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chapter twenty one. feel better

season two | episode three
Your Newfound Popularity

Violet takes a bite of her apple as she sits next to Musa, who listens to all her problems. "I didn't say anything about seeing Sky and Bloom there, I just wish I knew why Bea would tell Rosalind that," she explains and Musa places a hand on the girl's arm. "Maybe because she just cares about you and hates seeing you get hurt," Musa explains and her eyes fall across the room but Violet is unsure if she's looking at Sam or Riven, most likely the latter. "Maybe," Violet breathes out and feels her sadness simmer away like it was never even there to begin with.

"I should probably get ready for the dinner, seeing my mum and dad for the first time in months, God save my soul," she gets up, her arm slipping out of Musa's grip. "I'll see you there," Musa calls and Violet pats her head.

"Bye, Musa," she pats her cheek and starts heading to her room. When she walks in Sky and Riven are drinking a bottle of champagne on her bed.

"Give me that," she takes Riven's bottle, takes a large gulp before she hands it back to him and pulls off her black vest.

"Holy shit, Vi," suddenly Sky is on his feet, his hand on her waist, tracing a finger on the cut that spreads from her back to the middle of her stomach. "Battle scars," she smiles and he shakes his head. "What the fuck happened?" His eyes fall on the other bruises, covering her shoulder blades and her back. "Ever since your dad put up the first blood thing, the others have not been holding back," she leans her head back, hair falling on her back.

She takes the bottle from Riven again as she falls onto his lap. "Can you get my dress please?" She looks up at Sky who nods, walking away as Violet takes another sip off the champagne. "How do you feel about what happened with Beatrix?" Riven asks and Violet shrugs, handing the bottle back to him and getting up. "I strangely feel better," she smiles, feeling Sky walking back up to her.

"So this is what you do here," a voice asks from the door as six eyes fall on it, fall on her; Vivian West. "Mom," she pulls away, using her hair to cover herself. The tall woman walks into the room and the boys hug her before she holds a garment bag out to Violet, who frowns at it. "What is that?" She asks and Riven and Sky pull away from the two. "Your dress, I want you to be on your best behaviour, we can't have you embarrass me like you did last year," the woman smiles and Violet nods, taking the bag. "Technically, Mrs. West, it was our fault. We gave her all the wine and we were all drunk together," Sky raises his hand like a child in a classroom.

"But no one cares about what you do, she's different, she's a girl, she's my daughter. She needs to be perfect so do try not to influence her again. See you at the dinner, my love," she grips Violet's chin lightly, kissing her forehead before she makes her way out the door and Violet exhales.

"Holy shit, that was weird," Riven basically tackles Violet onto her bed as she laughs. "Someone play Class of 2013," Sky unzips the bag, looking at the dress as Riven throws her blanket over them when there's a knock on the door.

"I'm sorry, is Violet here?" A voice asks, not just anyone, Beatrix. There's a long pause before Sky speaks up, "She left a while back," he lies through his teeth and Beatrix nods. "Tell her that I'm sorry and I want to make it up to her," Violet hears Beatrix say before she hears the other girl walk away and Sky shut the door. "Are you okay?" Riven asks and she wraps her arms around him, tears throbbing in her eyes.