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Nineteen: Surprises Abroad

Song: Posthumous Forgiveness // Tame Impala

I HAVEN'T EDITED THIS CHAPTER SO IM SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.

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I've come to the conclusion that Nick was mad at me.

For what?– I don't know. After spending the third night of Paris Fashion Week laying on my bed wide awake, reviewing Nick's attitude towards me in the past few weeks, all the curt replies, the cold shoulders, how he was blatantly ignoring my texts. all I could come up with was that he was indeed pissed with me.

I couldn't wrap my head around it if I was being honest, I didn't know what I had done to royally piss him off– I was never one to get into fights with any of my friends, if anything, I always steered away from drama. But here I was, wondering why my best friend was ignoring my existence.

On the fourth day of Paris Fashion Week, Amber and I attended the Dior fashion show, which meant that we had to walk some sort of carpet lined with paparazzi to enter. Amber and I were used to the flashing camera lights because of the number of events we've had to attend courtesy of Amity Industry, so it wasn't an uncomfortable experience.

While my sister and I stood side-by-side, posing for the cameras, my eye caught a glimpse of two men, near the entrance, talking to a French journalist. The African man was dressed in what I would describe as a poofy, black, and purple sweatsuit with an orange bucket hat, and he had his fingers intertwined with the other man's. Alexandre was talking animatedly with the reporter while Nick, who was wearing a white shirt and black relaxed pants with a yellow belt, occasionally chimed in with a laugh or a small comment.

I stared intently at the both of them and felt the corner of my lips tug up at the thought of them being happy together. Nick might've felt my glare because he turned around and met my eyes from across the carpet. His laugh disappeared and he stared at me while I stared back. He slightly cocked his head to the side and I didn't understand the gesture, so when I didn't reply, he thinned his lips and turned back to his boyfriend.

"Hey isn't that Nick?" Exclaimed Amber from beside me. Without another word, she started to make her way towards them when I grasped her arm and pulled her back. She shot me a questioning look but I shook my head at her.

"Are you mad at Nick or something?" She asked me and a moment later she scrunched up her face. "Is it because he's not straight? I swear if–"

"No!" I replied, offended that she thought I'd be mad at him for being with a guy. "He's mad at me, I just don't know why."

She rolled her eyes impatiently, "Well maybe if we went and spoke to him, you'd know."

I shot her a look at her smart-ass comment and she clamped her mouth shut and nodded to tell me she respected my wishes to not go and speak to him. I've tried approaching him and he chose to ignore it.