Episode 2 - Galaxy's Closet

Phoebe’s Pov

I couldn’t believe what I had just read. What was Cole up to? Getting Asher to attend the karaoke party was like a death mission embarked on.

It was unfulfillable, you know.

“What? Are you insane? This is never going to happen.” I expressed immediately, giving  him a startled look. My misty dark eyes looked into his, still surprised.

“Yeah, it is. Besides, you’re his family friend, Phoebe. It’s as easy as that.” Cole retorted. I gritted my teeth in anger. He could be so insensitive at times.

“No, it’s not. You of all people should know he doesn’t talk to me.” I cried out.

“That’s even the more reason you should try. I know you Phoebe. You’re relentless. Once you set your mind to doing something, no one can stop you.” he added confidently.

“And, is that supposed to make me change my mind?” I asked, cringing my brows. The next thing he did was make the puppy face he knew was my weakness.

“Please, Phoebe. Do this for me, for us. Please. . .” he pleaded, dragging the please normal than usual. I hate my best friend. He knew my weakness.

“Oh, no. Don’t do that puppy face with me. I really hate it when you do that.” I groaned out only for him to make puppy face again.

“Please. . .” he begged again. He knew that face was my weak point. I couldn’t resist saying yes with his pity face.

Still, Asher was my crush and it'd be so awkward. But, this was my best friend…

“Fine, deal!” I let out, already frustrated.

“Really? Thanks for making this karaoke possible.” he made out.

“Though, don’t get too excited. Asher is a grumpy one so it won’t be easy.” I told him, sincerely. Besides, how was I even going to approach him to ask if he would come.

“Just do your best, bestie. I'll just do the second item on the list.” he said, grasping the karaoke to-do-list from my hand.

“What might that be?” I said, still stretching my neck towards the list he created.

“Get a popular figure to perform for us.” he replied me with confidence.

Cole sure knew how to dream so big.

Dreams?

I didn’t have any dream besides getting back at Whitney and getting Asher to like me. My life was as simple as that, you know. And I think I was contented with all other things, apart from those two.

“Are you kidding, Cole? Your list's expectations are too dreamy. Face reality! If we can’t get Asher to perform, how are we supposed to get a popular person to?” I asked crazily.

“I sure have my ways, Phoebe. Just do your part and I’ll do mine.” he answered, scratching the back of his head.

“Here’s your flute.” he muttered, handing me the piece. It was an old flute my dad gave me. I had told him I wanted a guitar but he declined my request, saying that wasn’t the essence of music.

My most pain was that my mum supported him.

“Thanks, for fixing it!” I told him.

“Yup anytime,” he replied.

"You know I love you, right?" I wrinkled my nose, telling him.

"I do, Phoebe. Best friends forever," he replied, giving me a thumbs up while I giggled.

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I woke up the next day with the goal on my mind.

Get Asher to perform for the karaoke party.

To do that, I knew I had to get his attention. First, I was going to wear the best outfits in my wardrobe.

Normally, I didn’t pay attention to my appearance because I didn’t care. But, today, I was looking for attention. Thus, I had to wear something pretty sexy.

“Total care.” I reminded myself. I didn’t want to end up looking like one of the school sluts that chased him. I knew I had to wear something innocent and at the same time sexy.

As I scanned my closet for outfits, I couldn’t find any. I had already scattered my whole clothes on the floor.

For once in my life, I actually wished I paid more attention to my closet. Whenever mum got me new clothes, I’d tell her the homeless children needed it more.

I guess she got frustrated with her countless yelling and left me to my fate.

It was at that moment something dawned on me. I had a cousin named, Galaxy. She lived with us after her parents passed away in an accident since she was five.

If anything, Galaxy was about my age. She was a huge fashionista and my advantage this morning was that…

She was in school! That meant I could go borrow some of her clothes.

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When I walked into college, I could feel different gazes at me. I knew it was definitely from the outfit I had worn.

I had taken a short leather skirt from Galaxy’s closet. I then paired it with a white blouse which had a bra cup shape. It kind of showed my shoulders which I felt wasn’t bad.

My legs were in a stylish boot I took from Galaxy’s closet too. As I walked to my locker, I could feel people gazing at me.

Just opposite my locker was Asher’s. With his back rested on his locker, a slut was trying her best to grab his interest. Her vicious boobs were leaning into him. I could see he was not interested though.

Asher's eyes bored into mine. It was a mysterious look that caused me to hook on my spot. I felt so timid at the point, with my gaze down. When I looked back up however, his gaze was already torn away from me.

I didn't know how to go about this at all. My hands, sweaty with so much nervousness. Perhaps, I could try to save him and get his attention.

Just as I moved to go, I heard a demonic voice from behind me.

“Well, well, well. Look who wore a different outfit today.” I looked side to see who it was.

Not again...

Whitney. 

Her minions were just behind her.

“What do you want from me, Whitney? I thought you made yourself clear the last time.” I stated, asking. I was referring to how she had bathed me with a water which stunk of fish. I hated the fact that she bullied me and I couldn't do anything about it.

“Oh, shut up. You know you had my hatred ever since you embarrassed me in Chemistry class.” she declared maliciously, with the other girls humming in support. She was referring to how I had answered a question she missed in Chemistry class.

“That’s past, Whitney. Having a grudge because against me because of that is so lame and low.” I told her sincerely.

“You fucking bitch! You just called me lame and low!” she cried out. Without warning, her hands moved to my face. Before I could react, she had given me a slap on the face.

This sudden impact led to me falling weakly on the floor.

God, I wondered why I was such a loser when it came to defending myself.

“This is a lesson that you should be careful with whom you mess with. Let’s teach this little weirdo her place.” Whitney uttered, ordering them. The three of them aimed to pounce on me like jaguars.

With my elbows covering the back of my head, I waited for the impact but nothing came. This made me timidly look up.

I could swear my heart stopped. Or did it? Cause I could swear it did. My brows arched as I sized up whoever was in front of me.

“I couldn’t stop you when you hit her the first time. But, touch her again, I dare you,” A strongly masculine voice said. It was in the spur of the moment I realized who it was that had just saved me.

Asher.

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