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VICTOR LOCKHART

CHAPTER 11: WEEPING WILLOW

♦️ JUST FRIENDS ♦️
VINCENT's POV

"Vincent, what time did you say your friends were arriving?" my mom called out from the dining room, where she was busy setting the table.

"They'll be here in about five minutes, they're on their way," I replied, distracted by my phone as I texted Katherine, who was coming with Tae, who was driving. I walked into the dining room and was taken aback by the spread before me - multiple bowls of delicious food, each one more tantalizing than the last.

"Jesus, Mom, isn't this a bit much?" I asked, shook as I looked at the different meals on the table.

Victor chuckled as he emerged from the kitchen, a bowl of salad in hand. "I did tell her, this was doing too much, but she wanted to make a good impression on your friends."

Mom popped back into the dining room, beaming with excitement. "I just want to show your friends that they're welcome here, sweetie. Julian's been the only one of Vincent's friends to visit, so it's nice to know you have friends who feel comfortable coming over." She bustled back into the kitchen, leaving me to exchange a knowing glance with Victor.

"Still. Mama, these must have been expensive."

"Not really, I've got many coupons and so I didn't exactly pay full price." She shrugged, coming back with plates and setting them on the table.

Just as I was about to respond, my phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced down to see Katherine's text announcing their arrival, followed by a selfie from Tae with the caption "Baby, we're outside."

I rolled my eyes good-naturedly at Tae's cheesy message and turned to my family. "They're here."

My mom's eyes widened in surprise. "Already? You said they'd be here in five minutes!"

"Well, they're not walking, they're driving." I said as headed for the door, and my mom quickly shed her kitchen gloves, smoothing her hair.

"How do I look?" she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Mama, they're just teenagers, it don't matter." I sighed, however I did understand her excitement, so I turned with a small smile. "You look beautiful, Mama."

Her face lit up with a warm smile. "Thank you, baby."

I caught Victor's eye, his arms folded across his chest. "Victor, you're wearing a tank top, go put on a shirt and be responsible."

"Fuck you, bitch."

"Mama!" I called and she immediately smacked his back.

"Ow!" He whined.

"Don't call your brother a bitch, watch your mouth." She warned him and I stuck my tongue out at him.

I swung open the door to reveal Tae and Katherine, both sporting sleek sunglasses. Katherine exuded edgy chic in her black leather skirt, turtleneck, and long matching jacket, while Tae looked like a stylish millionaire in his crisp white suit, complete with a few strategically unbuttoned buttons.

"Seriously, guys? Tae, aren't you overdoing it a bit?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.

Tae glanced down at his outfit, feigning innocence. "What? I wanted to fully impress your mother since she caught me on a bad day. This is a high quality designed suit from Eonix, Vince."

Katherine chimed in, pushing her sunglasses up onto her forehead. "Oh, no way! My shades are Eonix too!"

"Ah!" Tae gasped. "We're basically twins in high-end fashion." Tae said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I had no idea what Eonix was, but I knew it sounded fancy - and fancy usually meant expensive. Like, "I-can't-afford-it-even-if-I-sold-my-soul" expensive.

Just then, my eyes landed on the bags in their hands - sleek, designer brand shopping bags that seemed to scream "expensive". My curiosity piqued, I asked, "What's with the bags?"

"Gifts." Tae answered, looking confused at my question .

"Why are you bringing designer items to my—"

"You didn't think we'd come to your house without something now, did you?" Katherine said.

"Vincent! Let them in." Mother screamed from inside.

"In a sec!" I responded. "Behave yourself, guys."

"Of course." Tae winked.

"Thank you, Mrs. Lockhart," Katherine said with a smile as she entered, Tae following closely behind as I closed the door. She walked over to my mom, who enveloped her in a warm hug.

"Hi! I'm Katherine, a friend of Vincent's."

My mom's eyes sparkled with delight. "Nice to meet you, young lady. And you smell absolutely wonderful!"

Katherine laughed, her eyes shining with kindness. "Thank you, Mrs. Lockhart. You look stunning, by the way. You could easily pass for Vincent's older sister!"

My mom's cheeks flushed with pleasure, and she giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh, stop it, Katherine!"

"Let me take your jacket." Victor said and Katherine walked over to him.

Tae, meanwhile, approached my mom with a charming smile. "Hello, Mrs. Lockhart. Lovely seeing you again."

"We've met." Mom said with a smile. "Tae, right?"

Tae grinned, unfazed, and swept her into a hug. "She remembers me!" he exclaimed.

My mom laughed, extracting herself from the hug. "Oh, I love that scent. You smell so good."

"Thank you. It's Clive Christian." Tae preened, pleased.

I face-palmed, mortified. Only Tae would name-drop a luxury perfume brand in a casual conversation. I could only hope the rest of the evening wouldn't be a total disaster. 

"I hope it's okay, I brought a wine." Katherine said and handed the bag to my mother. "Not for us teenagers of course, I mean we are teenagers and so we don't drink but it's for you."

Mom blinked. "Wow." She said as she took the wine of the branded bag. "Jesus, this looks expensive."

"Oh, I promise you, it's not." Katherine said, assuring her.

"T-Thank you." Mom smiled at her and handed the bottle to Victor. "Could you help me keep this?"

"Copy that." Victor said as he took it, he looked at it and the expression on his face said he knew this indeed was not a cheap wine. He huffed and retreated to the kitchen.

I strode over to Katherine, my eyes wide with incredulity. "Not expensive?" I whispered, my voice laced with disbelief. "That wine looks like the exact opposite!"

Katherine shrugged nonchalantly, rolling her eyes. "It's just a Château Margaux, Vince. It's only five hundred dollars."

My face immediately went pale as I processed the staggering price tag. Five hundred dollars for a bottle of wine? My mom's usual wines barely cracked fifty dollars! I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "Jesus, Katherine," I breathed, my mind reeling with the extravagance of it all.

"Mrs. Lockhart, while our dear friend went with the wine, I took a bit of a detour," Tae said, his small smile hinting at a surprise. He handed the sleek black paper bag with the designer logo to my mom, who took it with a curious expression.

As she opened the bag and pulled out a luxurious case, her eyes widened in stunned amazement. Inside the case lay a breathtaking pearl necklace, its luster and beauty leaving her speechless.

"Oh, wow..." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

I blinked, my eyes darting to Tae with a "what-have-you-done" look. This was too much, too extravagant for my mom. I could sense her discomfort, her feelings of inadequacy in the face of such opulence. Tae, however, seemed oblivious, his smile still plastered on his face as he awaited her reaction.

"This is too much, I can't accept it," my mom protested.

Tae's smile remained unchanged, his voice firm but gentle. "You'll have to, ma'am. It's a gift from me, and besides, it has a no-return policy. It's a one-of-a-kind Scarlett Valtor original piece."

My mom's hands trembled as she held the case, her gaze fixed on the pearls. I decided to intervene, "Tae, this is too much a gift for my moth—"

"It's beautiful..."she cut me off, her voice barely above a whisper. "My very first designer piece...and pearls, at that." A soft chuckle escaped her lips, and I saw a glimmer of a long-forgotten dream in her eyes. "I've always wanted pearls," she muttered, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and nostalgia.

I watched, helpless, as she admired the necklace, her expression a battle between gratitude and discomfort. Tae's generosity had unknowingly uncovered a deep-seated desire, and I wasn't sure if I should be grateful or concerned.

"Thank you." She said to him, her eyes welling up with tears. Tae gave her a hug while I stood and watched the scene before me, everything dawning on me as I watched my mother.

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We sat around the dinner table, the tension palpable. My mom really had gone all out, and even Katherine had mentioned it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what Vincent's friends would like so I just made so much." Mom said.

"Oh, don't apologize. I'll eat them all." Katherine giggled.

As we passed the mashed potatoes, my mom asked Tae, "So, Tae, what do you like to do for fun?"

Tae shrugged. "Uh, a lot. I don't have a special hobby, I like to do everything because a person only gets to live once and I don't want to die with regrets." 

"Interesting answer." Mom said, sounding intrigued with his answer.  "And you, Katherine?"

"I draw sometimes, it's just something I do to pass time as well." Katherine responded with a shrug, her spoon filled with some rice.

"That is brilliant to have a side hobby." Mom said with a pleasuring nod.  "How did...you both get to know Vincent? Y'all are so different from each other."

"Isn't that what makes them the perfect trio?" Vincent asked before drinking the water from his glass.

"Well, true." She agreed. 

"Vincent is an amazing friend and he's one of a kind." Katherine said. "Anyone would be happy to have him in their lives." She said and winked at me. I returned a smile and shook my head.

"She's just saying stuff."

"Is she wrong though?" Tae chimes in, cocking his brow at me.

Mom laughed.

Tae and Katherine were determined to show my mom that they were good friends, and they went into overdrive, sharing stories and laughter like they'd known each other for years.

As we sat around the dinner table, Tae regaled us with tales of his wild adventures while Katherine also talked about school. It was very well balanced, I'd say.

I watched them, feeling a mix of emotions. Part of me was happy to see my mom so carefree, but another part of me couldn't stop thinking of the image I had seen of my mom earlier.

Katherine spoke, "Mrs. Lockhart, this is seriously a delicious meal."

Tae nodded. "I agree. You are one fantastic cook, it tastes so homey!"

My mom beamed with pride, her face flushing with pleasure. "Oh, stop. I'm sure your mother makes such homey meals."

Tae shook his head as he ate. "Oh no, she doesn't. She doesn't cook."

I watched, feeling a sense of unease. Tae's comment about his mother not cooking had been casual, but it had hinted at a deeper issue. I wonder what his home life really is like.

The table went a bit awkward after his comment but mom quickly saved it.

She smiled at them. "Well, thank you, dears. I'm just happy to see you all enjoying yourselves."

Yet, I had my eyes on Tae, wondering how much of a bitch his mother was. That isn't me just calling her a bitch unprovoked, that was how he had described her when we first met.

Was he okay? The family emergency he mentioned. Was it about her?

As the conversation continued, I found myself tuning out, lost in my own thoughts. My mom was having the time of her life, laughing and joking with my friends like they were old pals and I found it beautiful to see. Even Victor couldn't stop smiling at how free she felt and he himself joined in the conversation with my friends.

I felt at ease. It was nice to see.

After Dinner, we packed the plates to the kitchen and although as we tried to tell Tae and Katherine to leave it, they insisted on helping and so we did the dishes together, or well, I did while they handled third and fourth base. Tae said he had never done the dishes before so he wasn't going to start tonight and plus he had just got his manicure done earlier for tonight. So we had a little order: I stood at the sink, washing and rinsing while Katherine dried the plates with a kitchen rag nicely.  Tae did the last part, putting the plates away.........while wearing an apron.

"You know how when you play games, you get side missions to win extra coins or like chests or diamonds or something?" Tae asked as he put a plate away.

"Yeah?" Katherine and i chorused, wondering where this was going.

"I feel like I'm on a side quest in a mission right now." Tae a lightly pouted. "Doing the dishes, being friends with Vincent, it's almost like I'm supposed to get a level up or some coins or something."

"Well, ouch." I blinked.

"It doesn't mean you're not lovely, my friend." Tae said. "I'm just saying, it's out of the ordinary for me. It's like Kratos having a side quest of helping children cross the road."

Katherine shook her head with a soft chuckle. "You are so full of yourself."

"One of us has to be." Tae shrugged while I chuckled. 

"Thank you guys for coming tonight."

"Of course. It's not like it's our first time coming here but we understood how important this was so yeah." Katherine smiled at me while drying a plate.

"You're our friend, V." Tae said as he walked to me and put an arm over my shoulder and one around Katherine. "We'll always be here for you no matter what. Even if it's a trafficking or cult episode."

Katherine and I exchanged glances and then burst out laughing at Tae's ridiculousness.

"I love you guys." I told them, feeling a great sense of joy.

Our conversation was relaxed and playful, with Katherine and Tae bantering back and forth and Tae and I also bickering back and forth, he had to scream "time out" because he felt he was being ganged on.  It was a moment of simple, uncomplicated happiness, one that I wouldn't soon forget.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Lockhart for having us over." Katherine said as they were just about to leave.   Tae nodded. "Dinner was delightful, best food I've eaten." He said. Mom chuckled. "Thank you both for coming, I hope to see you guys again."

They both nodded. Katherine gave my mom a hug and retreated outside and as Tae gave her a hug,

"My dear, I have something for you," Mrs. Lockhart said, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

Tae and I exchanged confused glances. "What is it, Mom?" I asked.

My mom disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bag that seemed to be weighted down with something. "I packed some food for you, Tae. You liked what I cooked so much, I thought you might want some more."

Tae's eyes widened in surprise. "Mrs. Lockhart, I-I couldn't..."

"Oh, come on!" Mom chuckled. "You gave me a necklace probably more expensive than my house. The least I could do is give you some homemade food. And if you ever need to eat a meal that feels like home, you can always come here."

Tae looked at her, his expression vulnerable for a moment before he smiled, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. I wanted to hold his hand and reassure him that it was okay. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Lockhart."

"It's just a little something," Mom said, her hand on his arm. "I want you to know that you're welcome here, anytime."

As Tae took the bag from her, I couldn't help but feel that there was more to this moment that meets the eye. Something unspoken, something that lingered in the air like the scent of my mom's cooking.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I'll make sure to eat it alone." He said and mom chuckled slightly.

"I'll see them to their car." I said and I walked Tae out. Katherine was waiting, leaning against the car with her phone in her hand, typing away. She looked up once she saw us come out.

"Finally, you're both out." Katherine said. "I've gotta be home quick, love."

I nodded. "Thank you so much you guys for coming."

"Stop thanking us." Katherine groaned.

"We'll do it again and again." Tae said as he walked over to the driver's seat. "Take care of yourself for us, okay?"

I nodded. "I will."

"Bye, sweetheart." Katherine said, walking quickly to me and giving me a hug before returning to the car and sitting in the passenger's seat.

I waved goodbye until their car disappeared from sight, then stepped back into the house. Victor was waiting in the foyer, a hint of amusement on his face.  "Your friends are quite the characters," he said with a chuckle.

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious.

"I mean, they're like something out of a movie – rich, privileged, but somehow not entirely obnoxious. They seem to really enjoy themselves, and they also seem to like your weird ass."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, you like them?"

Victor shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Isn't it obvious?" he said, and I couldn't help but smile as I headed up the stairs to my room.

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It was 10pm, I had woken up and walked down the stairs in my soft pyjamas to get water when I heard the quiet hun of the TV dragging my attention to the living room. My mom was snuggled up on the couch, engrossed in a reality TV show, the glow of the screen casting a warm light on her face.

I slipped into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, gulping it all down. As I dropped the glass, I walked to where my mother was and wrapped my arms around her shoulders from behind the couch, making her look up to be sure who it was. Her face lit up with a warm smile once she saw me, and she leaned up to kiss my arm.

"Hey, baby." she whispered.

I gently vaulted over the couch, settling in beside her, and rested my head on her lap, feeling the softness of her pyjamas.   "Why you still up?"

"Oh, I gotta watch this episode, love." She said, her hand brushing my hair.

"Did you like my friends?" I asked, curious about her impression. "I know they can be too much but they mean well."

"I didn't get a bad vibe from them, love." I looked up to see her smiling.  "They seemed lovely and just like children, they were just a bit....enthusiastic, like kids with a trust fund." She chuckled softly.  "I got my very first Pearl necklace today- an original, Vincent. I do feel guilty taking it but at the same time, I'm still in shock. Pearls have held some significant meaning to me ever since I was little. My father made me a necklace with just two pearls and I've always wanted a proper Pearl necklace, not just some copy, so yeah, it feels like a dream." She sighed. 

I listened to her and a part of me was pleased to hear how she felt, but another part of me realized there was so much my mother wanted that she had kept a secret from us, putting our wants first and hers last and in a box of unwanted wants. I felt guilty. I also felt envy because I wished I had given her the Pearls instead, but at the same time I was glad Tae did.

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KATHERINE's POV

"Alright, my love! Here's your stop," Tae announced, grinning mischievously as he pulled up to my house. I rolled my eyes good-naturedly.

"Well, thanks for the ride, love. I'll see you tomorrow."

Tae chimed in, "Say hi to your parents for me!"

I snorted, chuckling. "Please, they don't even know you exist."

Tae clutched his chest dramatically, feigning heartbreak. "Ouch, harsh words!"

I teased, opening the car door.  "But don't worry, maybe I'll invite you over for dinner... someday."

Tae's face lit up. "Really?"

I quickly crushed his hopes. "Nope." I said, shutting the door. "Bye!"

Tae laughed "I hate you, but bye bye!" He said and drove off, leaving me to walk to the gate with a smile on my face.

Just as I stepped onto the sidewalk, a familiar voice called out, "Katherine!"

I turned to see Julian leaning casually against his car, parked directly across from my house. His hands were tucked into his pockets, giving him a relaxed, effortless air. He pulled one hand out to wave at me, his movements a bit awkward but endearing nonetheless. A warm smile spread across his face while I grimaced. 

"Julian, this is getting creepy." I said, my arms crossed and a mock-scolding tone in my voice as I walked towards him.

Julian chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and pushed off from the car, his movements fluid and relaxed. "Is it?"

"It's starting to look like stalking and harassment."

"I was thinking that too."

"Why are you here?"

"I just wanted to come say hi."

"Why?"

"I mean, we're friends," Julian said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

I snorted. "Oh, don't use that term loosely, babe. I'm not your friend, I'm just the person who tolerates you."

Julian chuckled and nodded, taking the teasing in stride. "Right, sorry, sorry. So, uh, I wanted to ask about..."

I cut him off, a sly grin spreading across my face. "Vincent? Yeah, I know. He's fine, and honestly, he's not even thinking about you right now."

Julian's eyes widened, and he blinked like I'd splashed him with cold water. "Yikes."

I shrugged, unapologetic. "Just keeping it real."

Julian's gaze swept over me, taking in my outfit, and a soft smile spread across his face. "You look stunning tonight." He said, his voice low and sincere.

I felt a little flutter in my chest as I handed him my purse. "Thanks, Decker. Let's take a walk."

Julian's eyes crinkled at the corners as he chuckled and accepted my purse, his fingers brushing against mine. We fell into step beside each other, the warm evening air enveloping us as we strolled together.

"So...." Julian cut through the silence, trailing off.

"So,"

My eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued by the sudden turn in conversation.

"You and Ken are a thing, huh?"

My gaze snapped to his, dare I say I was surprised by that question. "Ken and I? A thing? No." I shook my head. "Wait, did Rob say we were a thing?"

Julian's smile was sly. "Well, Ken didn't exactly confirm it, but he didn't deny it either. He came asking questions and well, I put two and two together."

I snorted, 'That bastard." But then I set the record straight, "Let's get one thing clear, Ken and I aren't a thing. We just...enjoy each other's company."

Julian's eyebrow arched, "Does Ken know that's all it is?" His tone was laced with amusement, implying that Ken might be more invested than I was letting on which I knew.

"He does."

Julian's eyes sparkled with curiosity, "So, Ken knew it was just casual, but he developed feelings anyway?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that's why I was planning to end it. But then the whole Vincent situation and his friendship with Xavier...that sealed the deal for me."

Julian's brows shot up. "Ah, I see. So, when you said only one person had been invited to your house..."

I finished the thought, "Yes, that was Ken. He's the only person from school I've brought here, and I made it clear that if anyone found out, I'd ruin him." I chuckled dryly, "Good to know he thought I was bluffing."

"He didn't tell me, I just...knew." Julian tried to defend him.

I shook my head, "Regardless, you found out before his lips moved."

Julian gave a small nod.

"So yeah. We're not a thing, Julian. Ken's not my type for dating. But for sex?' I shrugged nonchalantly, "Sure, he's fine."

"Right." He pouted. "You know it kinda amazes me how knowing you, you're sort of different from your school persona."

"What does that mean?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"You're not a demon!"

"I don't like that compliment..." I deadpanned.

Julian's eyes widened, panic flickering across his face, "Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that!"

I chuckled, mischievously. "I like being a demon."

Julian chortled, shaking his head as we walked. "Do you know what college you'll be applying for?"

I pouted. "I have my eye on a few, but I'll probably decide last minute. That would give me an orgasm."

Julian snickered slightly. "You're something else, you know."

"It's the trill of uncertainty." I shrugged, smiling.

"Right. Right."

"Anyways," I stopped in my tracks and and turned to him. The streetlight was casting a warm glow over us. He was still smiling, and I had to admit, it was a beautiful sight. Everyone knew Julian was a stunning boy, but I'd never really tried to get to know him beyond surface level. And with Vincent still on my mind, my guard was up. "So, what brought you to my house again to look for me?"

"Oh," he blinked. "Uh....I actually don't remember." He chuckled sheepishly. "But that's not important."

I shrugged, playing along. "I should get back anyways. Incase you don't know, I'm quite important and if I do get kidnapped, my ransom is worth three hospital buildings, if by chance my kidnapper is smart."

Julian's face lit up. "Oh, I know a perfect song for your abduction."

"Do tell."

"Too sweet by Hozier."

"Don't think I know that one." I shook my head.

"You should give it a listen, it's really good."

"Hm. I don't know if I can trust your music taste, Julian. You might corrupt me with your questionable choices."

"Okay, let me make you a deal. If you like this one then you have to listen to three other songs I'd recommend and be my science partner in class."

I shook my head, shutting him down immediately. "No, not happening."

"Why? Scared?" He tease d

I snorted. "No. I just don't want to be your science partner."

"Okay then, add your side of your deal." He pressed.

I smirked. "Fine. If I don't like your song, you have to wear a shirt for a week that says 'I'm sorry, Vincent.'"

Julian's eyes widen. "Um...I don't think Vincent would like the attention."

"Oh wait, you're right." I countered. "I've got a better one. How about a shirt that says I'm such a good boy for Katherine."

Julian blinked. "You're serious?"

I nodded, enjoying the banter.

Julian shook his head. "No."

"Why? Scared?" I echoed his earlier tease.

Julian chuckled, "Alright, deal!" But then he turned serious, "Wait! How do I trust you?"

I smiled confidently, "Because I don't lie." I said and began walking back to my house, Julian falling into step beside me.

The silence between us was comfortable, a sense of understanding settling in. Then Julian asked, his voice tinged with concern, "Do you think Vincent will ever forgive me?"

I didn't answer right away, I let the question hang in the air. Finally, I responded, "It's Vincent – he's got a good heart. If he thinks you're genuinely sorry, he'll come around." I looked at him. "Are you genuinely sorry, Julian?"

Julian nodded. "Extremely."

"Then he'll come around. However for now, to avoid misunderstandings, don't come to my house again. I don't know how to explain to people why the great Julian Decker of Arrison High keeps coming to my house."

Julian smiled and nodded. "Right. I won't come over without your permission."

"Good."

"So, how can I ask for your permission? Do I get your number or....instagram or...?"

"You don't get any of them, Julian. We'll talk when I want us to."

"Okay, boss."

I smiled. "Goodnight, Julian." I said and just as I was about to cross the road and head towards my gate, I paused. "Wait,"

"What?"

I turned to Julian and said, "Our principal mentioned that without evidence proving Vincent didn't push your girlfriend, she can't take any action to help him."

"Ex-girlfriend." Julian quickly corrected me.

I nodded, suppressing a smile. "The problem is, it's a he-said-she-said situation and it's her word against Vincent's."

Julian thought for a moment before speaking up, "Since I overheard her discussing it with Xavier, I could tell the principal."

I countered, "Then it would become her word against Vincent's and yours."

Julian sighed. "There's no winning, huh?"

"With no evidence? It's hard. Tae doesn't want you helping but we don't have all that choices."

"He doesn't like me, huh?"

"Rightfully so." I answered. "You were a dick, every offense to that."

"All taken." He replied.

"It's expected for him to hate you." I shrugged and retreated to my house.

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THE NEXT WEEK
VINCENT's POV

My fingers danced across the piano keys, coaxing out a harmonious melody that filled the room with warmth. Mrs. Urmi's eyes sparkled with delight as she leaned against her desk listening and watching, a soft smile on her face. I gently played,  my hands moving with a life of their own. The piano was my sanctuary, my confidant, and my passion - the only instrument I could play, but one that spoke to me in a language all its own. As the final notes faded away, Mrs. Urmi gave a nod of approval, her smile had all the encouragement I needed.

"That was great, Vincent." She said.

"Thanks. It's called when the leaves start to fall." I said, intertwining my hands together.  "So, tell me. Did it sound like what you intended for it to sound like?"

"Melodic mesmerization isn't something you just whip off all of a sudden, Vincent. It takes practice and just because a person can play perfectly does not mean they can hypnotize a crowd. There's a difference."

"So, I can't do it."

"I'm saying you play beautifully, but you need to haunt your audience. You're going to do two performances at once, the first one goes to hypnotize your audience and the second is the lovestruck echo, both combined into one piece."

I blinked. "How do I do that?"

"The first part would be just playing the piano, it works better when all they can hear is the music that then compels them into whatever memory they want to be drawn to. The instrument does the speaking more."

"So with Melodic mesmerization, I have to....do more than just a facade."

"Correct." She nodded. "You need to be haunted to haunt others. You need to channel the part of you that breaks and feed it to them so they can get tangled with your pain that they envision a part of themselves that they've either forgotten or still haunts them on a low. A haunting loving memory."

I gave a small nod, understanding what she meant. "Okay."

Mrs. Urmi's face lit up with a gentle smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she said, "That will be all for today, Vincent. Let's try again tomorrow, okay?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. 'Thank you," I said, my voice sincere.

As I stood up, Mrs. Urmi's hands came to rest on my shoulders, her touch warm and comforting. She squeezed gently, offering a reassuring pressure that seemed to say, "You're doing well, Vincent. I'm proud of you."

"I am very thankful for you."

"Are you okay, though? Are the kids being rough on you?"

I shook my head. "I'm okay."

"Okay." She nodded in response. "I think I like your new friends." She said, returning to her table. "Katherine's always been a scary one but she does really seem to like you and I mean, who wouldn't?"

I shrugged. "You know sometimes I'm still confused with how they're my friends now."

She chuckled. "Don't overthink it. It's a good thing."

"'Bye, Mrs. Urmi,' I said, smiling as I turned to leave.

"Bye, Vincent," she replied, her voice warm and gentle. "And have a great weekend. Relax and enjoy yourself – you've earned it after that beautiful piano piece." Her kind words followed me out of the room, leaving me with a sense of comfort and appreciation for this wonderful teacher who always knew just what to say to make me feel special.

"It's Wednesday!"  I said out loud as I left, chuckling to myself.

Everything had been a little normal for a week, the bullying had suddenly disappeared and no one was bothering me but not everyone was speaking to me anyways. I knew some people still thought of me as a monster who tried to drown Julian's girlfriend, sorry....ex-girlfriend. Word had started to spread already about their separation and Lu kept her head high but you could tell she was also going through it while Julian went about his business.

He had started trying to make small talks with me. He would wave at me in the hallways and I could tell he was trying, but I couldn't just bring myself to fully forgive him.  And even if I did, I knew deep down we wouldn't be Tom and Jerry anymore.

"Hey, baby!" Tae emerged beside me, placing an arm around my shoulder.

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what? Being your friend?" He asked as he pouted.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."

"How did the practice go?"

"The rehearsal was fine. I still have like a month left before the talent show, so I just need to find a song that works for me."

"I think you'll do just fine, you're super talented and I am rooting for you. Also, it's just in time for spring break and then we can figure out what to do for fun." Tae grinned.

As we turned the corner, we saw Katherine approaching us with a scowl on her face. She was dressed in all black - a short skirt, leggings, and a turtleneck - and her hair bounced with each step.

"What climbed up your vagina and died?" Tae asked, but before he could get an answer, Katherine flipped him off.

"Someone put a freaking rose in my locker," she said, annoyed.

I couldn't help but grin. "Ooooouu. An admirer, maybe? Where's the flower?"

"I trashed it."

"What? Why?" I was confused. "It's a rose."

"Because Vincent, what am I supposed to do with a fucking rose?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "It was a nice and thoughtful gesture. If someone gave me a rose for example, I'd appreciate it."

"I don't like roses and besides, what could anyone from this school possibly offer me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow

"What do you mean? Our school has a lot of rich kids." Tae countered .

"And yet, how many of them are not stupid? Exactly."

"She does have a point." Tae nodded in agreement.

"Why would someone put a rose and a stupid card in my locker?"

"Because dummy, it's almost Valentine's Day." Tae answered. "It's the month of love, did you forget?"

"Oh, that's true." I blinked.

"January, school resumes. February, month of love. March, talent show and spring break? Come on, guys." Tae said, gesturing with his hands.

"People are on a hunt for their Valentine's." I said with a small nod.

"Exactly." Tae replied, "Anyway, I hope you guys are up for this weekend."

Katherine looked confused. "What's happening this weekend?"

I echoed her question, "Yeah, what's going on?"

Tae gave us a incredulous look. "What do you mean what's happening? I told you both I was taking you to my cousin's penthouse for the weekend. You know, the one with the pool and hot tub?"

Katherine and I chimed in unison, "Ooohhh."

But then Katherine shook her head. "Sorry, I can't make it."

Tae looked disappointed. "What? Why not?"

Katherine shrugged. "I have a study session with my new science partner and we need to submit it together, so I won't be able to come because this girl needs her A's."

Tae pouted. "That's unfair."

Katherine reminded him, "I did say I wasn't sure if my schedule would be clear for the weekend, and it turns out it's not."

Tae turned to me, and I hesitated. "Oh, uh...sorry, I can't...I have um..."

Tae immediately cut me off. "You don't have anything, V. You're a terrible liar and you don't have a busy schedule, so you got no excuse, which means you're coming with me." Tae winked at me. "Alright, I'll see you two later. Adiós, mis amores." He said and walked away.

I looked at Katherine with pleading eyes. "Save me."

Katherine smirked. "I think you need this actually, so go out there and have fun with Tae. He's a sweet boy who wants the best for you." She said as we both walked down the hallway together. "And besides, I think that boy needs some company. He's got something going on too and you both could help each other this weekend and I don't mean by jerking each other off."

"Oh my God, Katherine." I blushed. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm just saying." Katherine said and held my hand in hers as we walked. "Everything, Vincent, is gonna be alright."

I smiled. "I don't know what it is I did to deserve you both, but I'm glad."

Katherine squeezed my hand tighter. "I love you so don't beat yourself down, no matter what, okay?"

"Yes, mom." I replied.

"Let's go to the weeping willow later, all three of us. I wanna have something diner-like. I've been eating a lot of fancy cuisines for the past few days because of some guests we've been having and places we've been going, I could use a milkshake and a burger right now."

"Let's go to weeping willow later today then."

Katherine smiled. "I like that name, weeping willow."

♾️♦️♾️

I sat on my bed, clutching my phone as I nervously chewed my nails. My eyes were fixed on the Instagram profile on my screen - the hate page dedicated to me, it now had more than a thousand followers, a lot of them didn't even go to our school. The photos were flooded with vicious comments, people spewing hatred and wishing me harm, even death. The sheer malice made my stomach twist with anxiety.

My message request had new accounts sending me hate messages and asking me to kill myself or to get raped, it was nothing new. I should be used to it, maybe I am, it just turns my stomach is all.  My instagram page was now on private to avoid these people getting the freedom to hurt me mentally, but for some reason, I kept going back to a page dedicated to hating me.

My phone suddenly rang in my hand, and I returned to reality, staring at the caller ID before answering.  "Hey, Kat."

"Hey, babe. So, I'm done with my study session and on my way to the weeping Willow right now."

"Okay. Did you call Tae yet?"

"Yeah! He's gonna leave in a bit."

"Okay, I'll see you soon then."

"Alright, babe. Love you."

"Love you." I replied and hung up.

I got up from the bed and wore my shoes before taking off my shirt and putting on a sonic hoodie of mine. I walked out of my room and called out to Victor.

"I'm going to the weeping Willow!" I shouted as I rushed down the stairs and out the door.

➰♦️➰

I didn't have a car or a bike, which meant I had to walk to The Weeping Willow. It didn't bother me, all I wanted to do was get there. I had a smile on my face while I walked, I couldn't wait to hang with them even though we had literally seen ourselves at school earlier today.  I took a left turn to Elm street and immediately spotted Xavier, Ken and Joshua- the same boy from the bathroom incident, walking towards me.

Once our eyes met, Xander smirked, making me feel like the fate had played one on me and delivered me to him. I panicked and decided to pretend I didn't see them so I turned to leave, but Xavier's call halted me in my tracks. For some reason, I froze, unable to move.

I turned to face them, manufacturing a smile and attempting to exude confidence as they closed in. "Hello, boys," I said, trying to sound nonchalant despite my growing unease. As they stood in front of me, I sighed and made a move to leave. "I really should get going," I said, but Xavier stepped into my path, his sudden movement making me nervous. My heart racing, I struggled to maintain my composure, refusing to let him see me rattled.

"What is it now, Xavi?" I looked up at him. "I really have an errand to run."

"You look well, it's good to see." Xavier said with a smile.

"Thanks. Is that all?"

"I keep seeing your posts on instagram. Well, not yours exactly, the one someone opened. It's funny actually." Xavier chuckled slightly.

"Hmm, I bet it is. I uh...I gotta go." I said and tried to leave but he wouldn't move. I looked up at him and even with the smile spread across his face, I could tell his eyes held something else.

"You know we were suspended, right?" He asked, looking at his friends.

"I heard."

"Because of you." Joshua said, his brows furrowing.

"I mean, you're the one who tried to humiliate me, so how's that my fault?"

Xavier laughed maniacally. "Feisty." He said as he slowly moved towards me while I moved backwards until my back touched the wall.

I felt cornered.

Scared.

But I couldn't show it. 

"I need to go." I told him.

"Just leave it, Xavier." Ken said and I looked at him, he didn't look like he wanted to be part of whatever Xavier was doing.

"I just want a photo with Arrison High star." He shrugged. "You'll grant me one, right?"

"I'm not in the mood, Xavier, I've gotta be somewhere."

"Come on," Xavier said, standing beside me and draping an arm over my shoulder. He pulled out his phone and raised his hand, summoning Joshua to join us. With a chuckle, Joshua stepped into place beside me.

"Smile for the camera, Vincent," Xavier instructed, but I didn't oblige. Instead, I met his gaze, and he shot me a cold, piercing stare.

"Listen up, because I'm only going to say this once, faggot." he snarled, his demeanor darkening. "You've already screwed me over by making me miss a week of school, and now my dad is breathing down my neck. So, here's the deal: you're going to fucking smile, and you're going to make it look like we're best friends, okay?. Because if you don't, I will have Ken and Joshua will make sure you regret it. I'm sure you wouldn't want to wake up with a few broken bones plus you're poor, so you just might end up in a wheelchair and it's goodbye college." He smiled maniacally.

I swallowed hard, my hands nervously clutching the hem of my shirt as I struggled to maintain a brave facade. But the smile spreading across his face told me he had already seen the fear starkly written in my eyes. I nodded, trying to sound calmer than I felt. "Yeah, we definitely don't want that."

"Great!" Xavier exclaimed, grinning as he raised his phone. "Come on, Ken, get in here," he said, but Ken just shook his head and folded his arms, his eyes filled with sympathy as he looked at me. "I'm good," he said, refusing to participate or intervene.

Xavier's grin only grew wider. "Smile now, faggot," he ordered, and I had no choice. So I reluctantly complied, forcing a weak smile for the camera. Xavier clicked the button, capturing the photo. He took a few more shots, seemingly satisfied with my forced smile. Once he was done, he slipped his phone into his back pocket, a triumphant glint in his eye.

"Thanks man, you're a real one." Joshua said.

"Yeah, he is, isn't he?" Xavier said. "Or do you want me to call you she? Whichever you prefer, I'm uh...I'm an ally." He said and Joshua began to laugh.

"Just leave it, Xavier." Ken said.

"I'm talking to you." Xavier said but I remained quiet. "Oh, deaf now?"

"Aren't you done, Xavier?" I finally spoke. "Seriously, this isn't a good look for you. Right now, you just seem... pathetic." I swallowed hard, trying to wet my dry throat.

Xavier's gaze locked onto mine, a small smirk playing on his lips. Before I could even blink, his hand shot out and gripped my throat, slamming me against the wall. I let out a pained moan as my head hit the wall with a thud. It hurt.

Xavier's hand tightened around my throat, his voice low and menacing. "What was that you said again? Pathetic?" he repeated, his eyes glinting with anger.

"Jesus, Xavier, that's enough!" Ken yelled, intervening. "Let him go, you've got your picture, alright?" I desperately tried to pry Xavier's hands off my throat, struggling to breathe as he laughed maniacally.

"Who's the pathetic one now?" Xavier taunted, his grip tightening.

Just as I thought I'd pass out, Ken grabbed Xavier's arm, pulling him off me. "Let's go," Ken said firmly. "We have somewhere to be." Xavier turned to Ken, his gaze finally leaving mine, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

"You're right," Xavier sighed, releasing his grip on my throat. I fell to the ground, scraping my palm on the rough surface, but the stinging pain was nothing compared to the burning in my throat. I coughed repeatedly, rubbing my sore throat as I glared up at the three of them.

Xavier flashed me a smug smile. "See you around," he said, turning to walk away with Ken and Joshua. Ken spared me a brief, apologetic glance, but said nothing, offering no help as they left me struggling to catch my breath.

As I sat there, my mind went blank, and I gazed around, wondering if this was reality or just a nightmare. But then, my heart began racing, and I knew what was about to happen. The calmness had shattered, and my thoughts started spiraling out of control. It was the same feeling I had when I woke up to find my mother crying, telling me that my father had left with everything - the man I adored, the man who taught me to play the piano had left. The same panic set in.

My breathing became ragged, and I struggled to catch my breath. I forced myself to stand up, turned around, and began walking back home, feeling cold and numb. Tears streamed down my face, and no matter how hard I tried to wipe them away, they kept falling. I couldn't stop them. I was having a panic attack, and I felt helpless.

My chest felt heavy, my heart. I was scared, I was helpless. I walked back, stopping at different intervals to cry more about how pathetic my life had become and how the quiet life I had hoped for had become one nightmare all because of her.

My phone was vibrating in my pocket, it had been for a while now. I took it out to see Katherine and Tae had been texting and calling. The tears came again as I began texting her.

"Hey, sorry! I had an urgent errand to run for my mom with Victor all of a sudden. I'm so sorry but I'll make it up to you guys. Xx"

They didn't need to know.

♾️♦️♾️

"Hey, you're home?" Victor asked as he walked into my room. I was laying in my bed, covering myself with the sheets, facing the wall and saying nothing. "When did you get back?"

"I'm trying to sleep, Victor." I said softly.

"Except you can't." He hissed. "So, I have a gig tonight and since it's just us both, I thought why not bring my completely annoying, obnoxious brother with me to do something fun." Victor said, clapping his hands once.

"I'm not interested." I muttered. 

"You'll have to be. Come on, get up. I know you're tired but it's a once in a while thing and unfortunately for me and you, you have to be there. So, I'll give you twenty minutes to change your clothes and meet me downstairs." Victor said and retreated before I could respond.

I wanted to say something, to yell at him to let me be tonight, but then again, if I did he would know something was wrong with me- that something had happened, and I didn't want that.

So I complied.

I got up and went over to my door, locking it. I didn't leave immediately , I felt frozen, staring at the locked door like it had a symbolic meaning. I was not okay but I was gonna fake being okay.

I slowly took off my clothes as I relived the scene at the alley and how scared I was, how I tried to toughen up but failed at protecting myself.

What could I have done?

Was I so broken?

I took out a random long-sleeve stripe shirt and wore it. I changed into comfortable black pants and sat in front of my mirror, staring at the damaged person looking back at me with such sad eyes. He looked tired.

Smile.

I forced a smile on my face, I really tried to make it fit, to make it right but even as I smiled, a tear followed- a sad one.

I continued trying.

I quickly wiped it off and brushed my hair but as I did, I still felt the heaviness in my chest, like a safe had been dropped on me.

I wore some comfortable shoes and walked out of my room and down to the living room, faking a smile like I had practiced.

"What are you wearing?" Victor asked, his brow raised- his hands on his hips.

"Clothes." I replied with a shrug. Victor was dressed in black jeans that had rips, a black round neck that hugged his body perfectly and showed that he had been working out. He had dark sunglasses resting on his head and had a lot of silver accessories on his neck, wrists and fingers.

"Vincent, we're not going to church for the love of God! What is this, a naming ceremony?" Victor asked as he approached me. He undid a few of my buttons and took off one of his four silver neckpieces and placed it around my neck. He gave me a look, examining me. "That's much better." He smiled.

"I don't want anyone to know we're related." I said.

Victor snorted. "Oh, they won't. I'm the cooler version between the two of us." He said and picked up his leather jacket and keys from the counter. "Come on." He said as he began to leave and I followed behind.

♾️♦️♾️

"We're here." Victor said as he turned off his engine after parking. The place was indeed very lively and there were a lot of people coming in or going out, all carrying an emotion of excitement.

"I am helping this big club bartend tonight to the specials coming in." He said as we both got down from his car. "This place only opens once every six months and you get to meet really big people. And if you do you right, you could change your life in one night."

"Hmm."

Victor had tried to make small talk in the car but I couldn't keep up so I told him it was because I had been feeling sleepy and he didn't let me get the sleep I needed, to which he went on a tease rant.

"You must not suck at your job, huh?" I said as I walked over to where he stood.

"Boy, I'm the best."

"Or they just pity you. You know? Hardworking mother, no father and a brother who is supposed to be a doctor." I said and he huffed.

"Oh please. Low blow, but I am actually good at what I do, stupid." He said as he put on his jacket. "Come on." He said and we began to walk towards the entrance.

There were a lot of people here and a lot of cars as well. Everyone was dressed in a way that said they indeed were here to party and have fun. I could hear the vibrations of the music behind those large closed doors guarded by the hug bulldogs in black and glasses. The bodyguards. They were expressionless, imposing and ready to throw a punch if needed. They were super tall and huge, I wouldn't want to be on their bad side.

"Four bodyguards for a club like this, they must be good." I said.

Victor snorted. "Call them bouncers, kid."

The place was called Velvet Vault. It's sleek, modern facade seemed to shimmer in the night lights. There was a long line to get in that seemed to stretch around the block, filled with people who looked way older and cooler than me.

Yet, I didn't have the energy to feel anything.

Victor smiled and nodded for me to follow him. "Come on," he said, striding past the queue as if it didn't even exist.

I trailed behind, feeling a little awestruck as Victor approached the bodygua—bouncers, I mean. They were huge, with arms as thick as tree trunks.

"Hey, Stone. Crane," Victor said, shaking two of them who were checking IDs and tickets.

"Good to see you." The one who was called Crane said with a small smile but when he saw me, his smile vanished.

"He's cool." Victor said. "He's my little brother and I want to show him a bit of my world."

I forced a smile and did a little wave. "Hi."

"He's a shy one." Victor said.

"Is he of age?" Stone asked, his brow raised. "I've got to see some ID."

Victor groaned, rolling his eyes. "Stoneeeee." He looked at Crane. "Help me out here."

"Let them in, Stone." Crane said.

Victor grinned and grabbed Crane's face, kissing his cheek like the heterosexuals would do a friend in a movie. "You're the best." He said and walked past them, with me behind him.

"Have fun in there." Stone said, smiling at me and then letting us through.

The other two bouncers at the door opened it slightly for us and Victor gave them a nod. "Good to see you, boys!" He grinned at them as he walked in.

As we stepped into the Velvet Vault, I was blown away. The neon lights were indeed insane, and the club was divided into different sections. To our left, there was a strip club, women dancing on tables and men spraying them money and at another, there were male strippers too.

Ahead of us, people were getting wasted at the bar, laughing and flirting with the sex workers hovering around them. It was all so... adult.

Then there was the dance floor, pulsating with crazy-loud music. Everyone was lost in the beat, dancing like nobody was watching. Drunk.

If Tae and Katherine hadn't taken me to those wild parties, I might have been freaked out by all this. But now, I was just here for Victor. I'd still rather be home in my bed, but I had a facade to keep up with .

Victor led me through the crowds with ease, nodding at people as we passed. Victor was indeed a somebody.

"If you tell mom I brought you here, I'll kill you." Victor said.

I said nothing in return, my mental energy was running out and I was starting to get tired again. I hated the loudness.

"If you're bartending then what am I supposed to do?" I asked him.

"You'll stick with me, except you know how to handle yourself, but I'd rather you stick with me and make small talks with people and loosen up too."

"Hm." I blinked. "Okay."

"Yo! Victor!" A blonde man shouted as he made his way to us with a big smile on his face.

"Turner!" Victor gave him a hug. "Sup bro!"

The man Turner was dressed in a see through shirt and some jeans.

"Don't tell me you left college because of this?"

"Are you kidding?" Turner scoffed. "Everybody wants to be here." He said and took a sip from the glass in his hand. Turner's eyes moved to me and he looked back at his brother. "Who's the uptight one?"

"My little brother, Vincent."

I gave him a small wave. "Hi."

"Hello, Vincent. I'm Turner, friends call me Timmy Turner."

"Like....fairy odd parents?"

"Yup!" He smiled. "This weird kid started it from my hometown but I liked it so it stuck."

"Nice."

"I promise this place is not so bad and the scope to having a great time is having some alcohol in your system."

"Got it." I faked a smile.

"Oh!" Turner turned back to my brother. "I know you wanted this gig so bad, so uh...you need to start getting to work because there are a few Hollywood celebrities here and you might want to get your money up."

"Right." Victor nodded. "Thanks for helping me out with this."

"Anytime, bro. Let me take you to your counter." Timmy Turner said as he sipped from his drink.

Victor turned to me. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, uh, go ahead." I smiled. "I'll probably call Tae and Katherine to come over, I'm sure they can get in."

"Good." Victor nodded. "If you need me, uh..."

"He'll be right over there." Turner said and pointed to the far end.

"Got it."

"It was lovely meeting you, Vincent." Turner said as he pulled Victor along with him.

I stood still and looked around, at everything happening around me and how everyone seemed to be having fun. Except me. How I wanted to escape but couldn't.

Timmy Turner was right,

I needed a drink.

💠JUST FRIENDS💠

THIRD PERSON P. O. V.

Sarah Lockhart walked down the street, returning from work. Her coat wrapped tightly around her and her bag slung over her shoulder, a gentle breeze whispered through her hair, softly sweeping it back from her face. The evening air was alive with the hum of activity, and the usual quiet town was transformed into a hive of excitement. Cars inched along the road, their brake lights casting a reddish glow over the crowded sidewalks. It seemed that something was brewing in town tonight, but Sarah couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

As she headed home late, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and smiled as she read the text from her eldest son, Victor. He was running a bit behind and had taken his brother Vincent with him. Sarah's heart swelled with love for the bond between her sons. She felt grateful to be doing her best as a mother.

As she began typing a response, reminding Victor not to stay out too late and to keep an eye on his brother, Sarah collided with someone. Her phone clattered to the ground, alongside the shopping bag of the woman she had bumped into.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" Sarah exclaimed, as she bent down to help the woman gather her belongings.

"Oh, it's alright. I wasn't looking," the woman said with a warm smile, squatting down to gather her belongings alongside Sarah. As they picked up the scattered items, Sarah's gaze fell upon the woman's shiny bracelet, and a fleeting thought crossed her mind: "Please don't be someone important."

As they stood up, the woman's eyes met Sarah's, and they exchanged a gentle smile. "I'm so sorry," Sarah said, feeling a pang of guilt. "I was texting my kid and wasn't watching where I was going."

The woman's smile broadened. "Well, I suppose it's both our faults, then." She elegantly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a poised and refined demeanor. Sarah couldn't help but notice the woman's expensive-looking attire, her impeccably styled hair, and the confident way she carried herself.

Sarah wondered if the woman was sizing her up in the same way, taking in her more modest appearance. Despite their differences, the two women shared a warm and apologetic smile, their initial awkwardness dissipating into a moment of mutual understanding.

"I was caught off by the crazy traffic that this town suddenly has and I couldn't just sit in my car waiting so I decided to walk a bit and take in some air." The woman said.

"Well, it is indeed a beautiful night to take a stroll." Sarah chuckled softly.

"Indeed it is." She responded. "I do not think I have seen this town be this busy before, except maybe things have changed here."

Sarah laughed. "No, I don't know what it is but I think this happens once every year. I do not know if it is a concert or a cult but there's always something that pulls people from different places here."

"Oh, I see. Well, fuck them. The traffic is insane."

Sarah chortled at the woman's curse-word and how rich it even sounded. "Had to leave my car at work, I can't sleep in this traffic."

"What has this town become?"

"A mess if you ask me." Sarah replied as they stared at the traffic before them and the blazing horns and shouts from the drivers.

"You're not wrong." The woman shoo her head. "Oh! How silly of me, I'm Laila." She stretched her hand for a handshake.

Sarah looked at it, unsure. She smiled and took the hand in hers, shaking it. "Sarah, nice to meet you."

"Are you new in town, Sarah?" Laila questioned.

"Oh no, this is my home." Sarah chuckled.

"I see. Maybe we can catch up sometime then, have a cup of tea or whatever it is you like." Laila said and took out her phone from her bag, handing it to Sarah. "Let me have your number so we can keep in touch. I just moved back here after five years and you could say I'm in need of a friend and judging by your sweet smile and warmth, you seem like a good one."

Sarah smiled, blushing from the compliment. "Well, I'm not all that, but sure." She said as she took the phone from her and inserted her number in it, handing it back to her.

"Lovely." Laila said. "I'll give you a call. It was lovely seeing you, Sarah. If we stand here any longer, we might not leave this spot."

Sarah snickered. "Well, goodnight Laila." Sarah said and with a small wave, walked away.

Laila's smile gradually morphed into a sly smirk as she walked, casually wiping her hand on her dress. Suddenly, two suited men materialized beside her, their eyes scanning the surroundings as they fell into step with her. Her bodyguards.

"Is that her?" Laila asked, her voice low and conspiratorial.

"Yes, ma'am," one of the men replied. "She's the mother of the boy your son is friends with."

Laila halted abruptly, her smirk deepening. "Interesting," she purred. She stared ahead, a glint in her eye. "Watch closely, Tae. This is how you play the game of power."