Spirited Away To You

Chapter-19: Bring it On

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I TURNED AROUND to see Britney standing, confused as hell. Beside me, I felt William stiffening.

"Where? Oh," I feigned innocence desperate to make her believe me, "I was talking to Mikkie on the phone."

I showed her my phone to which she just gave me a bored expression.

"Really? I saw you blabbering to someone but not definitely on your phone."

I tried thinking of any other excuse while William kept silent which did not help, but Britney just sighed before saying,

"Look, I don't care if you are talking to yourself or whatever, I-I just came here to apologize," she spoke meekly while I gaped at her, surprised at her tone.

"S-sorry?"

Just when I thought she will lash out or say something rude, she just sighed again looking around before speaking,

"I know I can be a bitch but it-it's 'cause," she paused looking straight at me, "I have a condition known as Borderline personality disorder, but I hope you can keep it a secret although Mikkie knows."

She turned as soon as she spoke, without waiting for a reply, and walked away leaving me and William to stare at her retreating form. I still couldn't believe she would disclose something so personal to me.

"Wow, that was some news," I said turning to William who was staring at the ground, deep in thoughts.

"Hey, how did you know her name?"

"What?"

"You said her name the other day."

"Well I-I must have heard you saying her name," he stuttered, scratching his neck, which only meant one thing.

There was something about them. Something he wouldn't tell me.

Well, then I have to figure it out myself.

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I stared at my figure in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable.

The black dress with a solid mock neck went to my mid-thighs and hugged my curves in the right place. The sleeves were puffy and were made with long see-through mesh.

The dress brought out my blue eyes, which I had inherited from my Dad. Mom had light chocolate eyes which always made her look young. Like my Mom, I had a decent figure that would classify as pretty but my Aunt reckoned I could go around modeling for various agencies. Blinking back to reality, I gave a twirl to check if my butt looked inappropriate in any manner.

I gazed outside to see Trixie and Aristotle running around in the backyard. It came as a big surprise seeing them getting along so well, but I wasn't the one complaining. William sat solemnly on a bench as he tossed around Trixie's ball for the fluff buddies to play with. I hope Aunt didn't see that.

Afterward, I took my sweet time applying some makeup and curling my hair at the ends. Grabbing my purse, I shot downstairs and stopped by the patterned window sled that led to the backyard.