Attention What If

Chapter 40

POV: Skylar

"Okay so," Vida says around a mouth full of fries. "For the project, we should make a cake with multiple layers. Each layer represents a different layer of skin."

"A cake?" I roll on my back and stare up at the ceiling.

"Plus I bet we'd get brownie points for bringing in something people can eat."

"Fry me," I open my mouth.

She drops in a fry, and I chew.

Vida and I are partners on our anatomy project. It's a major grade. Everyone has to do something that relates to the body. Even though I've been out of class for a few days Vida has been bringing my work so I don't fall behind.

She gave me a big lecture about being a moron and how punching things never solves the issue. I agreed with her and after much chastising, she and I are back on friendly terms. Darleen said she could come over, after much pouting.

Darleen is currently not here because she's getting lunch with her birth mother. Apparently, they made up or something. Good for them I guess. So long as the woman stays far away from me, I don't see an issue. Then again she could just be manipulating Darleen to turn her against me again.

Sigh.

"Are you even paying attention?" Vida flicks my head.

"A cake sounds hard," I pout.

"Better than making an origami brain. I heard that's what Jake's group is doing."

"Point taken," I roll back over and use my wrapped hands to scoot my milkshake closer to me and take a big sip.

"So, why don't you just use your girlfriend's credit card or something and order the ingredients? We got to get this show on the road."

"You're taking advantage," I glare at her.

"She's filthy rich, she won't miss 50 bucks. Trust me." she gestures to the large room we are currently in.

"Fine," I sigh and sit up. "But if Darleen asks, I'm blaming you," I grumble and grab my phone between my mittens.

Darleen gave me access to one of her credit cards back when we were in Japan. She said I could use it in case of an emergency. Does making a cake for class count as an emergency?

"Help me out here," I struggle to unlock my phone.

Vida helps me unwrap my better hand, the one with the stitches. Then I unlock my phone and order a delivery from a nearby grocery store.

When I hit checkout it says,

"Card declined?" I eye the screen in confusion.

"Uh oh," Vida peaks over my shoulder.

"But the stuff isn't even 50 bucks." I try again.

Card declined.

"Maybe she cut you off," Vida says.

"She would never," I scoff at the idea.

Would she?

"Come on," I get up.

"Where are we going?" Vida takes her milkshake with her.

"Darleen gave the computer downstairs access to most of her accounts. I know the login."

"Nice," she says.

We walk downstairs and go into the study.

I sit down at the computer and log in. Then I open up the bookmarked tab that leads to Darleen's credit card. She has her login info saved on the computer, so I just click login and it lets me in.