𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, tiana | being re-written

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[ biana's pov ] 

— BIANA VACKER STRODE INTO LUCILE'S OFFICE AT HIGH HOPES MANAGEMENT, WONDERING WHAT HER MANAGER'S EVER-SO-CLEVER SOLUTION TO THEIR DRAMA PROBLEM WAS. shivering slightly at the breeze of the air-conditioning as she walked into the room, biana grimaced and pulled her oversized leather jacket tighter around her body. the heels of her black combat boots clacked on the tiled floor as biana made her way over to her usual armchair. 

which, unfortunately, was already occupied. 

her eyes narrowed as biana stopped in her tracks. she let go of the edges of her jacket, pulling her arms over her chest and leaning slightly on one leg. "that's my chair," were the only words that left her lips as she gazed at the dark-haired boy who had stolen it. 

pale cheeks with a light flush, long-ish dark hair that was dyed silver at the tips, and a pair of lips that were pulled into a slow smirk. 

biana knew exactly who he was― but couldn't put a name to the face. 

all she knew was that he was the guy from chaos. 

whom keefe had started an internet fight with. 

goddamnit, lucile! biana thought to herself as she analysed the guy not-so-discreetly. her curious gaze slowly turned pointed as she realised he wasn't moving. "that's my chair," biana said once more, this time adding, "so get out." 

chaos guy cocked his head to the side, his silver eyes meeting biana's own teal ones. "guess it's mine now," he said in a nonchalant tone of voice that was almost infuriating. 

"dickwad," biana muttered under her breath but, judging from the quick raise of eyebrows from chaos guy, he'd heard it. 

"excuse me?" 

he didn't look shocked at her words― or even offended― merely annoyed. 

the corner of biana's lips quirked upwards in a small, crooked smile. "you're excused," she replied a little smugly. 

chaos guy scoffed, and shook his head. "i see why you're dating that blond menace. you're practically the same person." 

a snicker escaped biana's lips. "one," she started, "keefe and i are not dating, thank you very much. and two, ew?" 

"ew?" he made a face. "what the fuck is that supposed to mean." 

"it's supposed to mean ew, duh." 

before chaos guy could argue with biana further, the clicking-clacking sound of approaching heels reached their ears. 

lucile. 

the petite redhead strode into her office, not bothering to spare either of the two young adults a glance, before sitting down at her desk. she folded her hands together, cleared her throat, and then looked up. "i'm sure you're both wondering why i've asked you to be here today, so let me just get on with it. stop hovering and take a seat, biana."