Little White Lies

Little White Lies :: Every good thing must come to an end

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Chapter Three :: Every good thing must come to an end

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AN HOUR HAS passed after the chat with my father, it was spent mostly with my hand furiously scrolling through my instagram, a natural act of boredom. Thank God, for the unprotected wifi.

I had been ignoring Patrick's messages and calls, who does he think he is. I should've punched him yesterday, God, I will if ever he came in my way.

I had planned to stay here for just two days, since school's going to start on Monday and its just Friday today. Two more hours before the party and my hands are getting tired from scrolling.

During our talk earlier, my father had asked me if I already have something to wear for the party. It is so unlike him, and I'm still not used to it. "Of course," I had said. Then like Travis, the both devil they were, started to joke about what happened three years ago. I remembered smacking him in the arm and punching him playfully. I laughed at the thought.

I stood up from my bed and started to rummage in the closet. I pulled out the cocktail dress I was going to wear, and layed it out on the mattress. It is a black tube dress — I won't dare to wear white again — and has silver linings, beads and gems outlining the corset. It falls two inches above my knees.

I crashed down on the edge of the bed and I think I sat down on something. It was the one given by Travis. 

I opened the black pouch and a mask came to my view. A masquerade mask?

I remembered saying something to him, "what if some people might recognize me?" Is he for real? Is Travis mocking me? 

I dismissed the thought. He would never do that. What if the party's a masquerade one? Yeah, that's it.

I stared at the mask. It was black too, with silver glitters, studs outlining the sides and black feathers on the left side. I tried it on and it was covering half my face, from my brows to my nose.

Surely, with this mask, no one would recognize me as the lunatic girl who spilled spiked juice to her white dress cause she was so stupid.

Meh, its not like I would socialize with that kind of people anyway. It is so not my thing.

I decided to sleep for a while since I don't have anything else to do. One and a half more hour, still got time.

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Sleeping, and not setting an alarm before, is a stupid move.

Sleeping, and knowing that you're a heavy sleeper by not setting an alarm before, is clearly a stupider move.

I woke up two and a half hours later.

I'm already an hour late. Should I still go?

And just like someone chose to answer my question, my phone buzzed from my pocket. 

"Hello?"

"Andy? Where are you?!" My dad sounded irritated through the other line. I would too if I were him.

"Um," I cleared my throat. "In my room?"

"What?! Andrea Catherine Linhart," Uh-oh.

I scrambled to my feet and put my phone on speaker. "If you're still not here in fifteen minutes—" And the line went off.