Chapter 7:
TC threw a punch at Julian, which sent him falling over a table adorned with
champagne glasses, drinks and food.
"TC!" Eve shouted frantically.
"Do something!" Whitney insisted to me desperately.
"Mr. Russell!" I said, grabbing his arm and doing my best to push him away from
Julian.
"That son of a bitch is gonna pay!" TC exclaimed, just as angry as before.
Whitney shot me a thank you look. I gave her a smile.
"Honey, let's get some fresh air and talk," Eve urged her husband, taking his hand.
"Privately!" she added once she saw Ivy and Julian following them outside.
"I always knew Dr. Eve wasn't as pure as she was made out to be. But I never would
have guessed that she would have been the slut that had an affair with you, Julian!" Ivy told
her husband as she sipped more of her drink.
"How DARE you!" Whitney yelled, having heard everything Ivy had said about her
mother. "Both of you," she continued, her eyes flashing with fury at Mr. and Mrs. Crane.
"Everyone makes mistakes, and YOU were hers." she pointed an accusing finger at Julian.
"Careful, dear," Ivy replied, not fazed a bit. "He might just be your daddy. After all,
we know that Eve and TC had a child not a year after they were married. Maybe your
Julian's." Ivy highly doubted what she had just said, but found it to be a nice piece of
entertainment.
"I can't be," Whitney said coldly, her anger rising by the minute, as she stared eye to
eye at Ivy, "because I inherited my father's talent of tennis."
"I play tennis, too, dear," Julian spoke up. "The only reason you're father hates me so
much is because I beat him at the game when we were about your age. That's why he is so hell
bent on making sure YOU fulfill HIS dream!"
"You LIARS!" Whitney shouted out, before her emotions got the best of her and she
ran off.
"Way to go!" I said sarcastically at the two smirking Cranes. "You guys just live to
bring people misery, don't you!" It was not a question. And I wasn't going to stay around to
hear the answer.
I followed Whitney as fast as I could. When I reached her, she was cuddled in a corner,
tears streaking her face.
"Forget them," I said. "They're jerks. Let me take you home," I told her as I offered
my hand.
She took it. "No, I can't go home," she replied after wiping away her tears. "I don't
want to. Mom and Dad will be at each other's throats, and at mine, too, especially about the
singing."
"Ok," I answered. "Do you want to stay with me? I'll take you to the recording
studio."
She nodded after a moment's thought. "Yes," she answered. "Thank you."
"Sure," I said as we walked out of the Mansion.
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Whitney ended up sleeping on the couch at my place. I offered her my bed and told her
I had no problem with taking the couch, but she refused. She said I was being nice enough to
her by giving her a place to spend the night.
"Thank you for everything," she told me as we were getting ready to call it a night.
"You're welcome," I said.
She gave me a small kiss on the lips.
The next day, I woke up at 8:30 am in order to get to work at 9. Whitney woke up at
the same time.
"Do you mind if I stay here a while longer?" she asked. "I'm still not ready to go
home."
"Sure," I said. "My shift ends in a few hours. I'll be back some time around 1 pm."
"Ok," she said.
I grabbed my keys and put on my shoes.
"Chad?" Whitney said in a low voice.
"Ya?" I asked.
"Thank you. I know I already said it. But you have no idea how thankful I am to have a
friend who I can count in when I'm having family problems."
Her words definitely got to me. Especially about the part about having family
problems. I mean, I too had gone through that not too long ago. But unlike Whitney's
situation, my parents had died.
Whitney noticed the pain on my face. "I'm sorry if what I said got to you," she said
quickly. She stood up and gave me a hug. "I didn't mean for it to."
"I know," I answered as I hugged her back. "I better go. Call me if you need
anything." I gave her the phone number to the Book Cafe, including my cell phone number.
"Thanks," she said as she took the slip of paper from me.
After saying bye, I walked out.
Well, Chad Harris, Whitney thought to herself. You've been a really nice guy to me.
And I think I'm falling for you. But I don't know anything about you. It's time to find out.
{a/n: i know I made it seem like whitney is gonna uncover secrets about chad but dont
think its a biggie because it isnt. but she is gonna find out something. anyways, please r/r.}
TC threw a punch at Julian, which sent him falling over a table adorned with
champagne glasses, drinks and food.
"TC!" Eve shouted frantically.
"Do something!" Whitney insisted to me desperately.
"Mr. Russell!" I said, grabbing his arm and doing my best to push him away from
Julian.
"That son of a bitch is gonna pay!" TC exclaimed, just as angry as before.
Whitney shot me a thank you look. I gave her a smile.
"Honey, let's get some fresh air and talk," Eve urged her husband, taking his hand.
"Privately!" she added once she saw Ivy and Julian following them outside.
"I always knew Dr. Eve wasn't as pure as she was made out to be. But I never would
have guessed that she would have been the slut that had an affair with you, Julian!" Ivy told
her husband as she sipped more of her drink.
"How DARE you!" Whitney yelled, having heard everything Ivy had said about her
mother. "Both of you," she continued, her eyes flashing with fury at Mr. and Mrs. Crane.
"Everyone makes mistakes, and YOU were hers." she pointed an accusing finger at Julian.
"Careful, dear," Ivy replied, not fazed a bit. "He might just be your daddy. After all,
we know that Eve and TC had a child not a year after they were married. Maybe your
Julian's." Ivy highly doubted what she had just said, but found it to be a nice piece of
entertainment.
"I can't be," Whitney said coldly, her anger rising by the minute, as she stared eye to
eye at Ivy, "because I inherited my father's talent of tennis."
"I play tennis, too, dear," Julian spoke up. "The only reason you're father hates me so
much is because I beat him at the game when we were about your age. That's why he is so hell
bent on making sure YOU fulfill HIS dream!"
"You LIARS!" Whitney shouted out, before her emotions got the best of her and she
ran off.
"Way to go!" I said sarcastically at the two smirking Cranes. "You guys just live to
bring people misery, don't you!" It was not a question. And I wasn't going to stay around to
hear the answer.
I followed Whitney as fast as I could. When I reached her, she was cuddled in a corner,
tears streaking her face.
"Forget them," I said. "They're jerks. Let me take you home," I told her as I offered
my hand.
She took it. "No, I can't go home," she replied after wiping away her tears. "I don't
want to. Mom and Dad will be at each other's throats, and at mine, too, especially about the
singing."
"Ok," I answered. "Do you want to stay with me? I'll take you to the recording
studio."
She nodded after a moment's thought. "Yes," she answered. "Thank you."
"Sure," I said as we walked out of the Mansion.
______________________________________________________________________________
Whitney ended up sleeping on the couch at my place. I offered her my bed and told her
I had no problem with taking the couch, but she refused. She said I was being nice enough to
her by giving her a place to spend the night.
"Thank you for everything," she told me as we were getting ready to call it a night.
"You're welcome," I said.
She gave me a small kiss on the lips.
The next day, I woke up at 8:30 am in order to get to work at 9. Whitney woke up at
the same time.
"Do you mind if I stay here a while longer?" she asked. "I'm still not ready to go
home."
"Sure," I said. "My shift ends in a few hours. I'll be back some time around 1 pm."
"Ok," she said.
I grabbed my keys and put on my shoes.
"Chad?" Whitney said in a low voice.
"Ya?" I asked.
"Thank you. I know I already said it. But you have no idea how thankful I am to have a
friend who I can count in when I'm having family problems."
Her words definitely got to me. Especially about the part about having family
problems. I mean, I too had gone through that not too long ago. But unlike Whitney's
situation, my parents had died.
Whitney noticed the pain on my face. "I'm sorry if what I said got to you," she said
quickly. She stood up and gave me a hug. "I didn't mean for it to."
"I know," I answered as I hugged her back. "I better go. Call me if you need
anything." I gave her the phone number to the Book Cafe, including my cell phone number.
"Thanks," she said as she took the slip of paper from me.
After saying bye, I walked out.
Well, Chad Harris, Whitney thought to herself. You've been a really nice guy to me.
And I think I'm falling for you. But I don't know anything about you. It's time to find out.
{a/n: i know I made it seem like whitney is gonna uncover secrets about chad but dont
think its a biggie because it isnt. but she is gonna find out something. anyways, please r/r.}