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Chapter 9

Dahlia Meadows

A few hours passed and the morning breeze shone through my windows. I woke up and looked at January looking happy as she woke up, while Dallas gave a cold breeze of air. I looked at my digital clock, it was currently six in the morning. He probably hated how bright the sunlight was. "It's quite bright right?" I asked January. "Mhm. I'm sorry Lia! I slept. We didn't get to drink at all." as she apologized, pleading for forgiveness. "It's okay, you should head to school now." It was Monday and our school starts in two hours.

"See you later Lia!" January shouted as she left my room. I grabbed the luxury bag January gave me. I took a picture of it, and finally posted it after how many days of inactivity. I still thought of getting into Magda. It was a dream for me. I hoped to achieve it as soon as I finished college.

I posted a picture of the Celine bag and its box, with a caption "But I'm feeling 22!" Thank you. <3 #22 I was finally 22. Just like Taylor Swift had dedicated the song "22" for her friends during her birthday. If I had the chance to publish such song, I would've dedicated 22 to January. Except I'm not a singer, so let's quit dreaming. I should cut to my senses and start preparing for school.

Two hours later

As soon as I reached school, everyone was looking at their phone and me. I was totally not ready for what's prepared for me today. I knew something went wrong because things were happening too good to be true.

I heard a gossip as I passed by entering the building: "Isn't she the one that posted a fake Celine bag? She's poor innit? She could never afford that unless it was a dupe!" then laughed as their eyes looked at me foolishly. I opened my phone and checked my comment section about the post of January's gift.

I stood in despair because of the amount of hate I received. I scrolled and saw comments.

_gretchen88: Nice take, that's obvi a dupe LOL!
User7829: Quit buying luxury dupes. Embarrassing LMAO.

There were a lot, overflowing my comment section with curse words and throwing shame on why I posted a dupe. It wasn't even a dupe, because it was from January.

As I turned to enter the building, a ceramic pot fell in front of me. I shouted in fear. It was horrible. What went wrong just because I posted someone's gift to me?
Tears started to flow but I had to suppress those tears. It wasn't necessary to cry, but this time I was humiliated by the way everyone in the school knew about that rumor. I ran away from everything and went to the toilet, locking myself up. I had to make a good impression, I really needed to but what happened made my expectation turn to the opposite.

A knock was heard from the toilet door, I sat and gave no response. "Dahlia?" in a soft, relaxing manner in a way I recognized that it was January talking to me. I opened the door quietly and finally started to break down the tears I was suppressing. January hugged me tight as if she was comforting me, "I'm sorry. Everything's fine." she patted my back slowly to assure me it was fine, it's nothing. I looked at her and wiped my tears. "I'm not weak. It was just a rumor, they didn't know about it. What hurt me the most is their violent response, instead of asking me any of their concerns. They chose the most cruel way to confront me."

I wanted to breathe some fresh air so January and I headed to the rooftop. As we were to enter the rooftop door, her phone rang and excused herself. "I have to go. I have to also hold a meeting for the student council. Just update me! I'll be back." It was no doubt she was busy, she is the president of the student council and had a lot of things to manage. I couldn't ask her to spare some time to be with me.

I sat near the edge of the rooftop. The warm air felt so nice. I wanted to stay here.
Even if it's just for today.

"What are you doing here?" a vivid voice echoed as I look back. "It's you again?" I replied. "I wanted to breathe some fresh air today. You?" It was Dallas again, now every minor inconvenience he was always there. I don't know if he was some curse put up on me that he was always there at my lowest shit. "Are you stalking me?" he asked me.
"No fucking way, you ask yourself why are you delusional." I was pissed off as he thought I was some stalker, well I knew he was a famous fucking guy but that won't make myself run for this type of guy. He was cruel, if only others knew or if only they had seen.

My phone suddenly rang and it came from Katherine, I stood away from Dallas within at least a meter of distance then finally accepted the call. "What's up-" before I could finish my sentence, a loud shout of cry was heard after I put it on speaker because I thought her voice was low. Turns out I was definitely wrong. "Gago, alam mo ba?! My boyfriend just fucking broke up with me. He cheated on me girl, tas ako pala yung kabit!" as she sobbed by herself loudly.
TR: Shit, did you know?! My boyfriend just fucking broke up with me. He cheated on me girl, and turns out I was the mistress!

I wasn't reacting anything since it wasn't the first time she had been cheated. I guess her standards were that low, but of course I wouldn't wanna insult her. Katherine was the most forgiving person you could've ever met in this world, with just materialistic thing gifted to her she'd immediately forgive you. That's how fragile my friend is. "That's fine, you can be free now." I looked at Dallas and softly whispered. "I can even join you go to clubs."
"Really?!" a energetic tone from her voice suddenly came out. "Kidding, I'm a good girl now." I had to immediately end off the call since I had to give myself my own time now. "I'm off, bye bye bye." as I ended the call.

"I don't think so." Dallas said coldly, this means he must have heard the good girl part.
"Well, I think so." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Why do we always end up seeing each other at such inconveniences in our life." I asked. "You just happen to be another inconvenience of my life." He replied as if he was complaining to me.

The times I encountered him were always a coincidence.
Sometimes, I wished it was fate.