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Twist of Fate
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(Later that day)
"Chad!" Whitney exclaimed as he entered their room.
"Sorry I didn't come home sooner baby," Chad apologized, kissing her.
"I'm just so happy you're here now," Whitney replied by giving him kisses. "How was work?"
"I finally met the singer I'll be working with. Vivian introduced us today and she made us work on some more songs."
"What's the singer's name?"
"Syd Valentine. Syd has an amazing voice and the way Syd sang my songs today, I can't think of anyone else who would be able to do that."
"This is going to work out for you, I know it will," Whitney smiled reassuringly. "You and Syd are going to be a great team."
"And soon we can have our wedding." Chad told her.
"Very soon." Whitney said, kissing him.
(Theresa's room)
KNOCK KNOCK.
"Door's open," Theresa called out.
"Hey," Fox greeted.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"Nothing. I just wanted to talk to you, that's all." Fox said, picking up a book. "Guide to Ones who Believe in Fate…"
"Just something I thought might be interesting for a bit of reading," Theresa said as she snatched the book away.
"I didn't say anything," Fox smiled.
"I know what you were thinking. Fate's just a bunch of nonsense. However, someday you will see that it's not, my dear Fox. Fate is your destiny. Fate has everything to do with what happens in your life. Fate brings us to our soul mates…" Theresa drifted off in Fox's ears.
"Right. And Miss Cleo can predict the future." Fox said dryly.
"If you don't want to believe me, fine be your stubborn self. I'm just telling you what is true."
"And that's the fact that you're demented." Theresa rolled her eyes at him.
"I was saying something earlier today…" Theresa started. Fox suddenly looked at her and she was sure she saw a hint of worry in his eyes.
"About you and this mystery woman of yours…" She continued. Fox was listening to her intently.
"And for some reason, I suspected that maybe…that maybe you were in love with…I know it's silly, but Whitney…" She said, searching his eyes for some sort of answer.
"Whitney?" Fox choked out. "You seriously thought that I was in love with Whitney?? Theresa you know me better than that…" And that's how you figured out that I "might" be in love with Whitney.
"You're right, it was a stupid thought. I mean why would you be in love with Whitney? I mean she and Chad are made for one another. We all know that," Theresa said , sounding more relieved. I'm sorry I have to lie to you Theresa but I can't have you knowing that I'm in love with your best friend. I know for sure that you'd try to stop me from breaking her and Chad up. I mean with all your fate crap, I know you'll find some distraught way to stop me. Maybe you'll lock me up in my room and throw away the key…damn…I'm spending too much time with Dylan.
"Let's go swimming," Fox suggested out of the blue.
"What? Now?" Theresa asked, confused.
"Yeah, why not. I'm in the mood for a bit of a swim, how about you join me…" Fox said. Theresa looked at him as if he was some lunatic.
"Fine…" She reluctantly agreed.
"Great, I'll meet you down in the courtyard in half an hour," Fox beamed.
"Ok."
(30 minutes later)
If I can't keep Chad from Whitney tonight so I can whisk her away, I might as well enjoy the rest of the day with none other, the dreamer, Theresa. I just feel like we've declined in our communication skills.
"Finally," Fox said as he spotted Theresa descending down the stairs.
"I wasn't sure if I wanted to go for a swim or not," She told him. "It's deserted out here in the courtyard." She noticed.
"Yeah, everyone's out. Did Chad and Whitney leave by any chance?" He asked, not liking the idea of the two off somewhere by themselves.
"Actually, they just left 10 minutes ago. They mentioned something about a club called White Lotus," Theresa said.
"Oh…" Damn him for taking Whitney to my spot.
Suddenly Fox grabbed Theresa by the hand and dragged her to the edge of the pool.
"What are you doing Fox?" Theresa asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"This," He smirked then he jumped into the deep end of the pool, bringing along Theresa for the little charade.
"Not again!" Theresa said, gasping for air. "You don't think I'm just gonna let you go for this and what you did earlier today, now are you??"
Fox arched an eyebrow at her. Then catching him off guard, Theresa pushed his head under the water. Their little game went on for what seemed like forever until they were rudely interrupted by a stranger.
"Sorry to disturb your game but I thought I'd join you guys," He smiled, getting into the pool. "Well hello there precious,"
"Hi ,"Theresa said cautiously, smoothing out her hair. Fox saw her reaction and just mentally cringed. Her hair looks fine. Maybe it's just out of habit…
"I thought you left when I told you to get out the last time I saw you," Fox asked, sending him negative vibes. Last time he tried to hit on Whitney but Fox pushed him in the pool.
"I did, but I came back. This is a public pool for all tenants, is it not?" The guy asked, patting Fox's shoulder. "So what are we doing here in the pool?"
"Nothing." Fox said bluntly. "So now leave,"
"Don't be so hasty now Fox. Where did your other lady friend disappear too? Your bedroom?" He asked, smirking.
"Don't." Fox warned. "I've had enough of you."
"Too bad you can't push me in the pool now this time," He pointed out.
"There are other options if your willing to find out," Fox simply said.
"Hi, I'm Rick, and you are?" He introduced himself to Theresa, ignoring whatever Fox had just said. He softly touched her arm, Theresa slowly backed away.
"What are you doing here with that womanizer?" Rick asked, running his hand up and down Theresa's arm. Theresa quickly flinched. "I'm sure he doesn't deserve someone as gorgeous as you." Bastard, get your filthy hands off of Theresa.
"Look, leave her alone," Fox intrude, putting himself between Rick and Theresa.
"You have this irritating habit of always answering for your friends. For once, let her speak for herself." Rick scolded.
"Maybe she doesn't want to," Fox said.
"Maybe she does." Rick pushed Fox.
"Fox, don't," Theresa whispered, pulling Fox away from Rick.
"She's not interested in you," Fox shoved him.
"You can't have them all Fox," Rick said, balancing himself.
"You heard him Rick," Theresa surprisingly said. "I'm not interested in you."
"She speaks," Rick chuckled. He tried to work his way around Fox to get to Theresa, but Fox quickly blocked him.
"Dude, what the hell's your problem?" Rick asked, pushing Fox away.
"You," Fox suddenly jabbed his right hand across Rick's jaw. Reacting, Rick quickly hit him back, square in the eye. Theresa, being the petite woman that she is, tried to pull Fox away but failed.
"FOX! He's not worth it! Stop it!" She yelled, grabbing his arm to stop him. Unfortunately, with the courtyard being empty, no one was in sight to help Theresa stop the brawl. After a while of trying to pull Fox away, Theresa managed too but she realized that Fox was bleeding all over his face, or maybe that was just from his nose. She dragged him out of the pool towards the Crane Apartment, leaving a moaning Rick in the pool.
(Inside the Apartment)
"Are you some crazed psycho?!" Theresa yelled at him.
Fox scoffed. "I'm a psycho?! I was keeping him from getting his hands all over you !" Fox yelled back. This is what I get from trying to protect someone then make memo to self to never try to protect anybody else.
"I could've defended myself!" Theresa yelled.
"Fine, go back out there. Mingle with him. Go out with him. I'm sure you two will have lots of fun," Fox spat out.
"What has gotten into you?!" Theresa asked sternly.
"Nothing." Fox retorted.
"Well it doesn't seem like it."
"Let me take a look at your face," Theresa sighed, pulling on his arm for him to sit down.
"No, I'm fine." Fox said stubbornly.
"You look like hell," Theresa said.
"Yeah and I wonder why," He sarcastically replied. She grabbed an ice pack from the fridge and put it on his face.
"Damn it! That hurts Theresa!" He complained.
"Well, let me wipe all that blood off," She said.
"I'll just go shower myself," He told her.
"Then you'll let me have a look at your face?" She asked, in a much calmer tone.
"Fine, whatever." He said as he got up to head to the bathroom.
(After the shower)
"You're right eye's starting to swell," Theresa pointed out.
"No really? I just figured this puffiness was from a mysterious bug bite from one hell of a spider." He said.
"Why couldn't you just walk away Fox? If you would've done that, you wouldn't be here suffering."
"I'm not suffering."
"Face it tough guy, you're in pain."
"I didn't feel a thing," Fox said. "OW!" He yelled in pain as Theresa accidentally graze against his eye.
"Yeah. Men are such stubborn creatures." Theresa sighed.
"We have an ego to protect," Fox told her.
"You sure your nose isn't broken?" She asked, examining it.
"Yes. Does it seem like it's crooked to you?" He asked. Theresa rolled her eyes.
"Who was he anyway?" She asked after a few moments of silence.
"Rick? He and I go way back…" He simply said.
"From boarding school?" She asked.
"No. We met here," He told her.
"Here? In California?" Theresa asked, slightly surprised.
"No in Alabama," He sarcastically replied. "We met through…mutual connections…"
"Ahh, the hidden story of Fox's past life. There were definitely some tension between the two of you."
"Yeah and it built up after he tried to hit on Whitney last time," He said.
"He did?" Theresa asked. Fox nodded. A few more moments of silence followed.
"Thank you…"Theresa said softly. Fox suddenly looked at her.
"I was waiting for that…" He smiled.
"Don't start inflating your head now," Theresa teased.
"How about my ego?" He asked.
"Modestly has never been your best trait, has it?"
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