Bella:
"I'm sorry for what happened, and I will be here with you throughout," Hazel said, and
I looked at her with a smile on my face, grateful for the fact I could choose to feel pain or not.
With that, I got to my feet, taking my phone out of my pocket, then I texted Chelsea. "Did you go for the match?"
My phone beeped in a matter of minutes.
"No. Ernest is playing, and Rebby says we cannot go because she will cry a pool of tears."
"Great, I am on my way to your room."
"Okay."
I turned to Hazel, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Thanks for helping, and I appreciate
it, but I am fine. I will need a moment for myself. See you in a couple of hours," I said to her, then I turned to leave.
"I could come with you if you want; the games mean nothing to me," she said, and I shook my head with a smile which didn't leave my face.
Then I left the room, making my way to Chelsea's room, which was a floor above. Her room looked different; it was a single large room with three beds, which had the names Aubrey and Rebby written in front of the two empty beds in the room. I didn't need the names to tell Rebby's bed because her corner was pink, including the walls. "Aubrey and Rebby are at their rented apartment, but I am sure they will come around soon, so if you need them, you can..."
Before she could finish, the door swung open, and Aubrey walked in holding a paper bag while Rebby followed suit with a lot of bags in hand and shades on.
"Oh, how I love retail therapy!" she exclaimed, walking towards her bed while my eyes trailed her movement.
When she got there, she dumped the bags on the bed, then turned to me, taking off her glasses.
"What do you want?" she asked with her hands on her waist, and I raised a brow. "That is no way to talk to your queen."
"You blatantly refused us. You wouldn't go against Fae, remember?" Aubrey said. I glanced at her briefly before facing Rebby's ocean-blue eyes, which I could tell held a lot of hatred for Fae.
"What if I changed my mind and I want to go against Fae?"
She scrunched up her face when I said this, and Aubrey walked to my front, facing me with her arms crossed.
"Let me get this straight. You have agreed to change your entire wardrobe because of us?" I nodded when she asked, so she hurriedly took out her phone. "Something is off, and I haven't checked the diaries since we left for shopping," she said, and then she checked her phone, a smile forming on her lips.
"Girls, we have a lot of work to do. We are at your service, Queen B," she said, giving off a curt bow.
**
The four of us left the room and piled into Rebby's Dodge Charger while Rebby took the wheel, blasting music to the highest volume. She was more excited than I was for the revenge, and as she screamed Sabrina Carpenter's "Please, Please, Please," I threw my head backward in the backseat with my eyes shut. My body was numb, but somehow it hurt deep down because this wasn't how I imagined it would end.
"We are here!" Rebby announced as the car came to an abrupt halt.
She threw the door open and got out, rushing to the back where I sat. Then she opened the door for me, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the car with her hands placed on my shoulder.
"This is the bond I didn't know I needed!" she exclaimed as she led me through the enormous sliding doors of the mall.
I forced a smile on my face as we made rounds in the mall, shopping for skimpy outfits, shoes, makeup, etc. When we were done, we made it to the counter, and I took out my credit card, which I hadn't used since I got to this pack. Father gave it to me before I left, but I couldn't use it because I never saw a need to. Mother and Alpha Fred provided everything for me.
As soon as I had paid, I saw Rebby slide down a couple of bags down the counter, and she made the payment as well, while Chelsea and Aubrey stared at her with their brows raised.
"What? Retail therapy can never be too much," she said with a shrug as she grabbed her bags and cat walked out of the mall while we trailed behind.
**
I opened my eyes to a smile planted on my face. My entire body felt great against the soft environment it found itself, and I couldn't tell why until I looked around to see that I was in Aubrey and Rebby's apartment, on Rebby's bed. The buzzing of my phone made my heart skip a beat, and I jerked up at once, grabbing the pink sheets which Rebby lay on a couple of feet away with her cheeks planted on the bed and a pillow over her head.
"Can you search quietly?" she groaned, turning around only for me to discover she was on my phone.
With a huge sigh, I grabbed my phone, but then it shut off before I could pick up Hazel's call. I called her back at once.
"Where are you? I am going to classes already, and I don't think I can wait longer," she said, and I looked around, checking the time to see that we had about two hours before the classroom doors shut.
"Okay, okay, you can go to the cafe, and I will meet you in the halls," I said, and then I ended the call, throwing myself back on the bed.
The moment I shut my eyes, Rebby gave out a loud scream, causing me to open my
eyes.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Aubrey yelled, and I heard Chelsea groan, too. Then I opened my eyes to see that they had both been on the couches in the room.
"Fuck me," I muttered under my breath as I pulled the sheets over my head, but Rebby pulled them off at once.
"Come on, star girl, it is time to get ready for school. Aren't you ready for your big day?" she asked, and I rolled my eyes.
I didn't have a choice.
**
In an hour and a half, we were all dressed with full makeup, thanks to Aubrey. Then we had a five-star breakfast prepared by the cooks at the apartment, after which Rebby kidnapped my hands, insisting I ride in her customized Lamborghini SC20, while Aubrey drove to school with Chelsea in an AMG.
Rebby tuned the speaker up as we drove to school, and when we got to the school premises, she tuned it down a bit, but enough to get the school's attention. From the car park, all eyes were on us. She sped up a bit, raising a hell of dust which left lungs choked and coughs in the air until she got to the car park, and she came to a halt.
I got riled up a bit by that, and suddenly I felt good. Rebby took out matching shades from her bag.
"Let's put on a show, shall we?" she asked, handing one to me. I grabbed it, looking at myself in the rearview mirror as I put it on, then I reapplied my red lipstick.
"I'm ready."
We got out of the car with our bags in hand, and we strutted like runway models with phones flickering at us until we got to the entrance of the classrooms. This was the beginning of a new era, and the old Bella was dead.