==Hey guys, I'm so so so sorry for no updates since I got back from London. The first day for the new semester was the day after we got back to the U.S., and school literally sucker punched me. I'm being serious. I walked into my math class and the desks were covered in papers about our first project! On the first day! I felt like I had no time to breathe. What's made things worse is our school's musical. So just imagine me being sucker punched by school and falling to the ground. The musical came and kicked me in the stomach -_- We practice three times a week, and now I also have select soccer practice every Monday and Thursday. So basically I go from school, to rehearsals, to practice, to dinner, to shower, to homework, to bed. It's definitely not fun. So I'm sorry I didn't get the word out earlier but I've just had no time to write or get on the site. It'll be this way until the beginning of March, because that's when the musical will be over. I'll have time to breathe and get my crap together for more frequent updates. I think I can make myself more time to write once I finish another project this week. The next chapter should be pretty simple, but no promises.==
Yellow Claw - "Love & War" feat. Yade Lauren
Cut me through my skin. To the heart, yeah, you went right in. I fell for every word you said…You told me from the start, nothing could tear us apart. Now when I look, I see a stranger…I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, why some things have to end this way. We'll build it up to break it down. And then we're lost until we're found. And when we're high, further from the ground. If all is fair in love and war, I can't do this anymore. If all is fair in love and war, I can't do this anymore.
Haunted: Collapse into Caliginosity
Chapter 22:
Uprising
The restaurant was cold in the dining area because of the air conditioning. I sat at a curved booth, waiting for them to arrive. After spending a day to stay at home and relax yesterday, it was time I started thinking of vengeance for being manipulated and hurt by Tom. That was part of the reason why I was considered very dangerous to date. If I was treated wrongly or unfairly, I was sure to get my revenge. Since Tom dumped me for his stupid ex-girlfriend, I would make him regret his decision. For him, I wanted to do something I've never done before.
In the past, I've gone to great extremes to teach someone a lesson. Sure, I've sent a male prostitute to a house before or even changed all the names and numbers in a phone's contact list, but this time, I was feeling very devilish. I tried thinking about what Tom liked. Though we were only together for a few weeks, I was able to make a list of what he mostly did while he was around me. I had a good start as to what I wanted to do to him, but I would need help to both tweak the plan and get the job done. I was here at the restaurant so I could meet up with a few friends, and hopefully they would help me.
The waitress, Leah, came by and placed the pitcher of ice water on the table along with some small glasses. I wanted to make this meeting as casual but friendly as possible. Only one of them agreeing to help me would be a relief. My one hope was that my scheme would appeal to their sinister sides.
"Would you like anything else?" Leah asked. "Salad? Soup? Bread?"
"Um…maybe some salad and bread would be good," I replied.
"Yes, ma'am." Then she made her way to the kitchen to put in the order.
I crossed my legs and pulled out my phone to check random things in order to keep myself occupied. I was getting antsy.
"Macca Soxx!" a woman cheered from behind me.
I immediately recognized the voice and stood up to greet her. "Hey, Nicki. How've you been?" I asked her, seeing her brightly colored leggings and yellow wig.
"Ooh, girl, you're looking sexy," she complimented me. "And I'm doing well. What about you?"
"I'm wonderful, actually." I went along with her greeting of kissing both my cheeks before we sat down at the table. Just then, Leah set down a basket of warm bread rolls and a bowl of fresh garden salad; four little plates and bowls followed, along with salad forks.
"Honey, you didn't have to do all this," Nicki implied.
"I just wanted you to feel comfortable," I ensured her, pouring myself a glass of water.
She examined the amount of dishes resting on the wooden surface. "I'm not the only one coming, am I?"
"No, we're still waiting for two more, but that's okay. I think we should catch up a little bit." For the next few minutes, the two of us chatted about what has happened since we last saw each other at an awards show. Other people would look at us for a long moment before returning to their own meals or company, and it wasn't only because of me for once. Across from me sat the famous Nicki Minaj, the woman known for her rapping and outrageous style. In my early years of being a teenager, I watched her stardom rise into the world and start leaving an unfinished legacy. In person, she was very outgoing and friendly. The few times we've been together has left memories of humor and admiration for her personality. At the same time, she enjoyed my company and approved my early start into the life of music production.
In mid-sentence, she gazed up above my head to look at the front entrance. "Should we get a high chair for the baby?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"For little Future."
I was still confused, so I looked for myself to find Ciara, another fellow songwriter. She had a stroller with her for her son, Future, who was about two years old now.
She approached us with a smile on her glossy lips. "Well look who we have here," she said. "A DJ and a rapper. I guess that means this is a pretty serious meeting."
"I like to think of it as more of a celebrity get together," I played, looking into the stroller to see the little curly-haired baby boy waiting for Ciara to pick him up. I went ahead and took him out myself. He gave me an unsure look when I sat him in my lap. "How's the prince been?" I asked him, tickling his sides.
He giggled for a moment and then got distracted from a strand of my curly hair dangling in front of him. Ciara folded up the stroller as Leah brought out a wooden high chair for Future.
"Am I the last one to get here?" she questioned me.
"No, just one left—"
"I'm here!" someone else announced. I didn't even have time to look. Curly blonde hair ambushed my face and excited arms squeezed my chest as the booth's cushion dipped down from a new body. I held Future firmer so he wouldn't go flying across the table. I'm sure Ciara about had a heart attack.
"There you are, Kelly," I said as she loosened her grip. I looked at her face to find the one and only Kelly Clarkson.
"Sorry I'm late," she said, her round, pregnant belly protruding from her long sweater. "My nanny was running late. So, what's up?"
"We are going to put together a classic revenge plan for your friend Macca Soxx," I devilishly said.
"Uh-oh, another boy be messing with your heart," Nicki sassed, getting herself a small bowl of salad.
"Please tell me there won't be a gigolo involved this time," Ciara jokingly pleaded.
"I think that was the best one so far," Nicki cackled. "Who comes home and finds a male prostitute waiting for them?"
"I liked that one, too, but I need to top that one," I explained.
"Okay, then what's the reason why you called us in particular to help you?" Ciara asked.
"Well…I've been doing some homework and found some songs that you three have written, and I thought they could come into good use."
"Which songs?" Kelly asked.
"'Behind These Hazel Eyes' by you, 'I'm Out' by Ciara and Nicki, and 'I Bet' by Ciara only."
"Are we talking about a concert here?" Nicki wondered.
"Well not exactly. You see, we need to find a way for him to sit and listen to what I have to say, and he wasn't really good at that when we were together."
"Does he ever listen to the radio?" Kelly asked.
"Yeah, he loves Rick Bernstein on station 7.2. Or at least that's just what he always listened to in the car whenever I was in there with him."
"How about we get together at the station one evening and do a special showing for him?"
"We can sing the songs live and everything, with just some Macca Soxx pizzazz in there to spice things up," Ciara added.
The suggestions of a devious plan bounced around in my head. I brushed my palms together as the chips fell into place among the four of us. This plan was going to make history for my reputation, because it'll prove how no one is safe from humiliation when you break the wrong girl's heart.
Never break up with your girl for another girl, or you'll just come home with a male prostitute waiting for you XD Thank you for all the support I've been getting! Shoutout to thearomanticninja, ZaneLoverFan88, and Guest for reviewing!
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