17|| Reunions

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I'd been starting at my phone just looking over those digits over and over again. It was like that moment when you're reading something but don't really get it or your mind is wondering so you need to read it again.

For goodness sake what was I doing?

I could swear it had been over fifteen minutes that I sat on my ridiculously expensive sheets on the comfortable bed of mind just staring at Malachi's contact.

I remembered his words... "I really like you Lilac."

Gosh, I'm becoming a simp.

But I made my decision. Well, I made our decision which now I think was very selfish of me; but it was for a good reason. Wasn't it?

Screw this. I need to talk to someone.

I quickly Liam's number but unfortunately it went to his voice mail. That doesn't usually happen so I'm assuming he's in a meeting or doing something "productive."

On the other hand, there was no way I was going to call Mathew. That would just be weird. Even tough we're trying to build our filial relationship, I really cant imagine myself bawling my problems out to him like that.

So I called one person I know would listen. She had to, infact, she had no choice.

Paloma Kervensky

Paloma and I had been friends every since my tenth birthday. I wouldn't describe us as bestfriends, but I would say we're pretty close.

Thinking of her took me back to the numerous times where we forged our parents signature to get matching tattoos which to this day we regret; definitely not one of our finest moments.

But in this day and age, with a little bit of money attached to your bad deeds, you're set free. At this point anything is possible.

Anytime I thought back to that $500 we used on food at restaurants made my head ache. We were only fifteen then and being the silly teenagers that we were, we brought other friends along.

Enough of the past, back to the present...

As of today, Paloma is classified as one of the youngest millionaires in New York owning a very success fashion line. I should probably collab with her sometime but for now, I was going through shit and I suppose a nice pile of junk food in a New York dinner with an old friend wouldn't hurt right?

So I dialled her number and luckily...it went through.

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As you may have guessed, yes. I travelled my disgraceful ass to New York within the day and thankfully it didn't take that long.

Currently, I was swirling my straw in a tall smoothie cup with my usual shades on trying my best not to catch the attention of paparazzi and fans at the booth facing the wall.

I know this isn't really the ideal position for celebs to sit in a diner but trust me, I wouldn't want anything else.

"Pssssst"

I snapped my head in the direction the sound came from only to notice the angelic feature sitting right in front of me. Paloma

She was just as I remembered her; dark brown hair, cute freckles and that tattoo highlighting her right arm which she could have covered it up.

"What's with the shades?" Was the first thing I asked. Who ask's that anyway? I'm too weird for my own liking.

"What's with yours?" She answered and it was just like old times when we laughed our lungs out until we stared to cry.

"I missed you so much Maddie."

"Ugh, it's Madeleine. Don't call me Maddie."

She just rolled her eyes under those large Gucci glasses. "So how's it been? You know...life?"

"A whole fucking mess. Rosewood high has added so much drama to my already dramatic life."

"Is this why you hit me up?" She asked, now drinking my smoothie.

Rude much...but ok.

"Well, no...yes. It's complicated."

"So hurry up girl, I have a show to get to at five. Not that I'm rushing you or anything but this seat is torn and it's making my butt scratch."

"Ok, ok. There's this boy..."

And just like that, her attention was captured. All eyes were on me and to be honestly, I felt very proud of my ability to capture her.

Paloma was not a very easy person to entertain. She was not as hyper and bold as Tyra and also not as calmn and collected as Carrie's but she was just right.

Describing Paloma's personality would leave you... at a loss of words so it's better to describe her within the moment and at this moment, she was tapping her finger nails on the table so rapidly, I swear it would leave marks.

"...-you know the Washington guy?"

"Who? Denzel, Maria, Juilius? Who!?" She accidentally shrieked causing me to hush her.

"Malachi Washington." I corrected her. At this point, she was full blown chocking on her drink that a few of the waitresses who I paid to not make a big deal of my presence had do come and check if everything was alright.

"Tell me you're trippin'"

"No goodness Pal! I said Malachi Washington. Like the president's son!."

"Ew, so you guys go to the same school and are hooking up? Is that why you called me here? To ask for my approval? If that's the reason then I'm all for it girl, I give you permission to jump his bones and crack them while you're at it...just a little fracture through, we don't need him disabled."

This was getting us nowhere. Absolutely nowhere and I was regretting my decision to fly to New York only to meet this crazy girl.

"Can you listen now, please?"

"Oh, sorry, sure." Paloma said, adjusting her sitting position and giving me back my almost empty smoothie glass.

"So the moral of the story is basically the fact that Malachi and I are friends but recently we've been...how do I say thi-

"-exploring each other?"

"That's pretty much an exaggeration but I'd say we've shared a kiss or two."

Just after hearing that, she shrieked...again!

"Keep it down!"

"Right, sorry. Continue."

"There was a party three days ago and well, things between us got a bit too steamy for my liking."

And just like that, the memories of what happened between us came back. I felt so stupid and selfish but most of all, I felt like that spoilt brat that everyone's so stereotype about.

Of course I wasn't the only one with problems. He had them too and all he needed was someone to understand. I now understand why we went to the fountain that night. It was for an extra ear, a person to talk to, a person who shared the same experiences with him, somone who understood him and that was me.

"Any reason why you're crying Lilac?" Paloma asked, snapping me back to the present. She handed me a tissue to wipe my tears which I barely even knew existed and allowed me to finish what I was saying.

"I think I really hurt him Pal, I was inconsiderate and now he doesn't want to talk to me."

"Uh huh, and how may days ago was this?" She asked, seeming bored. "Three?"

"You know you like him, right?"

Did I? At this point, I was willing to blame any false feelings had for anyone on teenage hormones but something about that also felt wrong.

Maybe I did like Malachi. Keyword being like and I guess there's nothing wrong with that is there but now there's just one problem. How to tell him.

"I'll admit I do feel drawn to him...somehow, yes! Whatever ok, I'll admit it. I like him."

And just like that, I had made a grave mistake of causing Paloma to go into full blow excitement mood. In my spare time, I'd like to write a viral post on how the famous fashion idol Paloma Kervensky goes absolutely bonkers.

"So what are you doing to do now?" She asked, now digging through her bag for who-knows-what.

"Er, I'll need to-

But before I could finish, she had slammed a piece of plastic wrapper on the table.

"Gosh no! Get the away from me you Psycho!"

She just rolled her eyes and put it back into her bag.

"You were never this boring Madeleine but I do suggest you tell him sooner or later or before you know it, some girls' swooped him off his feet.

We spent most of our time catching up on all the years we've been apart and it was good to talk to someone after so long. Paloma was like a painkiller and I could assure anyone she did her job really well.

Eventually, I had to get back to Beverly Hills so we needed to depart. We said our goodbyes and just like that, we parted ways once again never knowing when we'll see each other again.

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Once again, I'd travelled for the second time in a week but this time, it was for a good purpose.

I needed to fix something.

"Hello? I'd like to see Malachi Washington please." I spoke, into the intercom at the White House.

"...who's speaking please?"

Really? I knew they had CCTV cameras and almost everyone in America knew me so this question seemed kind of dumb.

"Miss Manor."

And just at the mention of my names, the doors opened revealing two men dressed in black with earpieces hooked to their ears.

"Right this way to the lounge miss." One of them ordered and I happily obliged.

It had been over fifteen minutes as I sat on the comfortable lounge chair with a glass of freezing cold water in my hands just staring at the wall clock.

Until someone snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Hi." I looked at the doorway which revealed Malachi casually leaning on it looking at his pair of socks.

Okay, get yourself together you can do this I mentally encouraged myself.

"Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry." I said, getting up from the seat I was on and walking closer to him.

"I never meant to hurt you and i know it was selfish of me to judge you but I really am sorry, Malachi.

At this point I was a few meters away from him trying to keep my distance unsure to how he'll react.

"-if you want to hate me or end our friendship, I totally understand. I just want you to know I'm sorry."

No reaction.

Then he smirked and looked at me.

"You flew all the way from Beverley Hills to Washington to apologise?" He asked, now walking closer to me.

"I-

"I'm not done." He held his finger up to stop me from continuing "-You could have just called you know?"

"I kn-

"I'm still not done Turtle." He admitted, finally stopping a few meters away from me. Probably to keep some distance.

"I never expected you to apologise. That'll just be mean though I did want you to know that I'll always be there for you even when you piss me off or when you try to be a pain."

"I'm not a pain." I tried to defend myself.

"You're my pain."

And once again, I felt my heart sink for him. I cause him pain. In fact, I am his pain just like he said but little did he know that I've also been in pain before so I know what it feels like.

"I'm sorry Malachi." I told him, closing the space between us as I leaned into his embrace. He didn't react but before I could pull away, he buried his head in my hair and wrapped his arms around my waist.

It felt so good to be covered by love and warmth and we both felt that.

"-I know you'd want us to work but I don't think I can...I'm scared."

"Scared of what, Lilac?" He whispered into my hair.

Could I tell him? Would he understand?

When trust is broken it's hard to gain and my trust had been broken. By someone who I thought never would.

Till this day, it hurt. It stung infact but what was the point of telling Malachi if what was done was done?

Was it because we were both desperate or because I needed him?

"I've been broken once and don't think I can go through it again." I finally admitted, backing away from our tight embrace.

A/N: ยฏ\_(ใƒ„)_/ยฏ
Next chapter's going to be sad so get your crying buckets and loads of popcorn (;'เผŽเบถูนเผŽเบถ')
Do you think Miss. Kervensky makes up for Tyra and Carrie btw?

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