Daring The Billionaire

3| Ice cream

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"All this time Miles has been encouraging me with Mace. He...no, it's not true. There's no way my best friend will intentionally make me look like a fool by dating my crush. Please tell me it's not true Lily." I plead.

"I'm sorry Vi."

I inhale sharply and get up. "I need to confront him." I wipe the tears from my eyes.

"Woah woah." She holds me back. "Not now, not like this." She examines me.

"You're right." I clenched my fists after wiping my tears. I was shaking all over. I don't think I can handle this. "I just wanna go home."

"I'll drop you, my car's fixed now."

"You don't have to. I don't need your sympathy."

"I have to...as your best friend."

"Best friends don't keep secrets from each other especially ones like this. Best friends don't make each other look like fucking clowns!"

"Violet, calm down. You don't wanna say something you don't mean."

"Lily." I closed my eyes and bit my lip. "I am trying so damn hard now so please don't push me."

"You really want to blame this on me? I just told you for Christ sake! You wanna seem like it's my fault that your crush never reciprocated your feelings and caught one for Miles?"

"I can't believe you now. I just can't. You don't even get it. My best friend has been fucking around with my crush and no one even wants let me know?! Huh?! Do you have any idea how I feel? I even thought I was progressing with Mace..." I scoffed.

"Violet."

"Just leave me alone please." I walk out of the toilet then into the hallway.

I freeze the moment I see Miles and Mace. Their eyes lock with mine and I shake away the nasty thoughts I have of them. Who knew Mace Anderson was bisexual?

Sunlight seeps into the hallway and lands on Miles dark skin. Sometimes he makes me jealous of his melanin. I don't know why I can't move!

"Violet." Miles calls. It's barely like a whisper. " I have to..." He takes a step to me.

"Don't. You. Dare."
 
The bell rings immediately followed by a crowd of students storming out of the classrooms. I spot Ms. Judith and she narrows her eyes at me.

"Violet!" Ms. Judith and Miles yell as I run through the crowd. I don't keep running till I'm far from the school gates.

I stop and lean against a wall. I can't decide if the heavy thumping against my chest is because I literally just ran a mile or because I just can't handle all this.

I walk to a nearby ice cream truck and buy some ice cream. There was an adorable little girl with blonde pigtails next to me. I know she's staring at me and she wants to say something because she had her ice cream already.

"Why are you sad?" She asked courageously. I noticed a thick British accent.

"Am I?" I tried to joke but she rose a brow.

"Your nose and cheeks are red,like your whole face including your eyes are. I think it hides the blue in them." She frowns.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Amy." She smiled. "I would have loved to cheer you up but my cousin will get really mad if I waste time. He's so overprotective." She laughed.

"Oh. I'm Violet by the way." I chuckled. "I think you should go meet your cousin now." I ruffled her hair.

"Amy!" Someone yells from afar. He jogs up to us and I recognize him.

Michael.

Hogan.

From the dinner.

Yup. The arrogant one.

His green eyes scan me as he pulls Amy close to him. I roll my eyes.

"I was talking to Violet. She's nice."

"Why don't you go and meet Fred. I'll come later."

"Ok." She walked closer to me. "Don't be sad Violet. Your eyes are beautiful but I really think it would look even better if you were happy. If my mother ever saw me crying, she'd scream at me to go wash my face immediately. Then she'd try to mask it with makeup." We both laughed.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I nod. "I don't think I'm old enough to wear makeup. By the way she said crying causes stress lines which makes you look old." She grimaces.

"I'll try to be happy, okay?" I touched her hair.

"Better." She winked and skipped away.

I turn back to the vendor and get my ice cream.

"She's really something right?" Michael says.

"She sure is." I chuckle. He's talking like we had a proper introduction at the dinner.

"I have to spend a lot of time with my cousin before she returns to the UK."

"Yeah the accent."

"Sorry have we met? You look really familiar."

Oh yeah, I'm that girl who bumped her knee against yours at a dinner on Friday. I'm the girl you gave an irritated look and had no conversation with at all but oh well--its no big deal is it?

It's funny how I know his name but he doesn't even remember me. He seems different from the way he acted on Friday night.

"Trust me,you're not the first to say that."

He chuckles lightly but stops when he sees how serious I am.
"Did I say something wrong?"

"We actually met. Or should I say we just sat next to each other throughout a dinner organized by Tom."

"Ohh. The daughter of Penelope right? You saw me in one of my worst moods. I'm not normally like that."

"Niece." I corrected. "Besides,I can relate." I gesture to my face. "I am not in a very good mood now so..."

"Oh. You do look horrible." I don't think it's just his mood that made him like that.

Normal guys would say 'oh you don't look so bad' or 'I think you still look pretty' or at least 'an angel like you shouldn't cry'.

"Hm. I know." I nod and turn to leave. "And one more thing."

He raises a brow.

"You'll be seeing me more often now so try not to be in one of your 'moods'." I emphasize with my fingers.

"I will  look forward to that." Is that a smirk I see on his face?

"To what?" I ask when I clearly know the answer. I just want to confirm it.

"Seeing you more often." He tucks a hand in his pocket and walks away.

Damn it.

I wanted to walk away first.

Michael: vote if you also look forward to seeing me again.

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