Walk on the Wild Side

Chapter 11: You Can Call Me Queen Bee and Baby I'll Rule

>< Natasha ><

"So, how did it go?" Fenella trilled when I arrived back on Sunday morning. I gave her a smug look and shrugged. I threw my bag onto my bed and collapsed onto it, staring up at the ceiling. I did feel bad about what I said to Logan and our argument that followed. Ever since my Dad had abandoned our family, I had always felt insecure about being good enough. It seemed that I had always blamed myself for him leaving, judging by our last conversation together, he made his feelings towards me crystal clear.

"It was pretty good." I smirked, brushing away the thoughts of my father and my stupid insecurities, instead choosing to remember, the stunning wedding of Logan's brother. When I had told Logan that we could one day be in Jason and Kira's position I hadn't imagined the dizzying effect it would have on me. The mere thought of getting married to Logan, of wearing the perfect white dress, of walking down the aisle and seeing Logan at the end of it, wearing a perfect four piece suit in some gothic church somewhere. It sent butterflies to my stomach and my heart swelled at the prospect.

"Just 'pretty good'?" Fenella mimicked me with an overly high-pitched squealing voice. If anybody else had spoken to me that way, I would've slapped them. Well, not physically. I don't like to get my hands dirty, but I would've destroyed her socially. But with Fen, I just burst into laughter.

"Shut up, I don't talk like that." I laughed, "but yeah, it was fantastic." My grin became shy and my cheeks flushed.

"Girl, you got it bad." She dropped her horrific attempt of my voice and adopted a slightly ghetto accent. I chuckled but didn't disagree with because how could I when she was right? It was why I was so insecure and protective over him, making sure that everyone that he was mine, like they didn't know already. Well that and my Dad.

"So, anything happen while I was away?" I brushed aside the depressing thoughts of my dad and his betrayal and focused on what I was best at; running the school. Fenella seemed to think for a moment before her face dropped in realisation. She shook her head and beamed at me, the worry spilling through.

"No, nothing!" She chirped, but I was obviously unconvinced.

"What happened, Fenella?" I warned, standing up to glare down at her. She refused to meet my gaze, let alone answer, so I snapped at her again, "Fenella!" She flinched and looked up at me, her eyes flickering from side to side. She opened her mouth a couple of times as she chose what to say but was cut off by a knock at the door. We both snapped our heads to see who it was.

The door creaked open and a small figure emerged through it, striding confidently into the room. Her bleached blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail which reached the middle of her back. She wore a pair of denim short shorts and a black crop top, topped with a floral patterned kimono and a pair of white converses with those stupid lace socks. She slapped gum and tapped on her phone with a bored expression.

"The hell are you doing here?" I blurted, refraining my curses. She looked up at me with a smirk, pocketing her phone in the back of her shorts.

"Nice to see you too, sis." She remarked and we fell into an unbearably tense silence. Which Fenella broke after a few minutes.

"So when did you get here, Josephine?" She asked. I felt bad for her, being shoved into the middle of this family reunion. Jo didn't look her way as she answered. But she knew that Jo was here, and she wasn't going to tell me.

"'Bout a couple of hours ago. I was looking for you, Tashy Washy." She mocked with a pout and I started towards her but Fen's arm held me back by my waist.

"Don't freaking call me that. Now why are you here?" I fought against Fenella's hold as Jo's attention fell to her nails.

"Well, you know how our dear mother, Cecilia, was offered a promotion in Beijing-" She looked to me for confirmation. Mum had never told me a thing about any kind of promotion. A sharp stab of hurt shot through me at the news that Mum had shared something with Josephine but not me. I shake my head once and at my confused expression, she smirked.