The Cinderella | Wattys 2016

Chapter Thirteen.

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Chapter Thirteen.

"You look like you've been chased by a Aro's vile clan all night." Cass deadpanned, as she observed my messy self whilst she ate her cereal.

I couldn't blame her. Ever since last night's 'almost kiss' incident with Blake, sleep had drifted trillions of light years away from me. I lied under the covers of blanket in my bed, replaying the incident over and over again, with a different ending, of course. But sleep was far far away.

Hence, I look like a famished zombie, at the moment.

"Are you sure you're alright? You can take a day off, you know." Ira said, worry lacing in her tone. I smiled at her lightly as I opened my mouth tiredly to retort.

"I'm good. Besides, I'd get bored all day at home." I shrugged, as I put a spoon of cereal in mouth.

"I think Ira's right. You really look like you could faint any moment. Besides it's not safe to be sick for the ba-" Before she could complete her sentence, her eyes widened in realization and shut her mouth. I was almost on the verge of running away, as Ira confusedly looked between an uncomfortable Ira and a terrified me.

"She's means the batch. The science batch that I'm a head of." I let out a fake laugh like Regina George. She too would die due to jealousy, after seeing my Oscar winning performance. But that wasn't the case with Cass.

"Yeah, she's right." Cass said with a tight 'I'm so gonna shit in my pants right now' smile. Ira, yet looked confused as ever. However she bought what we wanted to sell. I don't even know if that makes sense but geh, who cares.

"You son of a pompous cock-sucking bitch! Where the fuck are you?!" We heard Amanda's pleasant appeal. We turned our heads towards the source only to find a fuming Amanda standing at the door step, fuming with fury, as she held a bra, no scratch that, a bra which was cut from the middle in her hand. She was looking frantically in all directions to search the bummer who had the guts to do it.

Blake is so dead.

Blake peeped in from the kitchen, a smirk was plastered on his face. He walked out of the kitchen, like he owned the damn town. With a cup of coffee in his hand, he stood in front of Amanda, who was on the verge of strangling him with her bare hands. Cass, Ira and I turned our chairs towards them, as we prepared ourselves to enjoy the show that would start any minute.

"Morning to you too, Dora." Blake smirked, as he stood in his place, waiting for her reaction.

"Oh stop calling me that, asshat! And what the hell were you thinking when you cut all my bras? I have an interview for fuck sake today! How do you want me to go for that? By letting my boobies shake under my shirt and give an indirect message to the interviewer 'hey, give me the job and let you touch these melons!' Could you get anymore immature?!" Amanda ferociously growled at Blake who looked eerily composed.

"Well, I couldn't welcome you well yesterday since you came unannounced. So.."

"So you thought that cutting all my boob  supporters is a good 'welcome home' gesture?" She glared at him. The three of us nervously watched the duo. By the looks of it, Amanda would surely emasculate him, brother or not, if he comes out with one more dumb reply.

"I'm not the only genius behind this super cool prank, Dora." Blake said with a shrug, and took in a sip of coffee. Our eyes widened in realization. There could be only one person who could come up with such a plan.