Chemistry (Otis Milburn)

32 (Otis's P.O.V)

I turned the keys into the lock of my front door. The house was dead silent, so I knew my mother wasn't home yet. The smell of freshly baked cookies still occupied the house from earlier that morning when my mother had baked a fresh batch. I ran up the stairs into my room in preparation to tidy up since Vivienne was going to stay with me. I pulled my blue curtains that hung effortlessly on my window to let in some sunlight . 

As I was cleaning, I realized that it took me until now to process the fact that I was friends with someone so well-known and liked-even more on the fact that they chose to be my friend and genuinely cared for me. I had never processed it until now because I had never seen her as 'Vivienne Parker, the supermodel,' but rather just- Vivienne.

Nevertheless, I was worried about her.

It has been so difficult for me to look at her for the past weeks because those kind eyes had been replaced with fear. I had tried countless times to convince her that it is okay to tell me what is going on, but she is too stubborn not to. 

Suddenly, I remembered some things she had told me.

"I want to believe it's safer for the both of us at school."

"Because it's not-safe."

Safe? Was Vivienne in actual danger? I was mad at myself for not realizing that these were small cries for help- or at least they seemed like they were. Maybe Vivienne didn't want me to know because she was being threatened? But how? Celebrities are protected and there are people who make sure nothing happens to them- right?

I took a seat on the corner of my bed and began to think of what it could possibly be that is happening or potentially could happen to her, but nothing came to mind. Her coming to school sleep deprived and paranoid, claiming she had a stalker, not to mention also looking out for me all the time and mentioning how she wanted to keep me safe. Why was I the one she was protecting? 

I quickly stood up from my bed. 

Am I the one in danger?