As Vi hopped in to her car to drive off campus, for the second time today, she felt a twinge of guilt. She had barely seen Olivia today, and even Sebastian at his thickest would have seen that Olivia was only grudgingly putting up with it.
Just before pulling out of the parking lot her phone rang again. "I've got to change that ring," Vi muttered before picking up. "Kia, I promised I'd be there, give me some time."
"Whoa, say what Vi?" came a voice that wasn't Kia's. In hind sight she should have checked the caller ID. Luckily it was her effeminate hairdresser friend Paul. "Why are you going to Kia's?"
"Huh, what? Sorry Paul, I thought you were Kia."
"Obviously," Paul said, and even though Viola could not see him she knew he was rolling his eyes.
"Just a little drama. Nothing big," Vi lied. She pulled out of the parking lot before saying "Paul, would you mind calling Liv? She has nothing to do all afternoon, maybe cheer her up?"
"Fine," Paul sighed, sounding very put upon. "Only because you are my best friend. And because I love your better half."
"Thanks Paul, you're a lifesaver."
"I know, later Vi," he said hanging up. Vi chucked the phone on to the seat beside her before gunning the engine.
When she arrived at Kia's house Vi rang the bell. When Kia answered she was much more together than Yvonne. "'Sup Kia?"
"Oh Vi, its horrible!" Kia screeched pulling the shorter brunette in to the house and up the stairs before Viola could protest.
After shutting her bedroom door Kia flopped on her bed and launched in to her story. "The entire student body was laughing at me!" Kia whined. "Can I switch to Illyria? I can't show my face in Cornwall again!"
"It can't be that bad. What did you do? Have you skirt tucked in to your underwear all day?" Vi asked feigning obliviousness about the whole situation.
"No worse! Yvonne wrote in her blog, and she said she loved me!" Kia whispered, as if she didn't want anyone else to hear the admission. "I think it was supposed to be a private entry, because she was bitching about Monique," the taller girl clarified.
"Whoa, that is big," Vi said putting all her energy in to acting like she hadn't heard this already. Not that she heard about Yvonne bitching out Monique, Yvonne didn't give much in the way of details. "So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know Vi!" Kia reiterated. Viola found herself glad that Kia was much more levelheaded about this that Yvonne had been.
"And how does that make you feel?" Viola parroted all those TV psychologists.
"It confuses me. And don't tell anybody but I totally had a girl-crush on her two years ago."
"Oh, wow," Vi said. This was news to her, and looked better for Yvonne.
Viola spent the next hour figuring out some basic facts. Yvonne loved Kia, who might reciprocate. Yvonne had also been ignoring Kia's calls. So Viola, the resident mastermind, set up a lunch at Cesario's for Thursday since it was Labor Day weekend. Which Yvonne did not know included Kia.
Half an hour later Vi found herself back on the soccer field, for the second time that day.
"We need to start this season the way we finished the last, sharp!" Dinklage roared to the assembled soccer team. It was the same speech as last year but inspiring none the less. "Orsino, work on your footwork. Wilson, practice penalty shots, last season you almost blew the championship. Hastings," the English coach said turning to Viola, "You are a prime target; you need a full work up."
Viola held back the sigh, not wanting to face the wrath of Dinklage. "Sucks to be you," Duke said in passing. Vi whole heartedly agreed, not looking foreward to running laps, practicing sprints, passing drills, and agility drills, especially when the guys had much less on their plates.
Vi got to work, hoping vainly that Dinklage would let them off early. He didn't. And an hour and a half later Dinklage ended the practice, normally the practice would be longer but the morning practice shortened the afternoon one. After a short speech about being prepared for the game next Friday against Verona, another prep school in the area, the team was allowed to disperse.
An exhausted Vi walked quickly back to her room, hoping to catch Olivia there. She was not in luck but shrugged it off to go shower and get ready for the impromptu date.
When Vi returned to the dorm she found that she had just missed her girlfriend, which was told by the disarrayed beauty products and hint of body spray lingering in the air. Vi only touched up her own makeup before sitting down on her bed.
She still had fifteen minutes before she had to leave. And there was a stack of papers waiting on the bed. Vi looked at them and grinned seeing notes from the classes she had missed, unmistakably from Eunice. Vi reclined on the bed to skim the notes before heading to Cesario's.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Alright another update. Can you guys tell me what you think of the announcer bit I put with my stories, as I need to know if my readers want me to keep it. Tomorrow I can't say for sure if you'll get one, I need to be in New York City to visit my great grandma. Not that she will recognize me or speak in English. I'll try though. If not Happy New Year *Announcer Voice* Will Paul call Olivia? Will Kia and Yvonne get together? And why is Vi in the doghouse now? Next time on How the Chips Fell. And now it is time for publicly broadcasting…INFOMERCIALS.