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winter couture my mom designed. I cringed as I read some lines in the news article. It said;

 

As this disastrous incident occurred, we also fortunately discovered that the only daughter of the fashion Goddess; Jacque Babineaux and the eldest daughter of a shipping magnate, Carlson Wood, has started dating this handsome boy; Collin Harrison of the Harrison winery and shipping Corp. It's not yet confirmed by both parties, but by looking at this intimate caption and an anonymous source who witnessed the incident, she heard this Harrison guy called, Ms. Wood, โ€œBaby.โ€ What does that imply? You may judge it yourself people. Let's just crossed our fingers as this infamous girl and one of the favorites cover model and runway model, Sydney Wood is known to be a man hater according to the people surrounding her is finally dating!

 

The only good thing about this incident was that in spite of that disaster, the event ended well and the publicity it has gotten so far. My mom doesn't even have to pay for the publicity as the news circulated on its own and a lot of people paid more attention to that said event. Also, my mom didn't get hurt, which I'm very thankful about. The only unlucky person who has gotten a fractured wrist and a minor concussion was just me. If my mom didn't notice the unstable machine in time and didn't push me, I would surely acquire more serious injury. I glanced around the hospital suite where I'm currently confined. I had received lots of get well soon flowers and cards from friends and people I don't even know. I also received a bouquet of flowers from my dad when he visited me. Thanked God, I was asleep when he came. I don't want to talk to him as it feels awkward. I mean I haven't talked to him for a long time and maybe if I didn't get into this accident, he might never come to see me. I crumpled the newspaper and threw it on the trash bin near the door when it opened. Cole went in looking fresh and handsome as usual with a bouquet of white roses. He stared down at the crumpled paper in the floor and picked it up. His brow creased briefly as he read the headline, then a faint smile appeared on his sexy lips.

 

โ€œThis is some big news...โ€ He smiled and handed me the bouquet which I ignored, of course, so he placed it on my hospital bed near my pillow. โ€œHow are you feeling, ba--โ€

 

โ€œDon't call me baby! Look what's that stupid tabloid said about us because of your actions!โ€I hissed and winced as my bandaged head throbbed from my sudden outburst.

 

โ€œHey, don't strain yourself too much. You're not well yet.โ€ He lectured and pushed me back to lie down on the bed again. I scowled at him.

 

โ€œWill you stop acting like a worried boyfriend and that you really care 'cause I know you don't. After what I did and gotten you suspended, you must hate me---โ€

 

โ€œI don't hate you. Well, I got annoyed, yeah. But that's not hate, right?โ€ He looked at me boyishly while scratching his jaw.

 

โ€œWhat did the police say about the incident?โ€ I asked to change the awkward topic.

 

โ€œThey said it was a faulty wiring which led to that explosion.โ€ I sighed. I don't know why, but I don't believe it's a faulty wiring. My Nancy Drew instinct is telling me that someone sabotaged it. There's someone really trying to hurt me or worst kill me. I felt a sudden chill by that thought. โ€œThe fire inspector and arson investigator are also conducting an investigation about the explosion incident to see if there was a foul play.โ€ He continued.

 

โ€œCole...โ€ I croaked looking at him with fear written all over my face.

 

โ€œWhat is it?โ€ He sat down on the edge of the bed and waited for me to speak patiently but I can see that he's worried.

 

โ€œI think someone wants to kill me.โ€

 

 

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 Hi lovely readers!

 

How's this chapter? If you like it, please comment/put it to your favorites. Thanks a lot! :)

 

I'll update again soon! 

 

xoxo

 

Kenzhie Addie

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter six: An awkward situation

 

 

 

โ€œWhat are you doing here?โ€ I asked incredulously and threw another scratch of paper in the trash bin, but the poor thing didn't make it and landed on the floor along with the other crumpled papers. It's a Monday, but I'm stuck at home and extremely dead-crazy-bored. I was discharged from the hospital early this morning and all I did was sleep since my mom told me not go to school today and just have one more day of rest. Now I was trying to sketch some new designs of shoes to entertain myself, but my right hand seemed to coordinate with my injured left wrist. I tried sketching, but all I did was scribbled something indescribable. Cole walked toward the wad of mess on the floor and bent down to pick them up and threw them in the trash bin. In spite of it, I'm thankful that I didn't get my right hand injured or I'll most definitely freak out since I have an art class as my elective subject and art is my passion.

 

โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ He asked me, emphasizing each word while ignoring my question.

 

โ€œAre you blind?โ€ I asked sarcastically.

 

โ€œYou're not supposed toโ€”โ€

 

โ€œWhat, you're my mother now? Who let you in, anyway?โ€ I'm pretty irritated since I woke up this morning and the cast on my left wrist is getting really itchy. I'm just glad the bothersome bandage on my head had been removed already and was replaced with a tiny plaster.

 

โ€œSo you can pick on the poor girl?โ€ He asked amused.

 

โ€œSo I can fire her!โ€ I hissed. I'm guessing it's Rita. She's the only one who is dumb enough not to know my so-called rules until now.

 

โ€œI harassed her to let me in. It's not her fault.โ€

 

โ€œHarassed or flirted with?โ€ I sat straight on my bed and dropped my sketch pad with a thud on the side table. I could imagine him flirting his ass on Rita and the stupid girl batting her lashes at him naively in return. The thought is making me more irritated like a pregnant woman with a hormonal imbalance. Cole chuckled charmingly and sat down on the blue velvet tufted cushion ottoman just beside my bed.

 

โ€œBaby, do you know how damn cute you look right now?โ€ His words got me flustered and made my face flushed. I owe it to my wavy dark curls which is covering my deep red face or Cole will laugh at me if he sees it.

 

โ€œSo, why are you here?โ€ I asked, to change the topic.

 

โ€œWell, about what you said the other dayโ€”He raised one of his hands, a gesture to let him speak first---You said not tell your mom and not even the police. I understand you don't want to raise a panic from your mom and we're not sure that someone really wants to kill you, but those threatening emails could mean something so I decided to be your bodyguard.โ€ He declared with a serious look.

 

โ€œWhat?! No! That's insane!โ€ I burst out my protest.

 

โ€œNo. You're insane. You might be in danger and you're not even reporting that to the police. Why'd you tell me in the first place? Cole shot me an annoyed glance.

 

โ€œW-well... I.. I'm--โ€ I was caught off guard. I was surprised with his question. I don't even know why I told him. I just felt scared at that time and I don't have anyone to confide and he was there. C'mon Sydney... You want him to protect you, just admit it you, silly girl. My subconscious taunted me and I frowned. That's just not true. I will never believe that.

 

โ€œIf you don't want me around to protect you, then I'll tell the police and your mom---โ€

 

 

โ€œSydney, ma chรฉre---Oh! Cole, darling, I didn't know you're here and tell me what?โ€ Jacque eyed us warily.

 

โ€œMs. Babineaux, Syd---โ€

 

โ€œTell you that he wants to hang around here...โ€ ...like an insect. I wanted to add but stopped myself. Jacque's ears perked up after hearing that.

 

โ€œReally? That sounds great, Cole. Sydney, is very bored---oh! Speaking... Your friends are downstairs. This is great, ma chรฉre. I'll tell Constance---our new family chef and a patisserie. I could say the best patisserie in town---to prepare something delicious. Jacque ranted and went out before I can even say anything. I raised my hand with a cast---forgetting that it's injured because of frustrationโ€”to my forehead and winced as the pain was registered by my sensory neuron.

 

โ€œHey. I said be careful.โ€ Cole warned me again, but I shot him my deadly stare. โ€œWaah..Scary-ish..โ€ He chuckled and went to ruffle my hair. This matter is so far out of my hands. What will my friends gonna say about this? About Cole being here? They've already bombarded me with annoying questions since yesterday when the news article circulated and the tweets on twitter might be trending already. I didn't check my phone since yesterday, afraid to see what's in it. My friends have been texting me probably and came here to check me out since I was missing in action.

 

โ€œYou.โ€ I pointed my forefinger at him. โ€œStay here.โ€ I warned him before I went out of my room.

 

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The girls are in the living room, chatting noisily as usual like there's no end to their senseless gibberish when I reached the living room area on the second floor.

 

โ€œGirls tuned down, will you? You're giving me one hell of a headache.โ€ I complained as soon as I entered the spacious living room. The girls stood up automatically and darted toward me. Lucy gave me a bear hug. I rolled my eyes, but was a bit touched, I should admit. Lucy is the closest to me among the girls and the least mean among us. I could say, I like her the most in spite of her loud, gossipy mouth. The others gave me a peck on the cheek.

 

โ€œWe're glad you're OK, Syd.โ€ Lucy said and the other girls were in accord.

 

โ€œThat was terrifying!โ€ Carol squeaked.

โ€œYeah. We thought a bomb exploded or something.โ€ Samantha said and the other girls commented in agreements.

 

โ€œWell, thanked God it wasn't or I might be in hell now.โ€ I said without humor. I'm still a bit sensitive talking about the unfortunate incident.

 

โ€œSo... Anyway, about the headlines, I'm pretty sure you've heard or read about it...โ€ My brow creased as Lucy started. I'm kinda guessing where's this conversation is heading to. This is the thing I just don't certainly like about Lucy, her love for a good gossip. โ€œAbout you and Cole---โ€

 

โ€œNot true.โ€ I interrupted and glared at her darkly.

 

โ€œOh.โ€ Is all she said and the girls looked a bit disappointed. I stood there and glowered at them. Are they hoping that it was true so they can gossip about it? The thought is just making me more aggravated.

 

โ€œGirls, I brought you some refreshments and these delicious macaroons were made by our new and wonderful patisserie.โ€ Jacque went in with the snacks and behind her is Rita, carrying another tray of lemonade. I glared at her menacingly and the dumb girl cowered behind my mom. I'll deal with her later. I mentally reminded myself.

 

โ€œThanks

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