Young Blood ~•~Timothée Chalamet

Chapter 3

"It bleeds me dry to watch you put your lips on hers instead of mine."

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I awoke to the sound of my father's infuriating cries filling the house. "If you ever do that again, Liz, I swear to God!"

I pulled off my sleep mask and stretched my arms out.

"Carter, my love," my mother's pleading voice wept from the hallway.

"No, she could have left by herself. You didn't need to go with her. She's not a baby."

"Violet was hysterical."

"So?"

I fainted back on my mattress, squashing the pillow to my ear. Make them stop.

But they roared on for enough time that I felt myself dozing off again.

•••

"Miss Violet...Miss Violet," My eyes fluttered open to Carmen's voice.

"I'm up, what time is it?" I groaned.

"Late, Violet." Carmen stated while gathering dirty clothes from my floor. "Jade, your friend, has her festival today. It's already 11:30."

"Shit!" I jumped from my bed and ran into my closet.

I only had thirty minutes to throw myself together.

•••

I managed to get ready and drive over there in just enough time. I was fumbling with the buttons on my top while walking down the sidewalk. The entrance was only a few feet away.

A homeless man was perched on the ground near the corner. He held a sign. Anything helps. A small dog nestled it's head into the man's side. They looked hopeless sitting there in the Los Angeles heat. The least I could have done with all my father's money was to spare it to someone who actually needed it. I left the man a hundred dollar bill in his pan.

"God bless you, dear."

I smiled down at him with pity.

I turned and opened the building door, hoping for a better day; a day where I could not worry about all the shenanigans at home and just focus on my dear friend. Some alone time with Jade was a small token of reward.

There were students crowded around various sections of the lobby area. I felt lost in this gestation of film buffs.

There were paintings scattered across the walls in some temptation of gallery decoration. Splatters of paint against plain cream canvases. They were simple because the real art here was to be watched.

I felt anxious just standing around trying to pick out Jade in the crowd. I didn't know anyone here. I passed a few bodies, finding my way into a corner with more paintings on the wall. No one was over here except one tall brunette.

Fuck me.

I wanted to do everything in my power to avoid that boy, but it seemed that fate had other plans for the two of us. I turned my body around and tried to scurry away before he could take notice of me. Suddenly, a hand grabbed at my arm. "Violet," Jade buzzed, "there you are."