Chelsea's point of view: "...talk to me anymore." I coldly requested. It hurts. It hurts to say those hateful words. Especially to someone like Rick. But do you know what hurts more? Rick's expression. It hurts to see his pained facial expression. His face turned pale. It was as if he was told that someone died. For a moment, I wanted to take back everything that I've said. But I can't. I was blamed for something I did not even do. And posters against me were all over the school. And they were all Rick's fault. "Goodbye." I mumbled and left Rick totally frozen. Who could have done such thing? Who could have posted those mean things about Rick? Not that I care anyway. That growing love for Rick faded away. "Oh, Chelseaaaa~" A familiar voice piped up. I turned around and saw brown curls flying around. Only one person in the whole school would have those big curls. Portia. "Hi." I greeted bluntly. Portia walked nearer towards me. Her 5-inch heels were noisily clacking. Her long circular earrings dangling on her ears. And as usual, her make-up was thick. She was like the clone of Regina. "I haven't thanked you properly for what you did to my brother." Portia whimpered while giving me puppy-dog eyes. Ugh. I wanna barf. "No biggie." I answered and quickly looked away. I don't want to barf on her Prada bag. "Did you like it?" Portia's eyes glistened. "Like what?" I asked, totally curious. "My gift, silly." she teased. "Your gift? It's not my birthday." I answered bluntly. Portia let out a giggle. "It is my gift for the elections." Elections? Oh no. Don't tell me... "Are they posters?" I guessed, completely nervous. Was Portia the one who posted those mean things about Rick?! "Yeah! Good guess!" Portia beamed. Her bracelets making a lot of noise. I quickly grabbed her shoulders. "Were you the one who posted those mean things about Rick?" I asked, straight to the point. "N-no." Portia, who got scared, answered. I let her go. "Sorry." I mumbled. "It's okay!" Portia brightened up, "I haven't even posted these yet." Haven't posted?! So, it means it's not her. I watched Portia as she pulled out a gigantic poster from her Prada bag. "Wow." I gasped. It says... Vote for CHELSEA HOMERS! She saved my brother! I really don't know what to do that time. I was trying hard not to laugh. Especially at her brother's picture next to the word "brother". "Do you like it?" Portia asked excitedly. "Love it." I lied. But at least it made Portia happy. "So, if it's not you who posted those mean posters about Rick," I thought aloud, "then who did?" Suddenly, somebody knocked at the door. Portia and I turned around. I felt my blood boil as soon as I recognized who the person is. Seeing my angry expression, the person just smiled and said, "I posted those. Did you like it?" ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Aaaw. I'll be gone for a short period of time. So, there won't be an update tomorrow and maybe, the day after. Sorry, guys. But I'll really try to get some wifi. Any guesses who's the mystery guy? Just comment below.
I havent read the whole thing but I really hope she ends up with Rick!!! Though it doesn't look like that'll happen