After It Happened

Chapter 14: 13

I sit at the bar simply observing having nothing else to do. Rich businessmen talking with each other.

Their wives in one corner of the hall talking to my mom. You would think my mom is a celebrity or

something the way they huddled around her eager to gain her attention. I scoff remembering how

scared my mom was earlier. I notice Camille dragging her friend and Denise resisting. They look like This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

they are playing a game of tug of war. Camille is dragging her towards... I follow the direction with my

eyes. My mother. Why is Denise reluctant to meet her? I stare at them trying to figure out her reason.

Then, it clicks. Camille knows nothing of our involvement in the past. Same goes for the whole school.

My mom would ruin Denise's facade.

I smirk preparing for the drama about to unfold. Let's see how she'll pretend that she doesn't know me

now.

Are you that cruel? Maybe she has her reasons.

I'm not playing the Good Samaritan this time. My stepdad comes that moment to drag me to his friends

for proper introductions.

I'm standing beside my stepdad waiting as he chats with his friend. My eyes drift to Denise again.

They're almost at their destination. Denise's struggles are now more frantic, but Camille is surprisingly

stronger. Luckily my mom is shielded by her fans, so she can't see them.

Just help her. Just this once. Maybe this is your first step to being friends again.

I sigh excusing myself and walking towards my mother. As I pass Denise, I bend to whisper in her ear.

"Trouble in paradise?"

She flinches slightly and I chuckle lowly when she turns to give me a deep scowl.

I push through the people surrounding my mom asking to be excused before dragging her away from

them. I hug her then whisper in her ear.

"Olanna is here. I need you to do something. Hide your surprise or shock or whatever. Pretend like it's

your first time meeting her. I'll explain later. You could also call her aside and talk if you really want to."

My mom stares at me obviously confused and surprised. I point at Denise and she follows my finger

gasping loudly when she sees her.

"She-she. Oh my God. She's here?"

I nod slightly and lead her towards them. Denise's eyes go wide like saucers as she glances from me

to my mom. Camille simply smiles not knowing what was going on. Camille speaks first.

"Mom, this is Denise, my best friend."

My mom gives a tight smile.

"Yeah, I know her."

Denise's eyes go wider.

"You always tell me about her. Nice to meet you, Denise. I hope you are enjoying the party."

Denise nods so fervently I'm scared her head will fall off.

Time to take my leave. My job here is done.

I walk away slightly bummed for the lack of drama. I could get something out of this though.

Later I'm heading towards the snacks again and I spot Denise. Why is she always beside the food?

Maybe she's a foodie. I take the samosas and go to stand beside her.

"Hey."

She looks up surprised by my presence.

"I forgot to tell you that you look really cute tonight."

She lifts her brows as if to say Really?

I mentally face-palm.

Of all words Cute?

"You look nice too."

I give her my signature smirk.

"Just nice? You know I'm more than that. I blow your mind."

"Like I was blowing yours earlier?"

She was referring to me staring at her earlier today. I laugh awkwardly.

"Touché"

She looks at me and smirks.

"Well you haven't thanked me for helping you out there."

She shuts her eyes and groans.

"I knew you had something to do with it."

"Sorry babe, but a simple thanks won't cut it."

Babe? Really?

"You owe me, Denise."

"Oh really?" she scoffs.

"Yeah. Before you get any ideas though, you refusing to do me a favour means me telling Camille what

you don't want her to know."

"Kaycee, you're an ass."

I laugh warmth filling my chest at the childhood nickname.

"Buh-bye. See you at school."

I walk up to my room already tired of the party. I would just spend the rest of the evening binge

watching Netflix.