Switching Places

12. Chloe

This is also in Chloe's point of view! 

   I woke up to the smell of bacon. It was drifting into the bedroom through the open door. 

   "Ugh, that smells good," I groaned, and rolled out of bed. I made my way to the kitchen, rubbing sleep put of my eyes as I went.

   Blair was standing over the stove, placing some cooked bacon onto plate's that already had pancakes on them.

   "That look's delicious," I said, startling him.

   "Good morning, have a seat." he said, and pulled a seat out for me at the table. "I thought you could use a nice breakfast after a night like that."

   "I should make sure Tyler got out okay first." I said, and made to leave the kitchen, but Blair put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

   "He left when I was cooking breakfast. Didn't say anything, just walked out the door. I don't think you'll be hearing much of him now." he said.

   "Oh, good. Then lets enjoy this nice breakfast, thank you."

   We ate in silence for a while, just enjoying the food. I stopped chewing my bacon when I heard a noise.

   "Do you hear that?" I asked Blair. It was a faint ringing sound.

   "I think its just your phone, calm down."

   "I better go get it," i sighed. When I reached the bedroom, the phone stopped ringing, and started again a second later. Whoever it was didn't want me to miss their call.

   "Hello?" I said when I picked it up.

   "Chloe where the hell have you been!?" Was screamed into my ear when I picked up. I closed the bedroom door so Blair wouldn't hear our conversation and then sat on the bed.

   "What do you mean where have I been? I've been her all night." I told her.

   "You didn't answer my call last night and it took you forever to answer this one."

   "Last night was crazy, I couldn't be there to answer it because Tyler came here drunk and I found out he's been cheating on you with Dana." I paused, before adding my next thought. "You didn't leave me a message so it must not have been that important."

   "I knew that bitch was sleeping with him. She was always asking me what I do with Tyler, probably because she wanted him to herself and didn't want me to sleep with him. And what are you talking about? I did you leave you a message last night." Promise said.

   "No you didn't. The notification would have been there and it wasn't."

   "Ugh, I left you a message. Just go into the voice mail and listen to it. I'm supposed to be in the shower right now, I'm wasting water. I'll call you back when I'm done." Before I got a chance to say anything else, she hung up.

   "What a freak," I whispered and searched the phone for the voice mail. Just as she said, there was a call from last night, but the notification was gone, meaning someone besides me listened to it first.

   Blair.

   Last night he was hiding something behind his back when I came into the room. I was to tired to find out what it was, and just fell asleep. I quickly put the phone to my ear and listened to Promise's message.

   "Chloe, Promise here. Listen. I know you told me to stay away from Alec, but I think he's hiding something. I over heard something at the soccer game last week, I've tried to forget about it, but I can't, and I'm going to try and get closer to him to figure it out. Anyways, where the hell are you? You always answer my calls. Call me back. Bye."

  If Blair listened to that, then he has got to know I'm not Promise. I mean, how can you not, when she says 'Chloe, Promise here.' at the beginning of her message. I walked out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen. Everything was really quiet all of the sudden. The plates from breakfast were still sitting on the table, both still with food left on them. Where did Blair go?

   "Who are you?" a deep voice said from behind me. I jumped and turned around. Blair was standing in the doorway pointing a bread knife at me. "Where is Promise?"

   "Blair, put the knife down." I said as calmly as I could. My voice shook a bit with fear, the look in his eyes was scary. Like if he thought I was a threat he wouldn't hesitate to throw the knife at me.

   "I'm not going to put it down till you tell me who you are. I should have known you we not Promise a couple week ago, when you were twiddling your thumbs. She never does that. After that message last night, I wanted to make sure you weren't her. So I made the pancakes and bacon. Promise hates that food. She only eats healthy." he took a step forward and I took one backwards.

   "You're right. I'm not her. I'm her sister Chloe." i said.

   "Promise doesn't have a sister." another step forward, another step backwards.

   "She does. We're twins. We were separated at birth. She was adopted into a nice family, and I was put into foster care. I just moved here last year, and happened to run into Promise at the coffee shop."

   "Promise doesn't have a sister." he said again, but this time the knife dropped a little bit, like he was thinking what I was saying is true.

   "How would i look so much like her, and not be her twin? I found our birth certificates in the attic here when we had the sleepover a couple weeks ago. I left the room at night to find a quiet place to talk to Promise on the phone, and found a bunch of papers there. You have to believe me. Blair please, put the knife down." 

   He reached the kitchen counter top, and set the knife down on it. then he ran his hands over his face, and into his hair, messing it up even more. He sighed before speaking.

   "I would like to see her."

   "Okay. We can go to the coffee shop. I will call her. We can go in an hour."

   "No, now. Call her now and tell her to stop whatever she's doing and go there. You're going to drive us. Hurry up."

   I ran to the bedroom and called Promise, telling her simply that Blair knows and meet us at the coffee shop. I quickly changed out of my pj's and into some nice clothes, and brushed my teeth. I put on a baggy sweater as well, so know one would be able to tell at the coffee shop that we are twins. This still has to stay a secret, even if Blair knows. He can't tell anyone.