𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ✔ 𝗚𝘅𝗚

31

2 weeks later

it has been 2 weeks and i haven't noticed anything suspicious. nobody watching me nor any anxious thoughts or feelings of someone watching me. maybe dad paid off the man. maybe i was no longer a target. maybe, just maybe, this guy has forgotten about it.

i haven't met anabelle's parents as yet because i simply wasn't ready. she just told me about the kind of job they do. to be blunt, they are apart of the mafia and i am scared that i may mess up once i meet them and things may go south; they may shoot me, worst cut my head off of my body and sell me to the black market. anything is possible.

what if they think that i wasn't good enough for their daughter? what if they think that i am worthless and just a fat bitch who wants their daughter's money? what if her mother disapproves, or worse, her father? fathers wrath aren't the best to be faced and i, for one, knows that.

"baby?" anabelle called out to me and i hummed, closing my locker as i came out of my thoughts.

"yeah?"

"you okay? i lost you there for a moment?"

i nodded.

"im always okay."

she smiled at me and pecked my neck, "make sure." belle whispered in my ear and i nodded once more.

"im going to look for ciara." i suddenly said and that made anabelle pulled back and raised her eyebrows at me.

"why?"

"i need clearance."

"all you're going to get is excuses on top of excuses." anabelle folded her arms.

"maybe, maybe not. maybe she has a reason."

she sighed and looked behind me and brought in a hug.

"she's coming to her locker. i'll be on my way to class."

i hummed and hugged back my baby and we soon pulled back and i pecked her lips.

"i love you."

"i love you too, princess."

"you better." i smiled and belle smiled back, nodding as she left for her first period— chemistry.

after a minute of silence and ciara shuffling through her locker, i turned to her.

"ciara, i need to talk you."

she turned to me as she chewed her gum very loudly. i sighed.

"take out the gum." ciara popped it one more time and then took it out, rolling it and putting it in a piece of paper.

she looked at me.

"yes, delilah?"

"can i ask you something?"

"sure." ciara smiles genuinely at me.

"what happened? why'd you start to behave bitchy and following matilda?"

her smile dropped at my question and she avoided eye contact with me.

"i need an answer. i want you to let me know why you insulted me all these years after we were once best friends. ever since matilda came, you changed; not for the better but for the worse, ciara."

she bit the inside of her cheek and started talking, "i-i don't know, okay? our first argument was me about me being bisexual. since then, she started being mean to me, even if you weren't around, she'd throw insults at me, she'd throw them at you, too. i guess i just wanted to feel like i fit in. you were just... there taking it and i couldn't do anything about it."

"so you turned on me?"

"i didn't know what else to do so that matilda could like me, delilah. we were already friends and i thought that maybe if i started doing what matilda does then maybe we all could be friends together, like a trio."

i shook my head, "that's not how a friendship works, ciara. we have to depend one each other and communicate. it was just us first and then matilda. when she came along everything changed."

"im sorry—"

"im sure you are."

"everything began to make sense as i became older, delilah." a stray fell from her eyes as she looked at me.

"ciara—"

"i mean it. i want things to go back the way they were. just us, friends being friends, us playing 'hey mickie you're so fine', no drama, no bad friend, no bad influence. i know sorry can't make up for all the bad things i did, i said and even what i did." she was now crying, quiet sobs coming from her lips.

"see? now you're dating anabelle, someone who i once liked. i want to be like you, delilah. smart, pretty and confident. i know you tell yourself otherwise but you're someone who i look up to."

oh wow.

anabelle should be here to hear all of this right now.

"it's okay, ciara. i forgive you." i said, but anabelle doesn't, "i will not be rebuilding a friendship with you that may break me and it may come with consequences. matilda has painted a bad image on you."

"you're saying you w-wont be f-friends with me because i-i have a bad rep-reputation?"

"no. im saying i won't be friends with you because i don't want to. good things and bad things may come from our friendship and i am not ready for that as yet."

ciara nodded and wiped her eyes.

"i understand."

i nodded.

"thank you for the clearance, ciara. it meant a lot getting the answers i needed."

she smiled at me through her tears and i waved her bye and left her at her locker, going to my first session of the morning.