Chapter Five (Changes )
a/n: Finally, lol, I have chapter five. If your wondering whether or not I deleted a chapter, like I've done for the chapter 3 ( by replacing it ), well I didn't delete it. It's just that I deleted an author's note, that was in the space for chapter 2. And well, everything got backtracked. Just want to inform all my wonderful readers
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Questions with answers
1. On how Serena is finally going to make Darien her own, well you see the beginning of how it starts in this chapter, and you'll just have to wait for the next chapter on how the ordeal is played out.
2. I know they haven't been a lot of Darien and Serena action and what not, but that'll come on later. When? I'm not sure.
3. Can my chapter be any longer? Well, I can't really answer that because it's whatever comes of my head.
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If I was your woman
I ponder and ponder throughout the rest of yesterday and the beginning of today as I drove down the gravel road. Thinking of ways in which I can be deceitful and evil. However, that wasn't happening. It's not that I didn't want my man, cuz I do. And plus I'm determine to make Darien Shields as my one and only a reality.
Yet the fact is, I can truly say that I do not have any immoral injustice sin in my 17 year old body –I couldn't even come up with a single reclusive act.
So with that said, I came up with one conclusion.
No, I wasn't giving up. That was far from my mind. I just decided to go to the person whom I knew wouldn't mind in helping me of achieving my goal.
I stop at a red light in my old rusty beet up silver Mercedes (that seriously needed a lot of help from the people up in Pimp my Ride). My left hand grip the stirring wheel while my right arm on the window sill, I replayed in my head over and over again what I wanted to ask her.
Pressing my foot against the gas pedal as soon as the light turn green, I took a right turn and drove up to her driveway. Turning off the engine, I got out closing the door and walked up to the Rivers's front door. I then press the bell that was to my left, and waited patiently for someone to open it.
Hearing some noise on the other side, a person asked " who is it?"
"It's Serena" I replied
The person open the door, and standing there was Dr. Rivers with a bright smile. I smiled back at her and walked in.
"Hi Mrs. Rivers, is Amy here?"
"Yes. She's upstairs"
"Thanks" I said as I pass by her before heading up, towards Amy's room. Looking at the closed door, I turned the knob and went inside spotting Amy immediately in her pearl coated room.
She was on the far left corner by her full size bed sitting at he computer. I gaze at the back of her, slender finger typing up a storm. To anyone who just meant Amy for the very first time, they might of thought she's a fairly quiet, shy, smart and sweet girl. In fact she's all of the above.
However, you know what they say about the quiet ones. That their the one's you have to watch out for.
"Hey Ren" she said
"How did you know it was me" I asked a bit surprise
"Well it was a 50/50 chance between you and Mina, since you two are the only ones who comes in my room without knocking." she pointed out the facts while still facing her computer
"Oh" I said walking over to her. Curiosity getting the best of me of me as I asked "what are you doing"
"Nothing" she answered too quickly
"It doesn't look like nothing"
"Well it's nothing" she claimed while x-in out the page she was just on before I could even take a full glance at it.
"So wassup" she asked spinning her chair around to face me. I guided my feet toward her bed and prop down.
"Well-" I began trying to stall. I didn't want to give out too much information since I didn't want to seem as though I was doing something wrong. Yes it was an understatement that I was talking to an expert, ( who wouldn't mind my sinful act ) yet I still couldn't bear to be known as a home wrecker; although their relationship wasn't on paper.
"Well what" she Cooed.
"Their's this guy --"
"Darien—"
"–yea, and. . . wait, what?" I questioned scrunching up my face. Did she just say his name.
As if answering my unheard question, she repeated his name . Astonished was apparent on my face as I gap at her. "How. . .Um. . .Who. . . What --" I utter, not having the ability to complete a sentence, nor knowing what to say.
I looked at her passive crystal blue eyes.
"Is it that obvious"
"Ugh. . . Yea" she stated in obvious tone. " I mean come on Ren, you practical drool every time you see him, thinking we don't notice. But, as one of your best friend, I must admit. We notice. Especially the look you grace upon us. It got possessiveness written all over. Especially when he brings around his flavor of the week." She stated matter fact.
"Hm" I mutter, guilt driven within me, looking down on my clumped up hands.
"Their nothing to feel ashamed"
Giving her cynical look, I then look back down at my hands. I couldn't help but feel that way.
Stupid.
I know, but I couldn't help it. It wasn't in my nature. So you see what I meant when I said I didn't have an once of immoral act in my body. I haven't even done anything, yet here I was having an emotional guilty breakdown.
Well, that needed to be change. Hopefully it would start now.
I tilted my chin up at her as her blue eyes stared back at me.
"So" she began "what about him"
"Well" I began doubtfully thinking that I shouldn't have any doubt. That this was the right time in which I should be making changes. "Well, I need your help in making him realize that he wants me as bad as I want him. That Anne is just a conniving little snack. That the only reason she wants him is because is his wealth. I mean yeah his attractive but, that not the point. It's the fact that she's after his moula. Well that is. . . if he had any money. Or could it be that he isn't telling me something. I mean he does live in one of those expensive complex condos, so whose to say his poor." I rented on, and on, til I got a look from Amy that basically told me to shut up
"Okay, I'm done talking about nonsense. Now help a sister out" I pouted
Her posture and form of what I just ask had dubious and uncertain written all over. I didn't blame her. I mean, come on we are talking about me here. Miss. innocent of all innocent. Finally I saw something, like a spark of interest fulfill her eyes. She then grin.
"Well, well. Miss. Holy-Justice finally came to the dark side" she calmly stated.
"It's not even like that Ames--" I tried to explained, but she wasn't trying to hear any of that.
"--Hey, I don't judge. I just observe." she coed. " Anyways, I got the perfect plan intact for you within this ingenious mind of mine" she said while pointed to her head, giving me another grin. A grin that told me I shouldn't had went to her. Also telling me that I should of never decided to change, and let everything be.
Yet, if I wanted him, then this was the only way to achieve it.
Right. . .
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