TOXIC

Chapter Seven

Mom and dad are having dinner by themselves at the table as I get into the house. I notice Peyton's not there with them. Both of my parents look surprised when they see me with all these expensive shopping bags and a face paint on my face.

"Is that Gucci... Prada, LV, Dior-", Rosie mumbles the rest of the products as she approaches me and eyeing the stuffs I'm holding.

"Did your boyfriend buy you these?", Rosie asks in disbelief.

"You have a boyfriend?", dad asks right after.

I sigh and ignore them completely. It's been a day and I don't want to be rude but I'm really tired. I don't feel like giving explanations to them since it's more complicated than they could ever think of. I go upstairs completely silent and leave the two of them at the table.

I throw all my bags in my room and burst directly into Peyton's. She doesn't bother to even look at my face. She has her headsets in and focusing on reading her novel. I apologize to her for what happened earlier at school but she keeps quiet. My patience by now is already thinning and I unplug her headset to grab her attention. She finally looks at me with her ugliest resting bitch face. Her facial expression changes within seconds when she sees my face full of make-up. I know deep down she's also curious what happened between me and Harry.

I apologize to her, speaking my heart out. I now have the guts to tell her the whole truth. I start by stating the reason I bit her, then moving on to how I actually hate Kylie. She gets more and more interested as I spill the tea. I also tell her about what happened at Perrie's party last week, Harry having sex with Kylie and he started blackmailing me and now I'm his servant. I can see how her mood has changed by now.

"That was hell of a story. Now what on Earth is on your face?", she examines my face. I forgot to tell her about today. She screams in excitement when she knows Harry took me shopping and immediately jumps out of her bed and run into my room. Her jaw drops as she sees my room trashed with expensive stuffs everywhere.

"Oh. My. God. I officially envy you this time."

I'm glad that we can actually talk through our problems and solve this together. What I did was terrible but fortunately Peyton forgives me. Besides, having somebody close to talk to actually makes me feel a whole lot better. After tidying up all my belongings, Peyton and I have dinner together and we chit-chat the whole time. Later on she goes to sleep earlier than the usual since she is tired today, and I don't want to bother her anymore.

I go to my room and look at the time. It's already 10 p.m. I should really go to sleep. I spread my blanket and turn on my sleeping lamp. I see Louis' picture on my nightstand and I star reminiscing again. That reminds me to meet Perrie and find information as much as I could.

I take out my cellphone and think of a nice way to begin chatting with Perrie. It takes about 5 minutes for me to finally find the right words to start the conversation. She replies immediately and we converse for several minutes. We've agreed on meeting at the Beachwood Café, she says they make the best coffee in town. I'm so excited to meet her again.

Suddenly I remember, what am I going to say to her? I haven't prepared the questions yet.

I jump out of my bed and open my laptop directly. I type in the questions that I've always wanted to know in detail. First of all, definitely about Harry Styles. He's my boss and I need to know his basic information. Next, Louis Tomlinson. I need to know his background and match it with the Louis I know. If he really is my childhood best friend that I've been in love with, I'm not going to miss this chance. Oh, and if Perrie's willing to tell literally everything, I'm kind of curious about Kylie... but is it appropriate, though? Uh, whatever. I don't think I can even say a word when I see her, I'll probably just listen to whatever she has to say. I hate my low self-esteem.