Chapter 39 | This Is What I Do With Juice
This chapter was hard to write because there's just so many things that can happen, but they have to fit with my characters personalities. Hope you like it though! (And thanks for #1 in hashtag lifechanging and also 5k reads!)
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Victoria doesn't miss the hurt on my face, for her electric, lustful eyes open during their session of locking lips. Once she spots my reaction that occurred, her optics glint malevolently, which fortunately on her part everyone misses as they hurriedly snap shut.
On another note, apparently I'm not the only one flabbergasted by the uncalled for kissing fiesta between Noah and Victoria. Taylor groans, features arranging in a stalwart array of shock and disgust.
"I really don't want to see you guys shoving each other's tongues down your throats," she comments, voice purposefully loud. She's intent on getting their attention, and for what I think I can take a guess.
It's been a while since Noah hung out with Victoria. Now that they're back doing their hook up thing, it's awkward for all of us whom aren't expecting it.
I sure didn't.
Victoria doesn't verbally answer Taylor's comment, instead simply raising one hand from Noah's neck to flip her the bird.
Irritated at the hostility towards his girlfriend, Sam's face rearranges into a scowl. "Chill out Victoria," he rumbles.
Victoria reluctantly pulls away from Noah's lips, shooting the lot of us a contentious glare. Her eyes are directed at me specifically however, laser eyed stare boaring into my skin. I'm tempted to shiver and wipe the feeling of her eyes off of me, but I refrain so she doesn't misinterpret and feel like she won before anything even starts.
"Control your pests, loser," she remarks snarkily, her piercing crescendo monotonous to my uninterested ears.
Surprisingly, I don't have a comeback to her words.
Okay, let me rephrase that. I always have a comeback. However, my mind seems to be over calculating things. It's on overdrive, and the feeling that courses through me even now after they finish kissing makes everything too surreal.
With my thoughts in semi-order, I realize it's smarter to just not say anything to avoid worsening the situation. Normally I act before I think, but due to the fog of confusion directed towards my feelings in my mind, it restricts me from using a comeback.
To my dismay, Victoria immediately notices my lack of retaliation. "What, cat got your tongue?"
"Obviously someone else has yours," Taylor mutters through an eye roll of vexation. I barely hear her through my audits, for my attention is trained to the sinewy and toned body of Noah. He avoids everyone's accusing and questioning gazes, which alone is out of character. Nevertheless, he betrayed me and my trust so I refuse to acknowledge him further.
Victoria leans forward, drawing attention to herself with crazed eyes now wild with fury and smugness. "Shut it Taylor. I'm not talking to you so bud out."
Taylor opens her mouth for a presumably nasty rebuttle, but I cut her off by gently placing my arm on her shoulder. During the silent exchange I still remain focused on Victoria the whole time, never wavering in our eye contest of hate.
Here's the part where people yell at me to say, 'hate is a strong word.' Those people have probably never experienced sitting in a room with her and her revolting personality or are too envious and never have seen past her expensive beauty to care.
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