Cara's pov

I make my way through the crowd, my head spinning and stomach uneasy. I try to process what it is I just saw, try to make up excuses but come up short. Her face when she saw me... It was as if she had been caught. Maybe she was. After all, she did look a little too comfortable with that man she was leaning on. I know I shouldn't jump to assumptions, hell-- I complain about her doing that to me. But I can't help myself. She lied to me. Plain as day. Why, I can't get my head around. Is she embarrassed of me? Does she not want... does she have someone else?

"Cara-- wait. Cara." I hear Michelle's pleas behind me, but I can't bring myself to stop. "Cara hold on!"

Her hand wraps around my wrist and I turn around to face her.

"What?" I snap. She's taken aback, but recovers quickly. Her features turn pitiful and I feel sick.

"Are you okay?" she asks. I huff a breath out.

"I just need to get out of here." removing my wrist from her hold, I turn around and continue to move towards the front door. I feel some eyes on me as I continue to pass, but I don't bother caring.

Finally reaching the door, I swing it open and go down the steps onto the sidewalk. The fresh air hits my skin and enters my lungs, giving me the sense of relief I so desperately needed.

"I'll call you a cab." I turn my head and to my surprise see Michelle, on her phone, dialing a number I assume. I don't acknowledge her kind gesture, though I should. God this night turned to shit.

Why wouldn't she tell me that she was coming tonight? Am I that... embarrassing? She could have just told me. Maybe she did go to the studio, did go take care of some things with her video, and this was just a quick stop by.

But that doesn't add up.

Her messages don't suggest that, and neither did her body language and comfort. Ugh.

"Are you going to tell me what that was all about?" I don't answer. "All respect babe, but you need to tell somebody before you pass out."

At that, I give her a glance. She holds her hands up in defense. "I said all respect."

She did. And she's right. I need to talk to someone soon, and perhaps I don't know Michelle all that well, but she's here. And she seems to genuinely care.

"I just-- me and her- Lana and I, I- I mean Lizzy and I-- " she comes closer, putting her arms around my shoulders.

"Wow wow wow, alright. Slow it down. Relax."

I do as she tells me, and let out a breath before speaking again.

"Her and I, we're dating. As in girlfriend and girlfriend." I pause. "And she told me she had to go take care of some-- work, stuff. But as it turns out, she's here. Partying it up and getting nice and warm with mr. handsome in there."

Saying it out loud makes it worse. Tears gather in my eyes and I hold my lids open so that they don't fall out. I'll only feel stupid.

"Oh, Cara." she coos, sympathy clear in her voice. She moves her hand on my arm up and down, as if to warm me up. "I'm sure it isn't what it looked like. I know Liz-- she wouldn't."

I know what she is suggesting, and I want to agree with her. But I don't know.

"Then why would she lie to me?" I think out loud.

"She probably has her reasons." she mutters lightly, and before I can question her response, she continues. "And as for mr. handsome in there, I wouldn't worry about it. They're friends-- not anything else."

"Well, anymore anyways." she adds. I turn my head up to look at her.

"Hey hey, not anymore. Good friends. I know the guy."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

"Well I don't know what else to tell you." she says honestly. I sigh and there is a short moment of silence, but I don't mind. In fact, it is exactly what I need. But if feels short lived once Michelle speaks again.

"Where are you going to go?" good question. I want to go back to Artenia, but I will only have to drive back to Los Angeles once it is time to leave for fashion week. Fashion Week, I recall.

"To the flat." I answer.

"Liz's and Chuck's?" she asks.

"Yes. I'm going to get my things and leave for fashion week."

"That's good. You-- cabs here." she says. The vehicle pulls up and Michelle walks me to the passenger door. "Text me when you get to the flat."

"Thank you, Michelle."

She smiles. Entering the car, I tell the driver where it is I want to go. He doesn't hesitate pulling up onto the road and I settle in relief. I want to get as far away from here as possible.

On the drive, I manage to to find a flight to England that gives me enough time to gather my things and drive to LAX. I call my agency to let them know I will be arriving sooner than I was expecting and am booked more dates for my stay at the hotel. Everything is in place, but I am still dreading the leave, and know the reason.

A part of me is bitter she didn't come after me once we saw each other, but another is grateful. I don't know what I would have said or done if she did, my head was all over the place. What was she thinking when she saw me? I huff. I know exactly what she was thinking; her facial expression said it all.

I shouldn't be thinking the worst of this, but I can't help it. It's justified, isn't it? If anyone saw their significant other at a party, cozying it up with someone else when their significant other told them they would be somewhere else, they would do the same if they didn't want to go to prison, right?

When driver pulls up in front of the flat I let him know I will be out shortly for another ride and head inside to gather the few things I took out of my luggage at a fast pace. I speed walk from the living area, to Lana's bedroom, to bathroom. The fast pace isn't to leave here as soon as possible as it is so much as to distract me. The more I begin to think of her and if this really is necessary, the more I know I will give in and stay. And I don't think that is the best decision right now.

I am just about done putting everything back in my suitcase when I hear the front door open. Please, let it be Chuck. Let it be Chuck let it be Chuck.

"Cara?" fuck. I pick my pace even more and walk into the bathroom mid-placing, getting my toothbrush before I forget. When I walk back into her bedroom, those green irises come in contact with mine. And just as I feared, they make me go weak.

"Cara, what are you doing?"

I don't answer. Instead, I continue to walk towards the suitcase and keep on packing.

"Cara." she repeats, more sternly.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I snap back, my hurt turning into anger and frustration.

"Can you please just... let me-- explain." she says. "I swear, it wasn't--"

I stop momentarily to look at her.

"--what it looked like? Lizzy-- don't. Just stop. You know exactly what you did."

"Cara--"

"--you lied to me. Am I really that embarrassing that you do not want to take me to a party that your peers will be attending?"

"No--"

"Or was it Mr. Handsome you were so cozy with that you didn't want me near?"

"Adam is just a friend, Cara"

"Oh really? I was under the impression he wasn't always." she freezes at that. I turn away from her and finish my packing.

"Please, just me explain this." she comes closer to me and pick up my suitcases. I can't let her touch me, I can't let her talk me out of this.

I begin walking out of the bedroom and am walking down the hallway when she speaks again. She doesn't reach out for me. Thank god.

"Cara, wait. You don't have to do that-- where are you going? Can you just, stop."

I turn around to face her, while I still have some nerve. While I still have the upper hand.

"I'm leaving to England." she comes to a halt. She is just about to speak when I open my mouth again. "And don't bother changing your schedule anymore. I don't want you at fashion week."

The look in her eyes when I say the last part hurts me the most, but I know it is necessary. I can't be so quick to forgive her. And her attending fashion week to see me walk the catwalk will do just that.

I turn to keep walking, but feel tug at my luggage. It's her, she's trying to take it from my hands.

"Cara, don't. Please, just-- just, listen--"

I turn in a quick spin, yanking my luggage from her grasp.

"Listen to what, Lizzy?!" she flinches at my raised voice. "Tell me then! Tell me, why were you there? Why did you lie to me?"

She stays quiet. Opening her mouth to answer, and then closing. I should just turn away and leave. I've given her enough time to answer, but I want to hear what she has to say.

I plead for her to answer with my eyes, and I think I can see that she wants to. But it's as if there is something stopping her.

"It's far more complicated than you think." she whispers, her eyes glossy. I feel my own begin to water, and I know it's time to leave before I cry and feel like a complete idiot.

"It's not. You're the one making it." I turn away from her and walk out of the flat. She doesn't follow me, or maybe she does. It isn't until after my luggage is in the trunk and I am in the back seat of the taxi informing the driver I plan on going to LAX that I see her watching me from the door frame, eyes watery and hand running through her hair before closing the door that I consider her last statement for a moment before leaving.

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