Two texts can easily change the course of a day. Despite it being the first day of her last year in high school and having to wake up before the sun was up for soccer practice today was a good day. Today Viola had three periods with her lovely girlfriend. Who was now pissed at the Houdini move Viola had pulled.
The first text from Yvonne, the mystery text sender, simply said: Vi I need ur help. That in itself was bad. Yvonne rarely asked for help, and it was big when she did. Even if Vi wouldn't do anything for Yvonne or Kia she owed them both big time from the Cesario's act a year ago. Neither had cashed in yet.
So Viola had responded that she would help Yvonne out, no problem. The reply threw her for a loop. Ship problems. Help now.
Yvonne never had relationship issues. Kia was the spaz who needed help. Viola immediately texted back telling Yvonne she would call her after class. And Viola spent the rest of class trying to determine why Yvonne needed her help. Knowing it was big Vi promised herself that she would skip Government and AP English if she needed to.
The second she was out the door Viola was pressing number two on speed dial. Yvonne picked up, immediately Viola could tell it was big because Yvonne did not say anything and that was a big clue as to the severity of the situation. Yvonne's voice was always peppy and when it lacked its normal pep, something that only happened with uber bad things, she didn't talk much.
"What's going on Yvonne," Vi asked jumping in to the conversation without hesitation.
"Vi," came the watery reply. This was bad. Yvonne crying, two things that should never be said in the same sentence. Yvonne cried for three reasons: someone died, she was mad, or she was embarrassed.
"Yvonne, what's wrong," Vi asked again, attempting to discern what made her friend cry as she walked across the quad. This way if Yvonne needed her she could be on her way to her car with a moments notice. Also if Yvonne didn't need help, something looking less and less likely, she could possibly make it to Government without being late.
When Yvonne replied it was holding back tears. "I did something bad." Embarrassment. That was the kicker.
"Give me fifteen minutes. I'll bring Ben, Jerry, and Puff," Vi said, turning to the parking lot.
"Thanks Vi," snuffled Yvonne. Cherry Garcia ice cream and tissues were things that they brought to deal with problems. And those three great names had steered not only Vi and Yvonne, but Kia as well through some tough times.
"No problem," Vi said shutting her phone. She dug her keys out of her pocket and hopped in her cobalt blue Mustang and drove off campus. Vi felt herself not enjoying this drive, a first in the awesome new car.
Half an hour, one quart of ice cream, half a box of tissues, and still no progress later Vi decided to bite the bullet. "What is wrong Yvonne? You have to tell me," Viola said wrapping her friend in to a big hug.
After ten minutes of weepy babbling from Yvonne Viola had discerned a few things. First that Yvonne had told someone that she loved them. Second that Yvonne thought it would hurt their friendship. And third that she had done all of this because of her journal.
Viola understood the first two things but not the third. How would this person have read Yvonne's journal? Maybe the snooped? But who would do that? And how would Yvonne know if they had?
"Girlie, you have got to slow down and explain," Vi said after another bout of tears from Yvonne had subsided. "Who is it first of all? Bobby, the water polo guy? Or Dan, the soccer goalie? And how do you know this person knows you love him? Yvonne you have to tell me."
An incoherent mumbling came from the pile of tissues surrounding Yvonne's head.
"Yvonne," Vi said sternly. "Get your face out of the tissues and talk to me. Or I can go back to Illyria right now." While she threatened both girls knew she would never make good on that threat.
"I know because people commented on it in my blog," the black girl wailed. "I was going to set it to private and didn't! And now everyone knows!"
Vi winced but didn't let Yvonne see it. Her crush splashed all over the web, a nightmare for sure. "Well maybe he hasn't read it yet. I can fix this; I'll go post gibberish on your blog and in a week you can say that someone hacked you blog, simple," Vi suggested. This would be easier if Vi had read said blog entry but all in due time.
"She always reads it," the pile of tissues that was Yvonne answered. But Viola did catch the 'she' in that sentence.
"She? I never would have guessed. This isn't the end of the world, we can fix this. And we have another quart of ice cream. So who is she? Sophie, or Tanya? Or is it that girl from California, Whittney?" Vi asked throwing out names. Yvonne batting for the other team was a bit of a shock but Vi was too. "Its not like you are crushing on Liv, right?" she joked, feeling slightly worried about that possibility.
When the still growing mound of tissues mumbled out a name it was definitely not Olivia. As one Viola's eyes popped open to their widest, her jaw dropped to the point of creaking, and the pit of her stomach found a new home in the vicinity of her feet. One word. Kia.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oh wow I am good. Three posts in a day! And I am so inspired a fourth is in the works. How did you like it? Who guessed it was Kia? *Announcer Voice* What will Olivia do while Vi is AWOL? How long is Vi gone? And what is Eunice doing? All this and more on the next episode of How the Chips Fell. And now a word from our sponsors: I Don't Own She's The Man INC. and This Is Purely Fan Fiction And I Make No Profit and Sons.