Title from the movie, V for Vendetta
“Mom doesn’t want to talk about,” Ryan patted Harold’ shoulder. They were leaning on their cars in the lot. Harold looked up at the sky and sighed. His brown plain shirt was signifying how blank his head is. He climbed on his car and laid on it. Ryan loosed his tie and sat next to Harold, trying to strike a pose like Harold but everybody knows, when it comes to poses, Harold is much better. He is one of those boys with good posture. Even though he is tall, he still can keep his body wide and straight. “We should try again,” Harold covered his face with his hands and heaved another sigh.
On the stairs, not far from the boys, Christine kept pulling Dylan closer to her. She smiled at everyone who was looking at them. She wants everybody to talk, to gossip, to admire, to adore and to blog about her. She loves her name to appear in any blog as long as it is saying, “The cheer captain is smoking hot” or “Christine is the bitchiest blonde!” or anything that please her. Dylan had no choice but to ‘play’ along with her drama. He had to—if he didn’t promised that miss-so-not-popular, Comfort, he wouldn’t care at all. Christine’s hands run to his pants and it tickled him. He liked it at first but on the second thought, he pushed it away and shook his head. “I’m your girlfriend, hello! What’s wrong with you?” said Christine, pushing herself to Dylan. Few phones captured their ‘free show’ and thevideo is definitely will be in youtube.
“She’s back,” A girl shouted in a sudden. All eyes then turned to the pink Volkswagen Bettle Cabriolet, which had just stopped at the parking lot. All of them at the lot were stunned to see the driver. “Harold,” Ryan hit Harold’s chest. Harold took his hands off his face and stunned. His jaw dropped at once. He got off his car and straightened up like a soldier called to attention. Ryan followed. The person opened the door, stepped out and again, dazed everyone at there. “Blair Waldorf is back!” a girl whispered to her friend and her friend whispered to her friend and so on. The news spread in a blink of an eye. Christine saw the Blair Waldorf and couldn’t believe her eyes at first. She rubbed her eye repeatedly so that she knows she’s not dreaming. Dylan was quite shocked to see her as well. The Blair Waldorf pranced; swinging her smooth blond hair and showing off her pretty smile—the one you might try to imitate, posing in the bathroom like an idiot—it was the prettiest smile in universe (sort of) which supermodels spend ages perfecting. But this girl, she can smile that way without even trying. She was the girl every boy wants and every girl wants to be.
Welcome home, tragedy!
Christine cleared her throat and pushed Dylan aside. “I’ll be back,” She mouthed. She was so afraid of losing her spotlight. She stood up and headed to the girl’s direction, thoughtlessly. Does she know who that girl is? Her chin lifted up, trying to tell the foe that she is not giving up. But that girl didn’t give a damn. She pushed her hair to the back and giggled as she saw Christine reacted that way. She was still heading to the school’s main door stubbornly.
“What are you doing here, Chloe Van Blake?” Christine stopped her. She put her hand on Chloe’s shoulder. She stared at the Chloe and felt uglier instantly—there’s no way Christine’s can beat those dark emerald eyes and those two finest thin lips she’d ever seen in her whole life. “Who are you to care anyway?” Chloe answered with her proudest voice. Everyone knows that she was perfectly perfect and deserved to say like that in Christine’s face. She’s the goddess of all bitches.
Chloe Van Blake was the cheer captain before Christine. She was the best among the best. Christine took over her position after she had to settle down some family business in Hollywood. Well, she is living two worlds; a student in the morning and an actress all the time. She never gets tired acting. She ignored Christine and climbed the stairs, giggling at the same time.
“Hey, Dylan!” She greeted Dylan as she walked pass by him. Dylan smiled and raised his hands. His face was shining, as he knows Chloe could help him out of this misery. Chloe continued walking to the door. “V!” a voice called her from the back. She smiled; she knew who that is already. She turned to her back and opened her arms, expecting a warm hug from the person who called her. “Ely, my dear!” Chloe shouted in an extremely happy tone. Well, there’s only two people on earth would ever dare to call her by middle name; one of them is Elizabeth Levy. Ely grabbed Chloe like a stuffed animal even though she is quite big to be one. Chloe held Ely’s hand and jumped on her heels but managed to balance herself from falling. “I’m back!” She was so excited.
She was the head of the supreme all blonde-plus-one-brunette gang, The V-ladies. This gang consist of the mastermind; Chloe Van Blake, the dare-devil; Elizabeth Maya LeVy, the wannabe; Christine Vienna Foster and the outcast, Natasha Diana Jones—well nobody cares whether she got V (in her name) or not. All of them were best friends. However, what does friend means without its drama? Christine kicked out from the group for snatching Chloe’s boyfriend. She caught red handed on the bed with the guy in Chloe’s sweet sixteen birthday bash. Since then, Chloe treated her like she does to others in school. There’s no room for apology and Christine became a mess after that. She started stabbing people’s back and believed the world only revolves around her. That’s how Ely and Christine grew to be enemies. The group became smaller after Chloe had to go to work on a short film directed by her father, Lewis Van Blake. She left the school in fall and now, she’s back.
“I know. He must be glad to see you too!” Ely was excited as Chloe. She pulled her to parking lot and she followed anxiously. She was thrilled to see her boyfriend she left last autumn. Oh, she left before anything changes upside down. Both of them laughed as they both reached at his car. “Hey, miss me?” said Chloe. Her face turned red. She faked a cough when he didn’t give any response. He was busy talking with his friend with a history book on his hand.
“Harold! Stop pretending!” Ely pulled Harold’s arm. Harold acted like he was so shock to see Chloe next to Ely. He smiled and grabbed Chloe. “Babe, you’re back!” his voice made Chloe so at the cloud nine. “Still handsome as I left you,” She joked. She put her hands on his face. She pinched his cheek and made him laugh. Ely and Ryan laughed too. Then, she turned to Ryan and hugged him. She held Ryan’s arms and wowed, “They got bigger huh?” She joked. Ryan grabbed Chloe’s hand and kissed it gently. “And you are still the old cliché Ryan!” She made the group laughed their ass off again. She pushed a stray of her blonde hair behind her ears—she looks so gorgeous till Ryan couldn’t stop staring.
“So, how’s life guys?” She wondered. She saw a different look of Ryan; he’s brighter, happier, and of course, charming-er. She knew that Ryan surely had changed his girlfriend and so, she asked, “and who’s your current girlfriend?” she patted Ryan’s shoulder. Ely laughed ‘cause she found it funny somehow. “He is dating one of your cheerleader, Lily!” Ely answered for Ryan. “No way! Lily Spencer?” Chloe chuckled. Out of sudden, Ely stepped on Harold’s converse shoe. Chloe and Ryan didn’t notice that as they were focusing on the conversation. “Talk to her, dummy!” She sounded so mad. She went to, grabbed Ryan, and pushed him away from Harold and Chloe. “We got works guys, tata!” Ely made a scene so that both Chloe and Harold could get the chance to talk.
As soon as both of them got out of sight, Harold felt awkward. He looked at her and she looked at him back in silent. “Garden?” Harold asked to shift the place, as he couldn’t bare the awkwardness. “Sure, but history book?” She pointed at the book Harold was holding. The one he held to act like he didn’t realize the Chloe’s superb entrance. “I’ve been studying lately,” He started walking. Chloe chortled, trying to believe Harold. “Harold Cruz is studying history? That surprises me. What happened to Harold who loves music, and the guitar! What it’s name again? Santa Claus?” She laughed. Harold made his stupid face. He looked at Chloe oddly and it annoyed her somehow. “Ok, to be honest, I missed that face! but please, don’t do it again, I’ll get nightmare!” She tapped his shoulder, walking next to him. “Santa Cruz,” Harold murmured. She nodded and grabbed his hands. “Harold, what happened to us?” Chloe couldn’t accept it anymore. Harold was treating her like a friend, not more than that. Harold sighed and tried to look away. Then his eyes caught something, very unpleasant for those pretty eyes to see. He saw Geneva and Aaron making out behind the tree. His hands were on the wrong place but Geneva seems to be okay with it. In fact, she was kissing him with more passion compare to the kiss she gave Harold. Harold felt disgusted. He let his hand free and walked to the tree. Chloe followed him, as she doesn’t know what was going on.
“Geneva, what are you doing?” Harold asked, furious. He tightened his fist and the veins popped out straight away. His arms muscle became hard and made Chloe felt like want to hug it. Geneva got off Aaron and fixed her dress. “You’re welcome and I’m moving on if you haven’t notice!” Geneva replied, irritate. Aaron grabbed her from the back and kissed her cheeks. “Let’s leave this skunk,” Aaron whispered to her ears. “Bye skunk and welcome back Chloe!” He turned around and walked away with Geneva. Harold was so confused. Why she said ‘you’re welcome’? He wondered. He tried to calm down but he failed to stop the F-bomb coming out from his mouth. Chloe shook her head, as confuse as Harold was. “Bloody whore!” Harold shouted. Geneva turned and rolled her eyes. She walked with Aaron hand in hand.
“Chloe, are you free this evening? Let’s go to the beach!” said Harold with a frowned carved on his sour face. Chloe nodded and said under her breath, “Still the old same Harold,”
Harold grabbed his phone and typed a message to his friends.
TO: Ryan, Dylan, Ely, Roxy, Nat, Keith, Lily.
MESSAGE SENT!
He put back his phone into his pocket and walked with Chloe. “I’m sorry, where are we, V?” Harold asked her, expecting for the answer impatiently. And he is the second person who dare to call her that. “Nothing, bring me to Roxy! I missed her!” said Chloe, frustrated somehow.
Someone from the past came to change the future. From triangle, love is now square in shape. Love is so confusing.
SOS! Play more love, gain more pain!
