Girl Online: Secrets

Chapter Thirty-Two

Sooo I decided to publish the draft chapters I made...

But it doesn't mean that I'm going to continue this book or whatever.. It's still on hold.

~ Meow5210 🌹

Next day, I quickly call Cam and Tommy and then I start packing my bags to leave for England. The triplets watch me in silence, obviously disappointed.

"I can't bear to see you go," murmurs Abby.

I sigh and say that I'll miss them, and all four of us do a group hug. Elliot and Courtney walk in at the exact same moment.

"Penny.."

I look up to see Elliot, his face streaked with tears. He may have changed but he's still my best friend.

"Elliot.." I let the girls go and hug Elliot and Court now - putting a little note in his back pocket.

"Hey.." he takes out the note after I let go and examines it carefully, "What's this number?"

"My number. There are no excuses now." I manage to crack a small smile and he grins back.

"Don't worry. I won't forget this time."

I nod, pretending to believe him.

×××××××

"Here - I packed a few snacks for you. In case you get hungry."

Downstairs, all five of them follow me into the front door, where Ayuka is waiting for me. She's clutching a small bag filled with small chocolates and other snacks. She passes it to me as if I'm a kid going to school for the first time.

I smile gratefully and put the snacks in my bag as Ayuka and I do a quick, awkward hug, still not really used to each other.

"It was really awesome meeting you. And not just 'cause your famous and everything. Obviously."  Ayuka suddenly flushes pink, embarrassed for some reason. I just grin for the hundredth time today - and then let the tears come.

×××××××

Elliot volunteers to drop me off at the airport. I quickly put on my basic disguise (Some sunglasses, a hat that covers my hair and make-up to cover my freckles) and hop inside the car.

The journey there is pretty awkward, as things between me and Elliot aren't looking too good at the moment. There was no one to start the conversation - meaning no Ayuka, no Courtney, no A&A&A.

"Sooo...." I begin awkwardly (At least Elliot is used to that - my awkwardness, I mean).

"How are things between you and Noah?" he suddenly says just as I was about to say Nice weather today.

I stare at him coldly, but he doesn't notice as his eyes are fixed on the road.

"You know how things are between me and Noah," I whisper angrily under my breath.

"Mmm. I haven't seen everything on the news, you know." he glances at me while we stop at the traffic light, "Has he found someone? Again?"

"No!" I say, more hopefully than certainly.

"Have you?"

"NO! I mean, y-yes! I mean..."

I stammer awkwardly and Elliot chuckles.

What is wrong with this guy?

"Well, we're here."

I look out the window to see the airport in front of us.

I quickly check if my hair and freckles aren't visible and leave.

"Hey..." Elliot looks at me with his mouth open, ready to say something, put thinks better of it. "Anyway, have a good flight. And break up with that guy, whoever he may be."

"Er..."

What do you say to that?

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Noah's PoV

"Mummy said there'll be presents for us!" Camilla says as we're eating dinner.

"I hope she gives us money, not presents, so we can buy the stuff! I mean, 'presents' might mean clothes," Tommy replies.

I roll my eyes. "You already have a bunch of toys and video games, that sort. I think that clothes would be way better as you'd actually have something to wear before laundry day," I point at his jam-stained top and his muddy trousers.

"Whatever," he mutters.

All of a sudden my phone vibrates in my pocket, meaning someone either texted or is calling. I quickly check.

"Posey," I whisper, "Be right back."

I leave the kids alone for a second as I answer the incoming call.

"Posey? Why are you calling?"

"Hello to you too," she says sarcastically, "I wanted to.. Talk."

"Um.." I say uncomfortably. I have an idea of what she might wanna talk about. "Not now. I'm busy."

"Noah, but the ki--"

I hang up and join the kids in the kitchen.

I know; what I did was wrong. Bit I seriously don't want to talk about it. It's cringe-y enough on its own.