♟️fourteen | Aella

♟️The Hills by The Weeknd

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For a change, Sasaki doesn't give me the feeling that he could snap and threw me aside as Gemma does. Maybe he could, I wouldn't know. What I know, is that he grew on me more than Gemma did, and that we got technically closer after I accidentally witnessed something that was his biggest secret, and I swore on my family that I would keep a secret.

Sasaki is gay, but nobody knows. He certainly does acts convincingly straight, anyone would be fooled, but not me. He's as gay as they come, the gayest gay I've ever met, and I'm from Los Angeles.

My eyes focused back on the screen of my phone showing the blonde's message, and I scoffed to myself, rolling my eyes.

ME: Uh-huh.

I sent, knowing she'll get pissed off. Then I changed the song from Unholy by Sam Smith with Kim Petras to Fria by Anitta, and locking my phone, I put it back on the pocket of my skort.

But as soon as I got three corridors ahead of me, in my way to the library, since we won't have the first period today apparently, because the philosophy teacher is sick, I halted on my steps as I found Keira, Killian, Yohan, Pietro, and Isidora right there, together close to the library. And by how Keira was staring at her phone, her white cheeks reddening and jaw clenching, she was reading my text.

"Shit," I cursed, pushing my headphones down, but when I tried to turned around to leave the hallway, I hit my body against a wall... but the second I inhaled his daytime scent of coffee beans with myrtle and leather, I realized the wall lived in the same house as me and had a father who stole my mother away. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," I groaned.

His hands were on my waist again, "Are you going to make this a daily thing now, Cinderella?" He mocked, loudly, loud enough for his friends to hear.

"Stop touching my damn waist, bastard," I cursed, trying to push his hands away, but he tightened his grip on me instead, making an ocean of cursed moths drown my stomach, and I glared up at him. "Tristan."

His eyes darkened, "Say please."

"I'd rather die," I hissed, kneeling him on his crotch and he cursed, jumping away from me, and I couldn't help the grin that curled my lips. "Ah, men are so fragile."

"'Uh-huh'? 'Uh-huh'?" Keira growled behind me and when I turned around, she was too damn close, making me take a step back, because how is she on me already? "This is not a bloody jerk, you stupid skater. You think the event committee is useless? It fucking ain't," her voice went up in volume. "I need to get into Oxford, and this is necessary for me to get my recommendation letter from the best person in this damned school. I will not let you stand in my way, and,"

Before she could finish, I was already taking my sketchbook out of my bag, "I know what's on the line, Lexington," I scowled. "I may be many things, but irresponsible is not one of them," then I pushed the sketchbook to her. "There, all the ideas I drained out of myself in the past week, while I was sick."

"What?" She halted, and suddenly I was surrounded by their little group.

"If we go with the whole winter season kind of theme, I thought about Ice Castle Extravaganza, Yule Ball, Fur & Ice Gala, Winter is Coming Ball, Bridgerton Winter Ball, and Aurora Borealis Ball. Winter is Coming and Bridgerton being cultural ideas. Now, if your precious committee opted for something different, like a travel to another time in the middle of winter, and were to consider something else, I thought about another eight themes: Enchanted Forest, Masquerade, Casino Royale, Arabian Nights, Glitz & Glamour, Moulin Rouge, Violet Twilight, and Great Gatsby."

"I sketched some ideas for posters, for the dress code of each of them, as well as for what we could do for decoration, and also some ideas for how to decorate the food in the menu for the theme. I didn't come for any of the past balls, and it's my first time actively helping out on the event committee, so, I don't really have a shit of an idea of what you want, or how you filthy privileged rich people do those balls. But I did my best to squeeze all the ideas that came to my mind, since only the 17 to 20 kids will be allowed to take part in it, apparently."

"I've never been in a ball, but I do know about winter party themes, even if I also have never been in one myself, winter is my specialty theme. There was also the ice-skating ball theme, but I didn't add that on, because I doubt even half of you people are skilled enough to not make that a disastrous mess," I couldn't help mocking them and their people. "So, there you go."

"Where did you learn how to draw dresses like this?" Isidora gasped in shock, looking over Keira's shoulders to the sketchbook.

I blinked, "I just draw what I saw when I researched clothes of those themes."

Even Tristan stared at me, "Just?"

"What? Is it hard?" I asked confused.

"Can you draw me?" Keira asked abruptly.

I have drawn her before, just like I did everyone in Tristan's inner circle, and I will never admit the unhealthy amount of times I've drawn him from memory, "Maybe."

"Shite, you're insane," Yohan gasped.

"Is that enough for your little committee to work on now, Lexington?" I glared at her, ignoring how they were all staring at me as if they had never seen me before.

"You still need to come to the meetings," she groaned annoyed.

"I would rather do something that will mean a significant thing in my future, like, training for the stupid UK competition that the headmaster signed me up for to represent this even stupider school."

"It's like you need to train," Keira snapped, "you will get a gold medal either bloody way. But we need you in the committee, and the headmaster stated that you have to attend the meetings, and now just throw your ideas on us. You have to help us take care of everything for the ball."