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Diamonds In The Sky - Thursday Afternoon (Chapter 20)

Thursday Afternoon

Claude and I had gotten back to “normal” so to say. We would make stupid remarks towards each other and smirk across the room, throwing each other glances and trying to one-up the other. Despite my thundering heart and butterfly-attacked stomach, the awkwardness from the kiss had washed away.

That raised another question: did this mean that Claude shrugged off our kisses? A part of me told me that this was for the best and that this way everything would be easier, but another part felt devastated. I couldn’t just forget that kiss. And if I couldn't, then it's possible that he couldn’t either, right? I mean, this who electrifying touch thing can’t be one-sided.

As you can see, I can’t figure out what to feel or how to even react to what happened to Claude and I. Yes, I have spent time trying to figure it out only to come up blank, only to know what I truly felt. I felt something for Claude, for a vampire. I can’t get over that I feel something for a vampire. I’m pretty sure I have stated it a million times in disbelief. And I’m pretty sure that you all are tired of hearing it.

On to a different subject, the Reilly pack spent Tuesday and yesterday searching the forest but still came up with nothing. They planned to spend a couple more days searching more throughly and deeper in the forest, but said even though there was no sign of them not to go into the forest alone. They still had the whole ‘Keep Viola under a watchful eye’ thing going on. Sure, it had only been three days ago that I had been kidnapped by rogues belonging to the Chamberlain Clan but it was evident they were around. Matthew “wanted to make sure everything was good and how it was supposed to be”.

Sanders was still calling me, despite Matthew telling him to be patient. Sanders words cut deep, and I know that he knew that. I also knew that he probably blurted them out from being worried and angry, but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt. I didn't hate Sanders, I wasn’t even angry with him, but I just needed some time. It may seem like I am overreacting, but with everything that happened you’d probably do the same thing. But, the hurt from Sanders words was slowly washing away as I realized that he probably didn’t mean it.

Meredith and Arch had called me, making sure I was okay from the incident that happened on Monday. I told them I was fine, to which with they laughed saying something along the lines of, “Always the strong one, Viola”. They let me know that all the other Royal Packs had been making plans in case of an attack on their individual packs. I told them that they wouldn’t go after them, that they wanted me so they didn’t need to fret. Apparently, the Royals had sought out spies to try and find out the location and plans of the Chamberlain Clan in hopes that we could ambush them to put an end to the war that started because of them. Meredith attempted to convince me to stay with them but I kindly declined, saying that Riverdale was my home and that I would stand here even if I knew the Chamberlain Clan would come after me. I couldn't leave this town unguarded, without my protection.

I sang loudly to music as I danced upstairs in my room. I had gotten home from school not too long ago, in an awfully cheery mood. I threw my school stuff on to the ground and skipped downstairs, heading to the fridge. I got out a carton of Cookies ‘N Cream Ice Cream and a spoon and started eating. My stomach growled in satisfaction.

I danced my way back upstairs and sang along to the music that was playing loudly. I took a spoonful of ice cream and mumbled the words of the song I was singing to as my phone vibrated on my bed.

I plopped down, sitting Indian style, and sat down the carton of ice cream to pick up my phone. Sanders’ name flashed on the screen and a sigh left my mouth. I grabbed the remote and turned down the music, staring at the screen.

“Hello?” I mumbled as I took another spoonful of ice cream.

“Viola!” Sanders spoke worried, “I’m so sorry, that was so stupid of me to say.”