing and relishing in the moment, snapping pictures, saying trite remarks like "I'll never forget this night" - trying to absorb all the good parts of high school and forget the bad ones. They all seemedto be having the time of their lives but nothing's ever how it looks. Behind those false statements and fake smiles are how they really felt about each other and the hidden secrets they hoped no one ever found out about.
"You wanna get in line to take pictures now?" my date asked, as I took a sip from my glass of Jack and Coke. Thank god Tanya's date had smuggled in a flask.
My phone buzzed in my coat pocket. I reached for my Blackberry.
Find her – reiterate the importance of her silence. Don't let on to anything about tonight
Well that text was to the point but weren't they all? Was it too much to throw in a "Hi, how ya doing?" I was covering up so much and keeping everything, did I not even warrant a pleasant greeting? What else should I really expect – that was always our relationship; it wasn't about to change now. I scoped the room out again, this time searching for a particular person.
Was there such little faith in my vigilance? I always took care of what was needed but apparently some assurance needed to be guaranteed. I replied immediately to the text.
As always, I'm on it
"I'll be right back, gotta do something then we can take pictures," I told my date, not waiting for a response before walking away.
It didn't take too long to get to her; she was sitting at a fairly empty table by herself, playing with her phone. "I see you got a text too," I commented, as I approached, taking the empty seat next to her.
She glowered at me as I moved closer to her. I wasn't a fan of getting closer to her either but in order to keep our voices down it was an unwelcome necessity. "I think it's a bad idea to be seen this close to each other," she commented, with utter distain.
The feeling was mutual; I hated having to interact her. She was annoying, pretentious, acted superior- for no reason whatsoever- was a little crazy and did I mention annoying?
"Victoria, this isn't exactly my idea. I wouldn't be over here if there wasn't a reason," I explained to her with total contempt. "What does your text say, by the way?"
"It says none of your fucking business," she snapped.
I suppose I stepped into that one; I wouldn't have ever told her what my text had said either. I considered trying to reason with her but decided that would have simply taken too long. Instead, I snatched the phone out of her hand; she hadn't been anticipating that move and wasn't prepared. I scanned through her phone until I got to the text I was looking for.
Keep the plan in mind
"And are you?" I asked with raised eyebrows, relaxing into the chair.
"Why wouldn't I?" she responded back, flippantly.
She was wearing on my last nerve; I reached for my glass again. Drinking was the only thing at the moment that would make this situation bearable. "I don't know," I answered her with a shrug. "I'm not exactly sure how your mind works and I know how you like to go off script…" I snorted.
"Well, I saw the opportunity before so I took it," she answered, narrowing her eyes at me. She had that whole death stare thing down perfectly.
"Yea and you almost cost us the whole operation. Do you even think before you do these things?" I asked, challenging her with my best stare down. I wasn't about to back down from Victoria; the crazy red head did not scare me.
Her demeanor completely changed as some cheerleaders walked by and smiled sweetly at me; talk about being bipolar... "I always think of my actions. People might not like what I do or think I've gone over the line but it drives a point home. And unlike certain people, I'm nobody's lackey… I do what I want, when I want – I think that I've made that point abundantly clear," she replied with force behind her words, taking her phone back and taking my glass.
I almost growled at her brazen attitude; she felt that she could just do whatever she wanted without repercussions. She disregarded orders and was all about self preservation, then again, so were some other people… I was the only idiot that towed the line and did what was asked of me.
"Are you trying to imply that I'm the lackey?" I asked.
She looked at me innocently and looked like I had hurt her feelings. "I would never imply that…" she paused and, almost, drained my drink, "but if the shoe fits," she continued, as a cruel smile spread across her lips.
I snatched the glass back. "I'd be careful what you say; you won't always have the protection you do now around," I threatened.
"Aw, that's cute. You think you have some say over me or that you can take me," she said pinching my cheek. "Hun, I'd eat you alive."
I recoiled at her touch. "Look…" I began but was cut off as Mr. Davidson began talking and took the stage.
It was time from Prom Court announcements and Victoria's attention was totally diverted to that. I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face me. "I'm just here to deliver a message…" I began but this time was cut off by her.
"Which is different than what you normally do in what way…?" she asked facetiously.
"Fuck off," I retorted. "The only reason you're even here…" but I stopped myself before it was too late.
If I continued down this path it would only lead to more trouble. She couldn't know that the reason she was even involved was to take the fall for everything; that she was just a pawn being used. She needed to think she was integral to this plan.
"The only reason I'm here? Huh? How about the only reason you're here is to be a fucking messenger. You're nothing! I'm the brains behind this operation. You do what I tell you to do - it's not the other way round," she whispered since people were starting to turn around and stare at us.
Boy, she really was delusional. She was the brains of the operation? But I supposed that would work to our advantage in the end. If she wanted to take credit for all this after the fallout, and there wouldbe a fallout knowing how Bella and Co worked, that was totally fine with me. She probably wasn't even aware that there were already whispers of something going down, a take down in the making. Crazy biatch… that's why you don't mess in the major leagues when you're still a little leaguer.
"And this year's Prom Queen is Bella Swan," Mr. Torrence announced.
Victoria's face went blank – she was not expecting this. I smiled knowing her discomfort level and that she hadn't accounted for this. "Well, whataya know?" I quipped with a smirk. "What? Didn't you vote for Bella?" I asked with a laugh.
"Shut up," she said, getting up from the table in a huff.
"Just remember, braintrust, it would be wise to just stay quiet…" I warned as she headed for the exit.
If she opened her mouth it would just lead to her downfall but that, truly, wasn't my problem.
so, whatya think? thoughts? concerns? theories? in case you didn't figure it out it's an anonymous POV or a mysterious POV, whichever way you want to think of it. a little mystery always adds to the suspense, lol
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