Handling His Existence

•• Chapter Eleven ••

Chapter Eleven: Handling The Meeting.

"You're fidgeting."

"I'm not!" I yelped, immediately running my sweaty palms on my jeans.

"Kailee," She said softly, now placing her hand on my shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Sasha," I gulped, "Everything's great. Um, where were you these past few days?"

She looked taken aback, now warily looking around the school parking lot, "I had some problems at home with Laura."

I nodded, biting my lip as my eyes moved around the nearly-empty school. School had ended ten minutes ago, and all students had already ran away from this fresh Hell. Considering it's already Friday, I don't blame them.

"Hey guys!" Daniel's voice boomed from across the parking lot, while he came running towards us, "Sorry you had to wait so long. Lena wouldn't leave. Anyway, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Sasha asked, her sleek black hair being flipped over her shoulder.

My jaw nearly fell off as Daniel spoke, "We're going to meet Vanessa—my party decorator—to discuss the details of Lena's birthday bash."

"Lena's having a birthday bash? Why wasn't I told about this?" Sasha frowned, looking between us two, "And Vanessa wasn't your girlfriend?"

"Well, come on, then," Daniel grinned, now unlocking his car, "Let's go."

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"Daniel!" Vanessa exclaimed once she caught sight of us walking towards her, "Oh, thank God you all came."

Daniel hugged her petite frame tightly, her reddish hair fairly suiting her, "This needs to be perfect, I'm counting on you."

"Oh, it will," Vanessa smiled reassuringly, now taking a seat on the simple bakery table, "Ah, Kailee, so glad you could make it."

I smiled unsurely, "You remember Sasha, don't you?"

"The girl who lashed out at me, how could I forget?" She asked cooley, "Anyway... you said you wanted it to be an astronomic party, right?"

"Oh yeah," Daniel leaned forward, "Lena loves that stuff."

Vanessa nodded, "Well, I've already given you the sketch. You wanted those glow-in-the-dark stars to be planted on the ceiling, the windows lined with the same material and the place to be essentially dark. I've also made arrangements for a fog-machine, as well as those silky balloons you like."

"Why do I feel like there's a 'but' coming along?" Daniel winced.

"But," Daniel rolled his eyes at this, "You still didn't give me a place, Dan."

"I got an offer today!" Daniel jumped up desperately, "Theo Monroe said he knew someone he'd hook us up with. A legit house and all."

"Theo—Theo said so?" I asked dumbly, my brows furrowed together.

"Well, that's great," Sasha grinned, "I'm down for a lit party."