Unnecessary Chapter

When I got home from school, I went for a jog. I had to do something to clear my head and piece everything together. Plus, Kate is in good shape and I want to keep it that way. I managed to figure out a few things during the jog. I am impressed with my brain for recalling as much information as it did while I was zoned out for most of the book.

I know Kate’s boyfriend’s name is Max and that Kate has an older brother, Oliver. He is one year older than Kate, but he failed his senior year. Now he has to repeat it in the same year as Kate. I overheard his mother giving him a lecture of a lifetime. He seems to be quite on the social side of life from what I heard.

After I took a shower, I sit on the bed and scroll through all the photos on Kate’s phone. She has many selfies and pictures with friends and family. My own phone has almost no selfies. I am not one for selfies, but I like to take photos with my friends. I notice Kate has no photos with Ally which is strange. They have been friends for the last year. You would think they have some photos together.

I realize there are less than ten songs on Kate’s phone. I live for music, so we have to get some songs on here. I navigate to Spotify and play a playlist that seems fun. When “Don’t let me down” by The Chainsmokers starts playing, I stop in my tracks. What year did I travel to?

2016? No way. I laugh softly while I make my way back to the closet. I remember those times. I wish I could say I missed those days, but I don’t. I was too busy studying and focusing on my academics to ensure I can get into the top universities. If I had lived as Kate, I would miss those days.

“I need you, I need you, I need you right now. Yeah, I need you right now . . . “ I sing, searching through the clothes in the closet. I do not think I will ever get enough of this closet. It is a dream come true. I must decide what to wear for tomorrow, but there are too many options. I shift through some of the outfits I like. My phone buzzes and I sigh in frustration. That can be none other than the author.

Congratulations, you survived the first day. I am surprised you didn’t change anything from the original story, so I guess it can’t be that bad. I’m glad you are enjoying it. And remember, the story starts tomorrow xxx

I chuck my phone on my bed and scoff. Then why didn’t the story start tomorrow? Readers don’t want to struggle through a boring first day as I did. Just start with the action. Writing 101.

I enter the closet again and tilt my head, searching for that vintage denim that I saw earlier. It is calling my name. I take it off the hanger and flip through the shirts. I find a blue and white striped shirt. That will work nicely with the vintage denim.

The door creaks open and footsteps walk past the closet. I recognize Oliver as he passes the closet and turns the volume down.

“Dial it down a bit, will you? Mum is in a bad mood,” he whispers, afraid that she might hear him. I smile as I know that I would have done exactly the same when my mother was in a bad mood. My sister always called it “bad juju” whenever Mum was having a bad day.

“Thanks for the heads up,” I say from the closet. Oliver sits on the bed and scrolls through the playlist, skipping to another song. “Hey,” I call and pop my head out of the closet. Oliver chuckles, throwing the phone on the bed.

“Are you still hanging out with that other girl, Ally?” I nod my head. “Why? You are aware that it is damaging your image. Your outfits are not going to keep Max with you forever. And once you two are out, you are out of the cool circle.” He stands up and heads to the door.

“Are you saying I have good outfits?” I joke and he scoffs.

“Not quite my style, but everyone else loves it. Just think about your reputation,” he says with a serious expression. I roll my eyes and laugh at him. Is he serious? Yes, he is dead serious.

“Yes sir,” I say with a mock salute.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He leaves without closing the door. I shout his name, but he ignores me. I stomp to the door and slams it closed. Why is it so hard for people to close a bloody door? You would think he was raised in a cave.

After finalizing my outfit with a leather belt, I fall on the bed. “PILLOWTALK” from Zayn plays. I have almost forgotten about this song. All these songs are giving me nostalgia for something I have never experienced before.

“Dinner,” Kate’s mother calls from downstairs. I hurry out of my room and down the stairs. Kate’s dad stands at the entrance of his study. So, this is how he looks. He is way more attractive than I imagined him when I read this story. I walk toward him with a smile at him and he embraces me. 

"Nice to see you again, Catherine. How was your first day?" he asks as we all take our places at the table.

"Quite boring." He chuckles and Kate's mother starts to put food on our plates. I look at the potato and scrunch up my nose. I hate potatoes. It tastes like nothing.

Then I remember that their mother is not in a good mood, and I do not want to get on her wrong side, so I quickly change my expression. We eat in silence.

Oliver decides to break the silence to talk about his day. As he talks about the new kids, I remember that the alpha and his friend will be there tomorrow. Hopefully, I don't have to talk to them or even see them.

Ugh, but I have to protect Allison from the alpha until he has learned some manners. They are not going to get together if I have a say in it. This toxic relationship is a no from me. I will be fixing that to set a better example for younger girls that read this. They will learn about ✨healthy✨ relationships.

From tomorrow on, there are going to be a lot more changes made to this story.