Chapter 2

Chantria

“I feel like someone is digging inside my stomach,” Chanel mumbles while lying on her bed. She heaves a sigh, trying to stop whoever it is that’s digging her stomach.

It seems like she is finally herself now a little since she can talk straight and without stuttering. At least she is not that drunk compared to before. Because I swear, Carleigh will not stop nagging her for the following weeks. And she is quite the nagger.

I am scanning on my news feed right now, smiling at the comments on the video I posted online. It already has thousands of likes and shares, and people are starting to pour the comment section.

Chanel hasn’t seen it yet, unfortunately, but it can wait. For now, I need to let other people see it and wait for their reactions. I can’t wait for her boyfriend’s response as well. I wonder how he will react. Or if he has the guts to react at all. I mean, this is Chanel I am talking about. Many people love her.

“Yeah,” Carleigh said, “and if you do not stop drinking like that at parties from now on, I will dig it some more myself.”

I chuckle. “If I were you, Chanel, I would be threatened. She can really dig, I assure you.” That's true. I remember how she punched me in the face before for punching another guy. Well, that's something that needs to be buried in the past forever.

Sighing in defeat, she says, “Alright, I won’t anymore. It just gives me headaches every morning anyway.”

I chuckle again, reading Samantha’s comment about the video, saying she can suggest names if I want. And she is sure the guys she knows have bigger d-icks, just like Chanel wants it.

I immediately reply to her to send the list privately, but not to me, to Chanel. And when she says that she already did, I look at Chanel’s reaction as she fishes from the pocket of her pajamas. I do not try to hide my facial expression because there is really no need to. I just want to enjoy this little revenge of mine.

At first, her eyebrows crease at whatever it is she’s reading, then she starts typing so fast. After a while, her eyebrows crease some more, then more typing. She suddenly sits up straight abruptly, watching something on her phone. That is my cue to stand and go inside the bathroom to hide temporarily from the wrath of my little sister.

“Chantria! How dare you?”

I am laughing out loud inside the bathroom after I lock the door. A banging from outside startles me for a while, but I just go back to laughing. I play the video I took of her and makes the volume louder for them to hear. I snort.

“Ben and I broke up a while ago after we made out. He is a good kisser, you know.”

“Then, why did you break up with him if he is a good kisser?”

“Because his d-ick is so small! Ghad, Chantria, it is so small that I can’t reach my climax whenever we had s-ex. It feels better when I finger myself. What am I supposed to do? Girl needs a bigger d-ick!”

“I am going to pull all your teeth when you get out there. I swear!” Chanel growls from the door, still banging. “Why did you upload this? Argh!” She makes a gagging sound. “My stomach is turning again. I want to vomit.”

“Why are you so mad?” I ask. “There is nothing wrong with the video.”

“You are well aware of why I am angry, Chantria. Everything about the video is wrong!” She is still growling, but her voice calms for a while before she continues. “Okay, not the part where I broke up with Ben and the d-ick part because all of those are true. But come on, Chantria! I look like a mess in the video. My hair, my lipstick, my ghad!”

That makes me shake my head. I know that it is not about the words she said but more about her appearance. She hates it when her picture, or video, gets leaked like this. That is because she always wants to be presentable and gorgeous in everything that she is posting online.

Not this time, though.

“This is called revenge, Chanel!” I shout from inside the bathroom. My voice echoes, and it is like my voice is bouncing on my ears continuously. I laugh like a witch and wait for her response.

“What? I didn’t do anything to you –oh!”

I roll my eyes even though she can’t see me. “Remember somethin’ now?” I ask sarcastically.

“Well, I can’t do anything about that. Dad threatened to cut off my card if I did not tell the truth. What am I suppose to do?”

“So, you chose your card over your sister, huh?” My voice has an accusing tone in it, but I intend it to sound like that. She needs to know that I am still upset at what she did. And all of that is for her card, all for money. I don't care about being grounded, though, since I barely go out of my room anyway.

“I didn’t know dad would ground you because you didn’t attend the meeting that was supposed to be your debut at the company. Take note, the company that is going to be yours soon. What were you thinking? Can you imagine the embarrassment on dad’s face while waiting for his daughter to come, and no one came? If I was in that position, I would not just ground you. I would freeze your card as well. Better yet, freeze you to death.”

I heave a sigh, thinking about the things she said. Right, it was partly my fault for not attending, but I am not supposed to show my face in the company until my eighteenth birthday. That was my condition, and I was not ready yet. And they knew that.

“Hey,” a soft voice whispers outside. I know that voice really well. Only Carleigh can make her voice as smooth as that. Chanel is more like the boombox type of person. She doesn’t know how to whisper. She likes it loud.

One time, when we were just kids, she shouted at my ears so loud. She was so angry at me. But it was too late when she realized that I was crying in pain. All I could hear was the ringing inside my ears, like a radio’s static or television with a bad signal. Our mom rushed me to the hospital, and Chanel cried so hard even though I had already stopped.

I open the door with a glum look painted on my face. “I am going to inherit the company, Carleigh. I have already accepted it for you. I know how much you hate our dad’s company, and you have a dream of your own that you want to pursue. But I was just not ready yet. At least, I am now since I am already eighteen.”

“That is not what I am about to say.” I chuckle but doesn’t say a word. “I am sorry.”

I pout. “I told you never to apologize again, didn’t I?”

“But still, I’m sorry. If not for me, you won’t even have to inherit anything. We all hated dad’s company. The three of us didn’t want to have any affiliation with one of the Big Three.”

“Yeah, but someone has to.” I bit my lower lip. “And I will. I don’t know what I want or what I dream of anyway. So, maybe I’ll just go with his company. Maybe, just maybe, I will come to love it.”

Carleigh stares at me. The kind of stare that is telling me so many things without the need of the mouth. I hug her, and later on, Chanel joins our little circle even though I am still upset at what she did. At least we are even now because of the video.

I just can’t stop thinking about what happened these past few months as I nuzzle on their hug.