Bliss

Bliss 05 | The Arrival of Trouble

  Song of the chapter: Wrapped up by Olly Murs

"After that one look, and that one specific smile, you know that you are in deep, unavoidable trouble." -A quote of double meaning.

• Rosalie Scott •

Carl said the Diana needed some rest, she had been tired, feverish, and he said that she fainted when she was walking to the bathroom.

I gladly accepted to go to the diner, and I spent the rest of the day there, solving my calculus homework, and writing my English essay. And let's not forget bossing around. I liked that part.

I met Aria in school when I was parking my bicycle, but she wasn't as happy as yesterday. She looked like she wanted a hug. I stood and opened my arms widely. She didn't hesitate to hug me back. "What's wrong?" I asked.

She sighed, "Adam missed his flight," She pulled back, and continued talking, "I skipped my last period yesterday, and I totally Ignored Calvin's talking -which I'm going to regret- to go and pick up Adam from the airport, but he wasn't there! I called him, and he said he missed the flight. I hate him!" She groaned, we started walking around the garden.

I laughed, "No, you don't. I'm sure he has a good reason to," I assured her, she looked convinced, though. Like I just told her something she already thought of.

"You're probably right, he's not one to miss anything." She said with a small smile on her face, "So, how's your yesterday?"

I laughed, liking her question, "How's my yesterday? Okay, it was– full of work and homework," Homework my butt, I didn't solve most of the problems because I covered for the cook back at the diner. He went on a family emergency, and never came back! What an ass. There's that word again. It reminds me of Calvin.

I wonder what Calvin was thinking, when he fixed my bike. Anyhow, my thanks were in their way.

  "Speaking of yesterday, who was that guy?" I asked her, she tensed, exactly like she did when she saw that British.

She blinked, then chuckled, "What guy? Haha, you're funny. Pfft, haha, guy she said," I glared at her, and she stopped laughing.

  "That British guy, you ran from," I raised an eyebrow at her. Her shoulders fell, and she sighed.

Biting her lip, she hesitated, "Okay, I'll tell you why. Lunch?" I wanted to know now!

I nodded, "Okay," as we entered the school.

***

The music class has come to an end, the teacher was passing assignments, each group was given a sheet of a classic to rehearse on.

I was packing my stuff, when the other students started leaving. I could see the teacher approaching me, "Rosalie, good job today," She told me, I have her a smile.

  "Thank you,"

She nodded, clutching her books to her chest, "Have you ever thought about singing as a career? I mean, I know that you're not an heir, so it's possible for you to be a singer," That made me chuckle.

   "I'm not that good, and even if I was it's highly unlikely to be a well known singer. Plus, I'm interested in something else," I had an ambition, and I plan to do whatever it takes to make it come true.