Twice The Trouble

Chapter 79: Who Did It?

Stacy

"Lucas, give me your phone."

"What?"

"I said give me your phone!" I ordered, my voice brimming with impatience.

He winced as he fished his phone from his pocket and handed it to me.

It is Friday noon. My black-haired boyfriend invited me to eat lunch with him, so here we were in the university cafeteria, sitting next to each other in the midst of the mingling college students.

His cellphone is the same black color and model as the phone of Sophia, I observed with a smile.

I slid my finger across the screen. My smile widened upon seeing his wallpaper. I was about to comment on it when his phone suddenly vibrated in my palm. Such perfect timing. This was all becoming too easy for me. Just like child's play. I pressed ANSWER on the screen.

"Luke!" The caller squealed. "I missed you so much. Have you missed me?"

I cringed, but hastily composed myself. God, she's annoying. I placed the phone against my ear.

"As his girlfriend, I doubt he's missed you at all," I haughtily told the girl from the other line.

Azalea gasped. "Why do you have Luke's phone!?" she screeched.

I gave a smug laugh. "Because I'm his GIRLFRIEND. Surely you know what that implies, Azalea? Let me spell it out for you: I get to hold his hand, I get to kiss him, I get to go on dates with him. Whenever I want, wherever I want. And you can't do anything to stop me."

The ginger actress/supermodel shrieked her displeasure. "YOU BITCH!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I apologized intensely. "I didn't realize you were talking to yourself."

"Keep your mitts off of my Luke's phone right this instant!" she harshly commanded.

I smiled into the phone. "I am perfectly entitled to use MY boyfriend's devices."

Azalea screamed in exasperation. "I'm hanging up. I have a commercial to do."

"If you put an end to this call, I swear I'll do way more than kiss your precious Luke," I threatened.

She gasped for the second time. "You wouldn't."

"I so would."

"Why did you call, Sta. Ana?" she grunted.

My smile got bigger. "I wanted to have a little chat with you, Azalea. By any chance, have you hired a private stalker to follow me around Orion University? And have you also paid someone to post incriminating pictures of me on the bulletin board? Make sure to answer wisely."

"What. the. fuck."

I made a buzzer sound. "Oops. Wrong answer. Hey, you're an expert on lingerie, aren't you? Which kind of set do you think our dear Luke would prefer this evening: A dove gray chemise or a dark red camisole? If you don't mind, I think a lacy black teddy with elastic garters would be much sexier. Is Luke into kinks? Because I have a penchant for blindfolds and handcuffs--"

"STOP!" Azalea yelled from the other end of the line. "I DON'T HAVE ANY BLOODY CLUE WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, OKAY??" She sounded breathless. "I didn't hire anybody!" she went on.

My full lips twitched. I was on the end of my tether. "Time is ticking, my dear sweet girl. And just to let you know on a personal level: The last time I had sex was fourteen months ago."

From the corner of my eye, I could see Lucas dropping his face into both his palms, looking done.

"I swear I have no idea what you're talking about," said Azalea fiercely. "And don't you dare touch my Luke! He's still a virgin, I'll have you know--"