Stella's POV
We had climbed into the Osborne library through a window, but apparently we were throwing away all cautious measures and just fucking running out the front door and slamming it no less. Although, who would be there to notice if three twenty somethings ran out of the Osborne mansion. It's not like anyone was coming to leave flowers on Norman Osborne's doorstep. He was very rich but not known for being a spectacularly good person, and neither was his son. Nobody seemed to notice us going in and out like we owned the place, so I followed in Ava and Peter's footsteps and went out the front door. Down the street I could see a sign for bagels, which was probably where they were, but I figured they needed to be alone, so I sat down on the curb outside the bagel shop and plugged my phone into my portable charger. When it had enough battery, I called Louis again.
This man did not even answer this time.
So being the crazy stalker sister I am, I looked into it, trying to figure out what the fuck he was up to that he couldn't fucking answer the phone for me. I checked his Instagram story, which was just a repost of some soccer thing, so I wasn't getting anything out of that so I started looking through the Instagram pages of the band. Sure enough, with a little digging I found a video taken backstage of some guy pouring vodka straight from the bottle into Louis' mouth. I didn't recognize the guy, but not to worry, Isaac tagged him.
Leo Walker.
Believe it or not, I had heard of him before. He did a song with Kid Laroi not that long ago. I liked his voice, but I had never listened to any of his songs other than that. Leo must be the new opener they had gotten to replace me. I checked out his Instagram profile. He was American, which meant it was very possible he was the guy who answered Louis' phone when I called him from my cage. I already hated him. Furious, I opened a dm to him on Instagram, going off on him for answering my brothers phone and for getting him drunk and for inventing fucking guy's weekend (I don't know if it was his idea but I can only assume) when it was Monday therefore not even a weekend and just because there's no girls around it doesn't mean everyone such just act like an asshole.
Then I realized he didn't even follow me so the message wouldn't even go through. So I texted Matt the Manager and demanded he give me Leo Walker's phone number.
Matt the Manager: I don't know if that's a great idea, Stella
Stella: just give me his number.
And so he did. So I texted stupid fucking Leo Walker and then I marched into the nearest business (a Starbucks) because I still felt like I couldn't go into the bagel shop and I needed a distraction from all the anger inside of me. Angrily I waited in line. Angrily I ordered a venti pink drink and chocolate croissant... although not actually angrily because I am not the type of person who is rude to poor innocent coffee shop workers... but inside I was PISSED. I had pretty much calmed down by the time they called my name for pick up, but when the girl handed my drink my stomach dropped.
The girl was Olivia Grand.
In so much shock from seeing her my hand bumped the pink drink, knocking it over and causing it to spill all over the counter. She scoffed in annoyance and looked up at me. She paused and then this sickening, venomous smile spread across her lipstick coated lips.
"Stella Fowler." She said, in that overly sweet, cavity inducing voice she always used to use. My heart started beating fast in my chest and I felt all the shame I used to feel when I saw her last. Like a shy high school kid, dried cafeteria milk clumped in my hair, backed in a corner, being forced to call myself disgusting over and over again until I cried.
"Sorry." I blurted, then I took my chocolate croissant and I just fucking ran, eyes already blurry from tears that came up involuntarily. When I got out of the door I collided straight into two people. After I blinked a few times I could see it was Peter and Ava.
