Sororities (NaNoWriMo)

Chapter 15

Recap from Chapter 14:

Welcome to TickleWorld, Lillian of the United States of America. (dramatic music)

After a few minutes of playing with Lillian, I grabbed my laptop. I pulled up my classes, which mainly ran online since Ms. Vlaydon ran the school. I noticed English was as blabbery as usual, just one thing was missing. Emily. Oh yeah, she was gone until Ms. Vlaydon was gone forever. 

I paced around my room, trying not to think of my personal problems, but a huge cliffhanger for my book, which is due in English class next time. I will be sending it via email. I was about finished with my book, which was receiving many reads a day. It was currently at 48, 543, 210 reads. I was proud. Not only had the majority of Wattpad, my English teacher, and the class read my book, but so had a Sourcebooks editor. He wants to publish it. 

I looked online, a series written by a British woman named Natasha Preston. Her cliffhanger was perfect, and left the readers on the edge of their seats. It had imagery, while bringing you to the cliff’s end, ready to start a new beginning. 

Chapter 50 - Final Chapter (copyrighted)

I was ready, to finish my senior year in college with flying colors. All I had to do was kiss my teacher’s butts and learn what makes them raise my grade. I pulled on my Ray-Bands, blue T-shirt and blue jeans, throwing on my MIT sweatshirt on top. I combed my brown hair to straight, and walked out to my boyfriend. 

I was there. He was not. 

Then I saw him.

He was sitting underneath someone, a girl. She had her knees on either side of his legs, while Caleb was kissing her on the neck. He opened his eyes, and saw me. My eyes started to tear up, rushing back into the dorm. He threw the girl off, and chased after me. Before he could reach me, I was locking my door and crying my eyes. 

“Kaylee, I can explain.” He pleaded with me, but it didn’t work. Nothing could wash away that image I just saw. 

I sat there, quietly, motionless, trying to figure out what I should do next. I couldn’t just leave it at that. My fans would hate me. I closed my laptop and grabbed a banana before heading back to Jack’s room. 

He was awake, sitting straight up in his bed, looking tired. Dang it, now I have to give up my banana-phone. 

I handed the banana to him, and he took it willingly. He’s slept the past three days, what do expect from him? 

“Hey, you took my banana-phone!” I yelped, smiling and brushing the hair out of his eyes. He looked better that way. 

“I have been sleeping for ... “ He started to say, but since he just woke up, he didn’t know how many days he has been sleeping for. 

“3 days. Fine, but still.” I gave him a kid-slap. 

“Oh, it’s on Conley.” He announced, and soon we were lying on the bed, tickling each other. I ran off and locked my bedroom door, before hearing a banging. 

“Loser!” He screamed. I opened the door a little and poked him. 

“Winner!” I replied, and there was nothing else.

Not even a peep.

I again opened the door to check to see if my boyfriend was still out there. He was, and he attacked me before I could do anything. 

Now I am a member of Tickleland, KARMA!

3 hours later...

I stood there, in a velvet evening dress Chris’ manager bought for me. We are going out on a yacht in celebration of the new Thor movie high tidal waves of incoming profits. Yes, my “dad” owns a yacht. 

I was helped aboard by a cute assistant, flirtily throwing a wink at me to show his care. Maybe he knows my “dad” is Chris Hemsworth, and wants a promotion. I dropped my handbag on accident, and instead of the cute assistant, Jack picked it up. 

“No, little miss flirt.” He whispered in my ear, as we walked into the yacht. 

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I studied the interior of the yacht for a while, before sitting my butt down in one of the recliners, looking out onto the ocean. It’s not like I never see the ocean, just when it’s nighttime and the water is all sparkly, it’s really pretty. 

“Whatcha starin at, beautiful?” The cute assistant asked me, taking the recliner next to me, the one I was hoping Jack would take. Jack was still admiring the glass chandeliers, like he had never seen one in his life. 

“The ocean.” I replied, trying to look away from his dashing good looks by focusing on the sea. His eyes were so pretty. Shut up, Brain!

“Dude, why are you sitting my girlfriend?” I heard Jack ask, and a gasp came from the assistant. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I thought she was single. Call me Derek.” Derek responded after the slight shock that I was taken. Why would he think I was single?

Derek finally moved, attending Chris’ brother Liam and his wife Natalie in the corner of the yacht, who were currently making out. Jack sat down, and pulled out his laptop. He kissed me, then something happened. He looked a little shunned. 

“How did you shock me through your lips?” He asked, and I immediately remembered. I guess kissing that golden ball of good luck was not that lucky. It just meant shocking my boyfriend. 

“Sorry.” I replied, turning back to my soulmate, the ocean. I am not a mermaid, though. I just really like it. 

“It’s okay. I think I see Will Ferrell over there.” Jack was peering over the rows of famous heads, blabbering and / or kissing each other. I pulled back into his seat. 

“Famous people don’t like it when you go up to them and just start fan-talking. Stay here and wait for one to talk to you.” I told him, and he went into his whimpering mode. I saw Kelly Clarkson entering and heading over towards me. I smiled and she ran over to me as fast as she could in 5-inch heels. 

“Alex! How are you?” She asked, taking a seat in the recliner next to me. 

“Great. How’s your tour going, Kel?” I asked her.

“Perfect. My last album just went multi-platinum.” 

“That’s superb.” 

“You know it. So who’s this charming fellow?” 

“Kelly, this is my boyfriend Jack Corbin. Jack, this is Kelly Clarkson.” 

“Hello Jack.” Kelly stuck out her hand for Jack to shake and he did.

“Hi Kelly.”

“So, Jack, what have you done to my sweet Alex?” 

“Nothing.”

“Good, cause you need to until you’re married. I have to go. Blake’s calling.”

“Bye.”

I turned back to Jack, who was licking his lips like he was waiting for a kiss.

“No.”

“Fine.”

After that, we went over to the restaurant that was serving fondue in little pots. We ate up, then Chris and Mom drove us home. 

I crashed. Today had been a long one with the tickle fights and I still had bruises from Lillian’s claws (fingernails). I laid down, grabbing my Kindle, but fell asleep before even getting to the next page.