Hazel's POV
I stayed home the next day, told my boss I got sick. Which was true. Heartsick to be exact.
I stayed cooped up in my room wondering what the heck happened to my life.
Malcolm was baffled last night. I guess my behavior came as kind of a shock to him. But I also shocked myself. Why was I so vulnerable last night? Why did Danny have that effect on me?
These questioned roamed around in my mind as I lay cocooned up in my blankets. I was acting childish. I knew that much.
What was wrong with me?
In less than a month, I'd be leaving for Hong Kong and I had yet to tell everyone.
At around noon, Celeste and Harley came over. Sophia was still at work.
They came carrying tissue boxes and movies. Lots and lots of movies.
"I don't know what's wrong with me." I admitted.
Celeste gave me a sympathetic look. "Remember what I told you about heart and brain?"
I looked at her. "Yeah. Listen to your heart and not your brain."
"Well that's something you've seemed to forget."
Harley quietly exited the room, probably off to raid my refrigerator again.
"What do you mean?" I asked weakly.
She stared at me blankly as if she couldn't believe I didn't get it yet.
Have some mercy! My brain is still loading.
She sighed.
"Well if you haven't figured it out yet I guess I can't tell you."
I wanted to argue. I wanted to throw a fit, to scream, to demand why she wouldn't tell me. But I couldn't. I was too weak to argue. So I simply nodded.
Harley came back in my room, carrying a huge bag of chips and what looked to be like a highly abused sandwich.
It had lettuce, tomato, chicken, fish sticks, butter, sugar, and a whole lot of jam.
How the hell is she gonna eat that thing?
I shook my head in disbelief.
A knock on the door made me narrow my eyebrows in confusion. Who could that be?
Celeste went downstairs to peek through the window. A minute later she came running up the stairs, her hair in a mess and her eyes wild with shock and disbelief.
"Who is it?" I asked while putting my feet in my bunny slippers.
Harley, who was just finishing up her sandwich, repeated my question. Curiosity coating her words.
Celeste stared at me.
"It's Robin."
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Robin? I should've known. I've been ignoring him these past few days, of COURSE he'd feel confused. I was supposed to be desperately in love with him after all.
"What are we gonna do?" Celeste asked me. I could detect a hint of worry in her voice.
I looked at my outfit, I was wearing pajamas, tissues were spread across my bedroom floor, my hair was in a rats nest. My face was tear streaked. I looked like a broken hearted girl.
My face broke out into an evil Cheshire cat grin. An idea was beginning to form in the back of my mind.
"What the hell are you smiling about?" Harley demanded.
Celeste gave me a look that said
Okay. She's lost it.
I laughed. Strength surged through me. This was perfect.
"Hazel if you don't tell me what's going on I'm going to have to send you to a mental institution because frankly, all that evil genius smiling of yours is getting on my nerves."
Harley stated.
Another knock came from downstairs.
"Need an answer." Celeste said not-so calmly.
I looked at Harley directly in the eyes.
"Did you bring your camera with you?"
Author's note:
short chapter I know. Hehe. So! What do you think Hazel's plan is?
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