When freedom strikes

IV

(Victoria's pov)
Thursday night
I drag my feet as I walk back to my dorm, the last few days finally catching up to me. I throw open the door and drop my bag in the corner not caring about the mess I made early this morning looking for my workout uniforms. Carter attempts to speak to me but I grunt in response and flop onto my big comfy bed. "Vic?" His deep voice sounding very close. I open one eye only to have a hazel one staring directly at me. "Fuck Carter! Why are you so close?" He grins as he backs up, leaning against his bed with a smirk on his face.

"You can't go to sleep now, you'll never be awake for the party tonight." I internally curse myself while I groan and sit up. "Carter I'm done for. If I don't sleep now I'll never make it to this stupid party." He considers his options before nodding his head. "Okay fine. Two hours that's it." He goes back over to the couch and resumes his video game. I flop back against my pillow and throw my arm over my face. The darkness welcoming me.

I'm being shaken awake by an impatient Carter. "Vic come on! We have to be there in an hour!" My eyes slowly open and I come face to face with Carter who only has eyeliner on one eye. "I'm up." I groan as I stand and trudge into the bathroom to shower. The cold water helping wake me up, my crabby attitude beginning to fade away. "Where is this thing anyway?" I shout to Carter. "You'll never guess who's throwing it." His voice carried over the noise of the water, I detect hostility. "Who?"
"The FBI recruitment team." My eyes go wide. "You mean their new field agents? Doesn't that mean that Howie... oh my fuck." I marvel at the thought of seeing Carter's ex boyfriend at this party. "Now I'm excited."

I shut the water off and step out. Carter is in the mirror attempting to finish his eyeliner. "He's a asshole that left me." He speaks to me as I walk out of the bathroom and into my closet. "Seriously I think I'll lunch him in the face." I throw on a plad mini skirt with a black long sleeve cropped shirt. Slipping into my black Nike slides I exit the closet determined to do something with my long locks of mess.
"Honestly I don't know why you don't straighten it." Carter sits on the toilet and watches me as I attempt to style my hair. "I don't like how it looks straight. It's so flat." I scrunch your my nose in disgust. "Those beach curls aren't it either bitch!" He smiles up at me and I roll my eyes. "Oh screw you. I'd rather have those then flat hair." He shrugs not understanding my dilemma because he has a buzz cut.

I decide to give his idea a go and I finish just in time, he comes barging to the bathroom ready to give me a hard time. "I'm ready." He shuts his mouth with a smile. "Perfect." He turns around and walks to his dresser to grab his keys. I turn back towards the mirror, I tilt my head to the side before deciding to brush my hair up into a ponytail. I'm actually satisfied with how my hair looks for once. I shut off the bathroom light and join Carter at the door. "Ready?" I smile up at him. "I'm ready.

(Bella's POV)
My talk with Kairo was on Tuesday, today's Friday. I haven't heard a word from him, no messages or phone calls. After he left I took the rest of the day off and went home to cry. I cried because I missed him, because I definitely still had feelings for him. A knock at the door distracting me from my personal conversation. "Come in." Chacha enters my room with a smile. "Gues whattt?" She says in a singsong voice. "What?" I sit up and she joins me in my bed. "I booked us a spa day. Jorge said he's got it covered at work today so you and I get the day off." She smiles at me and I try to return it but I know it doesn't reach my eyes.

"What's the matter Bella?" She grips my hand and it brings me some comfort. "I talked to Kairo Tuesday, he came to my office. We spoke for about an hour and he apologized to me. He said he wanted to reach out but it was against protocol." Chacha huffs but she allows me to speak freely. "He said that he didn't know I was here when he was sent here for a mission. The whole thing was draining and I cried. I cried for him and he pulled me into his lap. He kissed my forehead until I calmed down and then he offered to take me to lunch soon." I take a breath after I finish, the whole thing leaving me winded.

She takes a few moments to think over her words before she responds. "Bella I love you, and you know I want the best for you. Don't you think doing this with him again is dangerous?" She speaks slowly so she doesn't offend me. I was never in danger with Kai, he literally always went out of his way to make sure I was happy. "No I don't. I don't know how to explain it but this feels right Chach. I've only feared for my life one time around him and that was when Jason kicked him in the side." I flinch at the memory. "If you feel like this is what you want then I'm supporting it every step of the way." She pulls me in for a hug and I'm grateful that she understands.

Our day at the spa was so much fun, we got seaweed mud wraps and facials. They put hot rocks on my feet before the massage and let me just say, the best massage I've ever had in my life. Chacha I were on our way to grab lunch when my phone rings. I answer it without looking, "Hello?" Chacha slams on the breaks causing me to drop my phone. "What the hell? Learn how to drive asshole!" She shouts out the window as she swerved around the car. I reach for my phone and bring it to my ear again.
"Bella? Is everything okay?" Kai's voice finally cuts through the phone and I can hear the worry in his voice. "I'm fine. Chach just has road rage." He chuckles into the phone brining a smile to my face. "What are you guys up too?"

"We're just going to grab some food before we go back to my house." Chacha parks her car in the parking lot of some sandwich place and we get out. "Okay call me later then." He hangs up and I throw my phone into my purse. "What he say?" She looks over at me as we walk inside the restaurant. "He told me to call him later because we're getting food." She nods and points over to a girl with long black hair. The girl looks over at us for a moment before turning her attention back towards her laptop. "She's so pretty. I wonder what her hair care routine is." Chacha looks at her red hair with a sad face. "Girl I got you."
It's our turn to order but I can't stop thinking about the girl that's sitting in the corner of the restaurant. Her eyes look so familiar, I just can't place them.

Uh oh, they've seen Victoria for the first time.. she and Kai are giving it another go, will they be successful this time? Don't forget to vote.
-Kayla