What's a mole gotta do?

Daddy and I, left the soirée the moment we could.

I may have felt vengeful then, but the fight left me when I saw Aaron's ashen face as his father spoke to him at a corner of the yacht.

I would've listened in but Daddy was there so I just took his hand and let him lead me out.

Marian looked guilty throughout the ride back home and as much as I dislike her for always being with my father when we don't get to see him much, I still felt sorry for her.

My father does not take too kindly with being cornered or set up.

He left for Tokyo yesterday and mum has been in a slump since. She always falls into a slump a few days after he leaves but perks back up after her weekend meet-up with her friends.

Every Sunday belongs to her girls who manage to raise her spirit up after Daddy leaves.

Dianne used to be one of the girls until she suddenly stopped hanging out with them. I will wager both my ears, Mr Fletcher is the reason why.

Himari is coming over today so we'd spend our Saturday night binge watching whatever crappy Netflix movie she finds.

In the meantime, I am locked up in my room to escape my irritable forlorn mother.

Tomorrow can not come sooner so I won't have to listen to any more sad blues.

The shrill cry of my phone startles me as I try to concentrate on being lazy.

Unplugging it from the socket, I swipe left on the screen.

"What the fuck do you want?"

He swallows and sighs loudly.

"I'm so sorry, Rapunzel."

"My name is Tequila. If you called to apologise, you've done so. Now don't ever speak to me again."

I don't cut the call and he doesn't even try to stop me.

After two beats, he speaks.

"Before I met you for the soirée, John gave me a cryptic message. He said, play along or she'll be my plaything tonight." He lets out a harsh breath.

"I didn't take him serious; I figured he was just vying for attention as usual.

Until the party.

He stood in the corner and smiled at me. It was then I realized my mother was not anywhere around the yacht.

I realized she would be his plaything if I didn't do as he said.

Now you may call me a puppet and hate me, but I couldn't let him hurt my mum that way again. Not if I could help it."

"Okay." I reply after his spiel.

He sighs and lets me cut the call.

A few hours later, Himari arrives and manages to steal me away from my mum's grubby hands.

She had resorted to holding me down and singing sad songs of a love gone faraway.

My mother is one dramatic female.

"...kiss and tell. Like boy, if you let me– you know what, Tequila!"

I jump at the sudden octave of Himari's voice.

"What?"

"You weren't listening to me."

"I was. You said kiss and tell."

"You heard me but you were so not paying attention!" She fumes.

"Fine, fine. I'm sorry okay?"

"This is supposed to be our girls' day out, Tequila. We are in the It spot!The ice cream parlour! Do you know how many people wish they could be us right now? Where's your head at girl?"

At Aaron's.

But I can't tell Himari that. She will just tease me and tell me to go suck some balls. If they so happen to be his, then well, all the better.

I glance down at my melting ice cream and take a large chunk.

"I don't know. I just feel down. I feel like I can't control anything anymore, you know? I mean, nothing is working right for me.

I am always second best, the second choice, the girl they fall back on when the main heart-throb is tired of them. I'm just sick of it all."

She glares at me for a second but forces her face to relax.

"First of all, you are never a second choice. You are the absolute best."

She raises a hand to silence me when I start to protest.

"And I'm not saying this because you are my best friend, Tequila. Aaron is a fucking blind mole and you have always been too good for him anyway. If he can't see what a gem he has always had beside him, then he's not worth your thoughts."

I slump in my chair.

Of course she knows it's about Aaron. I gave it away, and it's always about Aaron.

"Moles are blind anyway. You don't need to say blind mole."

That, ladies and gentlemen, is how Tequila dug her grave.

She was such a demure beautiful woman whose big mouth led her to an untimely death. Moving on...

I can just see that running on the news. The afternoon news even. Such a sad life.

Himari's fast palm smacks my arm hard, I actually whimper.

This girl.

"Know-it-all-piece-of-shit." She grumbles as she sits back down.

"Bully." I grumble back knowing we'd keep grumbling and glaring until one of us caved.

Sadly, that's usually me.

When I give in and grin, she smirks triumphantly.

"Pushover."

"Whatever. Stonehearted bitch."

"Okay, well since we've both let our ice cream turn to mush, how about a movie? No Netflix today please."

"Horror, then." I pipe up looking at her with my perfected doe-like eyes.

She rolls hers. "Well duh! What else would we watch? Chick flick?"

We both fake-gag at that before bursting out in guffaws.

"Well, my dearest Himari, let us leave at once to see the big screen on which people get hacked to bloody pulps."

She bows.

"After you, milady."

Today is going to be fun.

Unfortunately, this might be the last happy thought I would have today because an Aaron-shaped apparition decides to grace the quaint parlour with its presence.

"Why the fuck does Aaron look like shit??!!" Himari tries to whisper. Tries, being the keyword here.

"Now he's seen me, big mouth." I grumble as Aaron takes purposeful stides towards our table.

To bolt or not to bolt?

Isn't that the biggest damn question there is right now?