Chapter 29
"Kitty Cat.." I heard Oscar whisper. I groaned and went back to sleep. He gently shook me, I groaned and sat up glaring at him.
"I'm not even gonna ask how you got the key to my suite." I muttered.
"Well then.. I guess someone's not happy to see me." Oscar joked, holding his hands up in surrender. He got up and walked away. I grabbed his hand and made him sit back down.
"No! Of course I'm happy to see you, but why'd you wake me up at 9am?" I asked looking at my phone. Yea, I haven't responded to anyone's messages in a while. I'm gonna have to make it up to them for that.
I haven't received that much messages from Uncle Marcie, he probably only wanted me out of the house, so he can sneak in his so called "girlfriend". I never approved on her. The way she dressed was just not right, she smelt like cigars, she's an alcoholic, and well to make this shorter and not to give anyone nightmares. She's a skank.
One time Uncle Marcie left me alone with her and she threatened me, I showed her right though. Bitch is gonna think twice before messing with Catherine Pierce.
If Uncle Marcie wants a girlfriend, I can set him up with someone better, and someone I would actually approve on.
"Cat!" Oscar yelled, making me snap out of my thoughts. Again. I shook my head snd looked over at him.
"Sorry what?"
"Your voice is better!" Oscar exclaimed, my eyes went wide. YES! My voice is better!
"Oh my god! It is! It's better!" I screeched, I jumped up and down and gave Oscar a huge hug.
"Well this is good because I woke you up so we can spend a little Oscar and Cat time. You know.. Now that you forgave Neymar, I figured you'd be spending more time with him now."
I gave him a weird look, more time with Neymar? What's up with Oscar today?
"Is Neymar a threat to you? And how'd you know I forgave him?" I asked, giving him a puzzled look.
"Maybe.. I mean we did get pretty close, I just don't want to lose one of my best friends.. And it was just a guess, I was right." Oscar answered, what? That doesn't make any sense. I ignored how he knew I forgave Neymar and went to the fact that he finds Neymar as a threat.
"Are you serious? I thought you and Neymar were tight. I would always see pictures of you two smiling and laughing. Unless you guys are fakes and only doing it for publicity.." I pointed out.
"Tight? Used to be. Fakes? Not even close."
I held my hands up in surrender.
"Sorry! That was one of the possibilities I came up with. But, what happened? Why aren't you guys close anymore?"
"Cat.. This isn't how I want to spend our Oscar and Cat time." Oscar whined, I shook my head and stood up.
"Right! Sorry, ok what do you have planned?" I asked, clapping my hands in excitement. Oscar laughed a littled. I gave him a playful glare and crossed my arms. "What?"
"Nothing.. Nothing.." Oscar said smiling, I cocked on eyebrow and gave him a stern look. "It's just, you get excited over the smallest things. It's cute."
"Well thank you. It's one of my best qualities."
I smiled flipping my hair. Oscar laughed a little, I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Ok! What do you have planned?!"
"Breakfast." Oscar answered, I laughed a little.
"You know breakfast isn't that exciting, but I could eat."
"I can't give you your actual surprise until later after your modelling gig." Oscar explained, I nodded understanding. Wait.. What? Not another surprise.. Ugh! Lord have mercy.
"Did I mention I hate surprises?"
"Cat.. Go get dress." Oscar calmly ordered, I groaned and stomped my way to the bathroom. I didn't bother with the shower, we had practice in an hour and who would shower before a workout. That's a nono.
I put on: my black nike calf leggings, my baby blue nike sports bra, and my baby blue nike hypervenom phantoms.
Since we weren't going to practice yet, I put on my black pullover sweater. I took my Brazil duffle gym bag and packed: my makeup, my blow dryer, and my clothes in for later when I leave practice early. I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, and then tied it up in a ponytail.
"Ready?" Oscar asked, as I stepped out of the bathroom.
"Ready."
"I thought you only bring that bag unless you have to go somewhere and dressed." Oscar asked, I nodded.
"Yea.. I have to practice my modelling remember?"
"Oh yeaa!" Oscar smirked, I rolled my eyes and pushed him to the door. "You gonna do that cat walk, run your legs doing the cat walk.."
Oscar started laughing, I dropped my jaw.
"Yea! Keep up with those jokes and I'll vomit all over you." I threatened, Oscar smirked and held his hands up in surrender.
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