R.P.W Files

The Chaos

Muffled voices from the living room woken up Stacey from her deep slumber. Her face immediately crumpled as she laid still on her bed, her eyes are squinting at the ceiling. She spent few minutes of listening to the murmurings outside until she decided to get up from bed and do her rituals. It had started raining when she comes out from the comfort room and walked towards the small vanity table to dry her hair. Stacey heave a sigh, staring at the mirror and thinking the odd treatment Leanne and Zachandrea giving to her. She couldn't understand why Leanne becoming so distant and cold towards her. Couldn't understand why Zachandrea has been so good in ignoring people either. A sudden knock on her door interrupted her from thinking such things and made her open it.

"Breakfast is ready," Jave said to her face and walked away immediately. Stacey's face gone red in anger for a second because of the rude approach before marching towards the kitchen when Jave continued, "They're gone for shopping. How come you didn't go with them? I'm certainly looking for having the house alone, though."

"Oh shut up," Stacey snapped, becoming really irritated, "Just give me my food."

Jave had risen his left eyebrow at her, "Excuse me? You're not in the restaurant, miss." He sat down with a thud and frowned at Stacey who rolled her eyes before standing up to get some utensils.

Both of them started eating breakfast Jave has prepared while exchanging dagger looks. Minutes later, Gian arrived, took some food out from the rice cooker and frying pan, before marching out from the kitchen. Stacey looked confuse when she finally spotted Nathan joining them on the table. He looked angry.

"What's up?" Stacey asked slowly chewing her food. Jave looked at Nathan as well. "Where have you been?"

"Well," Nathan sighed, "Gian is in a big trouble I'm telling you."

A loud clinking sound errupted from Stacey's utensils as she turned to Nathan who's sitting beside Jave and said, "Yes. You tell me, Nathan. I'm his partner and I haven't got single idea why everyone in this house acting so strangely on me."

"I'm not acting strangely on y--" said Jave but Stacey shot a death glare to shut him up.

"I'm not in the position to tell you Stacey. Ask him personally," said Nathan lazily and started eating his food, completely dismissing the subject. Stacey slapped her hand on her forehead, her face red with madness and fury, "Seriously, what's the matter with you all!?"

LEANNE is the one who came last in the house with numerous shopping bags hanging and swaying on her arms. The party had began and booming music from upstairs whispered loudly through the air as she entered her room. She have decided to wear white bikini top and laced panties in her see-through black robes she's bought before walking up the stairs but the doorbell rang. Rolling her eyes and cursing the wind, she strode angrily towards the door and opened it. She froze at the sight of Clarence wearing plain white shirt and black sweat shorts. Leanne raised her brow, "You're wearing the same color with my clothes."

Clarence snorted at her and say, "So? Change yours then. Do the adjustment." He passed by Leanne and up the stairs. Leanne's jaw dropped. No one ever dared to talk to her like that. And how the hell didn't he appreciate her body?

Stomping her feet on each step, she followed Clarence up to the rooftop. Neon lights dancing above their heads and ear-splitting music rang on every corners. A long table from the left side corner is full with different sorts of alcohol drinks and foods. There also bulk of oranges in a basket, beside it was a large pitcher of orange juice. Remembering Stacey, Leanne's eyes roamed around the place and spotted Zach leaning on the terrace with Leigh. Her gaze turned right and on the edge of the pool, Stacey's sitting alone while dangling her feet in the water. She rolled her eyes and look for Jave but hesitated. She's still mad about the both of them. Lately, Leanne's been catching Stacey and Jave arguing in the living room which she finds unfair. Jave rarely spoke to her when in fact, she's his partner and not Stacey. They seem to be so close with each other which made her very much envious so she started to distance herself towards Stacey.

"Leanne!" Lance called from her side that made her jumped on her feet and called back, "Lance. What's up?"

"Well," Lance paused to exhale and stopped in front of her, "We've got a game here. D'you want to join?" Leanne could see from her peripheral vision that someone is approaching their direction and it was Stacey. Leanne tried to act as if she's not existing.

"Sure. What game is it?" Leanne asked, smiling from ear to ear. Stacey had reached her side, probably waiting their conversation to end so that she can talk to Leanne.

"Lap dance. You, Stacey, join the game too. Have fun!" Lance winked and with that, he left. Stacey tried to catch Leanne's eyes but she started to walk away. She couldn't take it anymore, so with a frown on her face, Stacey grabbed Leanne's elbow and pulled her so hard to face her.

"Ouch!" Leanne flinched, her hair flying everywhere.

"You---Talk---To---Me! What the hell is your problem!?" Stacey asked irritably. She saw the coldness in Leanne's stare. She hadn't expected her to act as if she's a complete stranger.

"Let go of my hand." Leanne ordered but Stacey's grip tightens.

"No. Unless you started talking with me again and tell me your problem," Stacey bit her lip to stop crying but she failed. Tears started to brimmed around her eyes, "You're avoiding me like a stranger and I can't remember myself doing something wrong on you! What the hell, why am I crying.."

Leanne's face softens as she saw Stacey dried her own eyes. Her stomach lurching as she felt Stacey's hand loosened around her arm. She felt guilty for avoiding her friend without further explanations. Leanne decided to just ask, "What's the thing between you and Jave?"

"Nothing!" Stacey exclaimed, jerking her head up, "Goodness! I certainly hate every single detail about that dumbass! What the hell, Leanne?" She let out a sniff and stare at her with disbelief.

Leanne sighed and flapped her hands on her both sides exhaustedly and said, "Well, I think I like Jave."

"HONESTLY speaking, you should tell that to her immediately." Zachandrea said before taking a sip on her orange juice since Jave thought that giving her alcohol is not a good idea for a fifteen year old girl. "She deserves to know."

"I... I don't know," said Jave. He looked down on his whiskey like it was the most precious thing in the world, "I don't want to lose Aleeza yet."

"Dumbass!" Zachandrea spat before slamming down her glass on the nearest table, "Risk it or you'll just be in a bigger trouble. Imagine, dating two girls at a time?"

"Leanne's just my game partner--"

"Now, careful!" She roared, making Jave's eyes widened in shock at her, "You talk as if Leanne's just a damn toy. You decide! Your damn rank or Aleeza? Choose!"

Jave stared at Zach for a few minutes and sighed. He took a large gulp of his whiskey and think about it carefully. If only he could turn back the time, he wouldn't accept Lance's offer so that he'll never be in this mess. However, he was still thankful he made friends with one of the Bitches' Angels. But seriously, how is he going to tell Aleeza about the game he had played? He couldn't afford watching her, fighting with Leanne just because of him. Maybe Zach was right. He need to choose between his rank and Aleeza. Shouts from behind interrupted Zach and Jave's conversation. Both of them walked towards the poolside where the players are applauding hysterically. Zach squeezed her way into the crowd, Jave following her. Zachandrea's eyes widened and her mouth partly open at the sight.

Stacey was sitting on Gian's lap, their bodies brushing with each other. Her both arms tightly wrapped around his neck and from Zach's direction, they looked like they are kissing.

"Woah," Jave gasped, staring at them. Jave realizes that Zach is underage, so acting up being her best friend, he suddenly covered Zach's eyes, "You shouldn't watch porn, RD."