The Lucky One

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

"You look like you just died!" Vivienne exclaimed as I lay there, panting on the ground.

I swore, I probably kissed the floorboards, happy to be alive as I'd crashed there. Although my knees were aching from crashing onto the wooden floors, I didn't mind though. I rolled back onto my back and looked up at Viv's face, towering over me. She stuck out her hand and helped me up.

"Water, must have water." I said, panting. 'Also, ice pack?" I asked, showing her my swollen ankle and my knees which would probably go blue, purple and black by tomorrow. 

"Derek again?" she sighed, heading into the kitchen as I helped myself to a seat on her couch.

"He's crazy..."

"I don't get why you have to spend the rest of your life with him simply because of a little favour his family did for you a long, long time ago...." she said, coming out with a glass of water and ice pack in her hands.

"You can't call saving my dad's life a little favour you know," I sighed as I put the ice pack on my ankle and gulped down some water.

"I hear word going around, you're dating some rich guy?" she asked.

Did she have to say it while I was drinking? I spat out the water all over the carpet before managing to cough up the rest of the water trapped in my mouth.

"D-d-dating!?" I shrieked.

"You're not?"

"Of course I'm not!" I exclaimed.

"Oh well, okay then, I was just wondering." she laughed.

"Oh yeah, I have this function I'm going to because I got a new job!"

"Really? That's cool, what function though?"

"Do you wanna come?"

"Really? I can come? What job is it? Sure I'll come." she grinned happily.

"Modelling..." I said slowly, wondering what her reaction would be like.

"I knew you'd make it one day!" she squealed.

"I'm a midget," I laughed.

"Do you want to sleep over tonight because, well, I don't feel good sending you home just in case Derek gets you on the way..." she said, looking uneasy.

"I need to be at my house because I have to get ready for the thing tomorrow and stuff. Can you stay over at my place? And take some stuff to wear tomorrow to the function?" 

"Oh, sure, so do you want me to drive you home now? It's already six. I don't like going out late, especially near your apartments, creeps me out." 

"Okay, let's go." I said, hobbling up out of the house.

I waited close to the door while Vivienne hauled out a huge bag of what I assumed would be her 'necessities' for the night and tomorrow's function. Where was she going? A three year holiday? After managing to squash her bag into the back seat of the car, she helped me limp over into the passenger seat before getting into her seat and starting her engine.

Her car was comfy, it was new, a graduation gift from her parents. I hadn't seen my parents in a while, I'd go back sometime this month during uni break. Derek's car was a piece of junk, despite coming from an extremely rich family. His parents didn't give him anything, they couldn't trust him with money and they barely gave him allowance, all of which he spent on stupid things. I was meant to keep him in control, but I've been through enough crap to have a reason to ditch him. 

We finally arrived at the house and I held the bag with an arm over Viv's shoulder as she helped me up the many flights of stairs to my apartment. I unlocked the door and dropped the bag on the ground before hanging up my coat. 

"I still can't get how you live here, it's tiny." she said, looking around.

"It's actually cozy and more spacious, I've just got so much stuff lying around. I'll clean it up later." I laughed. "Do you want to take a shower first? I'll get dinner ready." I offered, sticking my hands into the pockets of my jeans.

"Ha-ha no." she said sarcastically. "I've tasted your cooking. It's called 'food posioning.' I'll cook. You go shower and fix up your ankle and your knees and whatever else happened to you." she laughed, playfully pushing me away from the ktichen.

I quickly took a shower and got changed before sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I carefully bandaged over my ankle. My knees were alright, they didn't need any bandaging. I got up and started walking. My ankle was a lot better, I could walk without cringing. There was a loud *crunch, click* sound as I walked. Did that just come from my knee? I wondered.

I ignored it and followed the smell wafting out from the kitchen.

"Whee! What's for dinner?" I asked, throwing myself onto the chair at the kitchen table.

"Rice...and beef." she laughed. 

We sat down and spoke with our mouths full of food. 

"So, that guy you saved, he got you the job?" she asked, looking up at me.

"Yeah." I replied, stuffing my mouth with yet another spoonfull of food.

"He likes you, right?" she asked, laughing.

I nearly choked on my rice and only barely managed to spit it out before actually dying.

"Are you kidding? The guys a billionaire or something? He took me to his house, it's like the president's house, just a million times bigger!" I exclaimed. 

"So?" 

"His friend pretty much told me he'd had fifteen girlfriends so far this year. It's been half a year only! Do you really think a player like that would like me?"

"So you like his friend? You've told me about how nice he is.. You like him, don't you?" she teased.

"He's alright," I laughed, trying to avoid the subject.

"YOU LIKE HIM!" she exclaimed. "Well, you better dress up well tomorrow! You can impress him!"

"No."

"Why?"

"No."