Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Close your mouth, baby. Whatever the twins say, don’t act surprised.” I removed my shades and covered her eyes which was missed by no one.
I didn’t have to do shit; the Russo twins were in fine form, outperforming even my highest expectations. Someone else spoke up from the crowd. “Do you really know that popstar?”
“Which one?”
“The one in the picture on the school forum, it looked like she was having dinner with you guys.”
“Oh, yeah, she’s our God-sister.”
“Will she be performing at your party?”
“She’s an invited guest, but she promised to perform a song for our brother and Gia to dance to.”
All eyes turned our way, and another round of whispers was started behind their not-so-subtle disclosure. I had to subtly hold Gianna up when her knees threatened to give out. “Gabriel!” She looked up at me through the opaque lenses, but I could feel the panic in her even if I couldn’t see her eyes. In for a penny, in for a pound. I kissed her nose and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.
“You’re doing fine, not much longer now.” My little show of affection didn’t go unnoticed, and it felt good having my arm there, so I left it even after the speculation had started to die down. There was a lot of murmuring amongst those who wouldn’t be getting an invite to the party while those who were bragged and boasted. It’s not our usual style, but it was all for her, and I could see from the looks on Victoria and her friends’ faces that it was working like a charm.
“So, Gia, is that your hair? Somebody said it was a wig.” I had to nudge her to get her to answer.
“Oh, no, it’s mine.”
“Really? Who did it?” She looked at the twins, who were only too quick to answer.
“Justine.”
“Justine? The Justine?”
“That’s the one.”
“Bullshit, I hear she has a waiting list a mile long; how’d you pull that off?”
“She’s our stylist.” Rosa shrugged like it was no big deal. Just one last push was needed, and Lance delivered it as if he’d been coached, which I’m sure he had been. “And to think, someone put glue in her hair to destroy it. Jealousy is an ugly thing, and so is anyone who gives into it.” He looked at Victoria and her friends when he said this, and the fallout was perfection.
"What heinous hag did that shit?" Tasha always did have a way with words, and her pointed look sent Victoria's way left no doubt as to who the culprit was. The rest of the crowd picked it up, and before long, Victoria was getting a firsthand look at what her future here would look like. She had yet to open her mouth, which, as is with most bullies when confronted by someone stronger, is to be expected. The bell finally rang, bringing an end to this round.
“I’m not going to walk you to your class today; I have something to do. Don’t be afraid, just walk like you usually do. No matter what happens, do not react; keep walking. By the way, may I borrow my phone?”
She handed it to me with shaking hands, then looked over at Victoria, and I almost gave in and walked her, but that would only defeat the purpose. The next scene in this play depended entirely on me not being there, though of course, I will be; she just wouldn’t know it, and neither would anyone else.
I gave the twins a nod, and we all walked off in our own direction, they with their friends, Gianna with her two new pals who hadn’t stopped gushing and thanking her once I exited the scene with Lance on my heels and Victoria with two of her friends. I have no idea where the other three were, but there was no sign of them anywhere.
I knew where she would walk and chose the best vantage point so I could see what I knew was coming. “You sure about this?”
“Yeah, it sucks, but I need this to happen so I can do what I have to for her.”
“Okay, but you better keep your cool if things go south.”
“You sound more worried than I am.”
No, he sounded as worried as I was, but I couldn’t let it show. There was no time for second-guessing. We walked in the opposite direction in a roundabout way and ended up behind them. Victoria, as expected, had cornered her. We were just in time to see her snatch the beret from Gianna’s head, and one of her friends actually tugged on her hair to see if it was real.
It wasn’t harmful, more like genuine curiosity, but it was enough to serve my purpose. They were all surprised, including Gianna, when I walked up on them. “What do you think you’re doing? Get your hands off her.”