References: Stuff I don't own, blah blah blah. Don't sue, alright?
The sketch in front of me is a drawing of the stately mansion that belongs to Leo. We're actually in his wing of the mansion right now, chilling and relaxing in the living room. I put down the pencil - Faber Castell sure makes nice pencils! - was holding.
"Tell the leader that I refuse to sing this song," I told Tyson shortly, looking up from the sketch I was drawing, "Tell him it's stupid and senseless,"
I heard Tyson sigh, get up, and walk towards another area of the room. "Kaitlyn says she doesn't want to sing this song," I heard him say. Boy, that Tyson sure knows how to censor sentences.
I could literally feel a pair of eyes boring into my back. "Tell the lead singer that I want her to sing this damn song, no matter how stupid she thinks it is," See Tyson? You didn't need to censor my words for me. He can hear them just fine. "It's necessary,"
Tyson came back with a tired look on his face. "Jay says he wants you to sing the song because it's necessary,"
Necessary? How can a pop-genre Britney Spears song be necessary for an alternative rock band to cover? Does he think that we're what, on Glee?
"Well, tell the leader that I-," I began to reply, but someone delightfully cut me off.
"Kaitlyn!! Jayden!! I have had enough!!" Chace cried dramatically. Tyson had pleaded for him to come over to try smoothen things out. As you can see, it was an effort of futility, "Assez!! This has been going on for almost a week!! Don't you think the rest of us are tired of being your message-carriers!?"
Ever since The Thing™, I have been avoiding Jay like the plague. Jay? Likewise. We've both been avoiding each other. Ignoring the other when we enter the room, pretending that the other isn't there when performing on stage and making the other guys send messages back and forth.
It's been pretty much over a week since it happened. The insensitive drunkard didn't even find the time or reason to apologize to me!
"Jay, Meredith is here. She's waiting for you at the front door," Leo said as he entered the room, carrying a box in his arms.
Oh yes! Now I remember why he doesn't have the time to make a measly apology for his detrimental actions!! He's too busy with his new girlfriend, Meredith Ford.
"I'll be going now," I heard Jay tell the guys, "And tell the lead singer that I don't care. Britney Spears," And the door slammed shut.
I finally put down the sketch pad and pencil and turned to face everyone. "What?" I asked innocently, "You heard me. No Britney Spears. As much as I appreciate the fact that she is an icon in pop culture, I cannot stand singing songs about hitting myself one more time,"
Jordan sighed wearily. I think he's the one who's taken the second-most toll in this Cold War: Revised Edition, since he's usually the one who pokes fun at me with Jay. "Kaitlyn, why don't you just tell us what happened between the two of you??"
"Yeah," Leo piped up, taking a seat on the floor, picking up a couple of PS3 games and examining them, "The day after the debut party, you both started talking as if the other didn't exist!!"
"No direct interaction for a week," Tyson added, "Wow,"
"Even I, the gay and girly one, have failed to extract anything concerning the rift between the two of them!!" Chace said, horrified, "I have forsaken my gender-kind!!"
"Now, now, Chace," Gabriel patted the American-French on the back comfortingly, "I'm sure that Kaitlyn just doesn't want to talk about it with anyone right now,"
"Yeah, not even me," Leo agreed, slotting a disc into the PS3 console, picking up a wireless controller and throwing it over to Jordan, "And that's saying something, since I'm usually the one everybody confides in,"
I growled in frustration. I know it's my fault, but why can't they bother Jay instead!?
Oh yes. It completely slipped my mind. Too busy sucking face with Meredith Ford.
"Jay hasn't kissed Meredith, if that's what you're grumbling about," Tyson said, "Sure, they're going out and all, but their relationship hasn't gone up a notch,"
Damn. I was speaking my mind unknowingly!
"Yet," Jordan snickered, shaking his head, "That guy. I thought he didn't like the girl!!"
I felt my face flush in embarrassment. They're talking as if I'm being jealous! I am so not jealous.
"I wasn't grumbling about that!!" I denied, "I was grumbling about the fact that you guys only ask me about what happened!! Why can't you ask him instead!?"
Leo flashed me a smile. Ugh. I hate that smile. It always never fails to make me not mad at him. "Jay's been preoccupied by his thoughts," he defended his best friend. Gosh, he's so noble. Why can't Jay be like that as well!? If he were noble, then the Thing™ wouldn't have taken place!! "His mother just recently contacted him, so he's been pretty moody for a while now,"
Stupid, ignoble, idio-wait. Did Leo just say his mother? "As in his real mother?" I asked curiously, not caring about the fact that I was still not talking to the ass. My question sounded weird, but then I realized the others had also asked the same thing in unison. Looks like everyone doesn't know except him.
Leo realized what he had just let slip, as he clamped a hand over his mouth. "I didn't say anything!!" he said, his voice muffled.
I did know that Jay had a very bad relationship with his birth mother, but I don't exactly know the reason why. His aunt and uncle, his adoptive parents, seemed to be very worried when Jay expressed distaste for his mom during the party last week.
The cogs in my mind started turning slowly, as I tried to work out the broken connection between mother and son. If his mom really abandoned Jay and his sister, Dakota, then why would she bother to contact him? Hearing from Jed, I knew that his mother was a successful pastry chef in some European country, so money would definitely not be the issue.
A few minute's silence ensued as I thought hard, then a brilliant idea popped up in my mind.
"Yes!!" I squealed delightedly, only to be met by curious stares from my peers. "I just remembered that I'm receiving a parcel from my parents today. Souvenirs," I explained lamely to them.
They simply shrugged and went back to watching Leo and Jordan try to kill each other on Tekken 6.
"I'll be leaving now!" I said chirpily as I packed up my stationery. I pulled the strap of my sling bag over my head and turned around.
"Kaitlyn,"
I jumped, startled to see Leo standing right in front of me. "Do you want anything from me?"
Leo smiled awkwardly as he took hold of my hand. "Kaitlyn, I know you're tired of hearing this, and I won't press you with more questions," he said, the expression on his face was one of earnestness, "But please, try to work things out with Jay. I care a lot about the both of you, and I really want things to go back to the way it was before,"
I returned his smile with another smile, and he hugged me. "Leo, I'll try," I said cryptically, before heading off.
-
I touched my plain black mask, making sure it was intact and safely on before entering the building that was Byron Dominic's domain. The Sacrosanct Neophyte's HQ. I'm on a very important mission, if you haven't noticed.
Damn, do I sound like one of those uber cool super-spies in movies!! Maybe I'll work for the CIA when I grow up.
Nah, I'm too lazy and unalert.
"Um, hi, is Byron Dominic in?" I asked the receptionist at the front desk nervously. What? I'm afraid they're gonna turn me out!!
"I'm sorry, do you have an appointment with him?" the receptionist asked coldly. See? I told you. She's turning me out!! I'll bet you she doesn't mean her 'sorry', "Because if you don't, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Only employees are allowed to meet Mr. Dominic without making an appointment first,"
Damn! Damn! Damn!
"But I'm the Lightning Kitty," I said, an ounce of desperation in my voice. Damn it! I just want to see the man!! Why won't you let me, you stupid woman!?
The receptionist snorted. "You know, girl," she said, giving me a cold glare. She's dropped all of the formalities, I see. Nice. "I've had at least five girls in already claiming that they're the Lightning Kitty. And you know what? They're all fake!! Trying to get in to have a taste of fame or stalk one of our stars!! So why do you think I'll fall for your lie? Get out, or I'll have to call security to apprehend you,"
"But I'm the real deal!!" I insisted, "The flesh-and-blood Lightning Kitty!! Why would I ever lie to you?"
"Because you're just a wanna-be little girl who, instead of being here, should just go home and play with your make-up and remain dreaming about the day you become rich, successful and famous? Which, by the way, will never happen??"
Gosh, what has crawled up her ass and died today? Bitch.
"But I-!"
"Security!!" the bitch shrieked, rapidly pressing a red button near her computer screen, "We have a problem!!"
Instantly, a bunch of black-suited guys - who, by the way, look more like FBI agents as opposed to plain ol' security guys - surrounded me. One of them grabbed my arms, and my survival instincts kicked in.
"I'm the real thing, dammit!!" I shrieked, as I started flailing around. My bag slid off my shoulder and fell onto the floor with a dull thud. I accidentally kicked one guy in the face as he tried to grab my legs in an attempt to subdue me.
The leg-grabber groaned as he now grabbed his face. Is that blood I see? Gosh, I really do know how to pack a kick, don't I??
"Uh, what's going on here?"
The black-suited guys stopped and straightened up. The arm-grabber put me down as he saluted He-Who-Interrupted-My-Epic-Fight. "Mr. Stryker, good afternoon. We were just trying to get this impersonator to leave," I heard one of the dudes lie.
Dash? I couldn't see him, as I was still surrounded by these black-suited assholes.
By the way, let me clue you in boys, A) I AM THE FRIGGIN' REAL THING and B) YOU WERE MANHANDLING ME!!
"Impersonator?" I heard Dash ask with interest, "May I see who it is??"
"Oh, do be careful Dashielle!" I heard the bitch exclaim with a sickly-sweet tone, "That ruffian is dangerous!! She kicked Jerry's face and broke his nose!!"
"She? A girl broke your nose?" I could hear undisguised delight. Sick, sick boy. "I have got to see this girl!!"
Reluctantly, the assholes surrounding me stepped aside to give Dash a better view of me.
Dash's grin seemed to grow wider when he somehow managed to recognize me. "Lightning??" he exclaimed in amusement, "I knew you were wild, seeing how you hang out with those babies, but wow, is this a whole new level!"
I made a face and my eyes darted over to see the expression on the bitch's face. Priceless.
Her jaw was wide open, her eyes were wide as well; any more wider would've caused them to pop out of their sockets; and she was now gaping like a goldfish.
"Hello, Dash," I greeted curtly, repressing the smug smile that was threatening to form on my face. "It's been quite a while,"
"Likewise," he smirked, before turning to Bitchy Receptionist with an innocent face. "May I ask why you're calling her an impersonator? Don't you recognize her? She's the Lightning Kitty,"
"B-But she may be lying!!" Bitchy Receptionist insisted, "She's going along with your questions!! She's deluding you!! She's not even with the Lightning Devils!!"
"So what if I'm not with them?" I snapped, "I can visit my workplace any time I like!! With or without them!!"
Dash seemed to notice something on the floor, because he bent down and picked up my bag. "Why didn't you show this to her?" he asked me, fishing something out from underneath my sketchpad, which had fallen out of the bag during the struggle.
A collective gasp of 'Oh, shit!'s from the FBI - so shoot me if they're not real FBI - went around their little group; their faces blanched. Must be a very important thing that Dash fished out and that I do not know about.
I scrutinized the rectangular, laminated card. It had my pseudonym on it, and the unmistakable signature of Byron Dominic, accompanied with the big, bold letters: ARTISTE.
What the hell? When did this get here? I never knew of the existence of his identification card until, well, Dash pulled it out!!
"I..." I failed to find words to explain the mysterious card, when a scene of my life from earlier played out in my head. Didn't Leo take my hand, then hug me?
My God.
Leo knows! Leo knew I was going to visit Byron!! He had me figured out under five minutes!!
He probably anticipated my movements when he had accidentally let slip that Jay's mom contacted him. Wait. Maybe he did it on purpose!! But what for??
"Well, whatever. Now that you've shown the identification card, I suggest you apologize to Lightning, because I'm sure Byron's not going to be very happy about this when he hears about this," Dash suggested with an innocent smile. Then, as an afterthought, he added, "From me,"
"Oh, no. I'm sure Mr. Dominic doesn't need to hear about it!!" Bitchy Receptionist said hastily, then pasted on the fake smile of all fake smiles, "I'm sorry about the misunderstanding, Miss Lightning,"
"Oh no, it's okay," I replied grudgingly with a fake smile of my own, "I'm glad you now know that I'm not some two-faced, suck-up bitch who licks the floor that rich, successful and famous people walk on!! Who, by the way, will probably spend the rest of her miserable life in front of a computer screen, monotonously typing away!!"
Woman, I may not look like it, but I can be a bitch too. Also, verbal arguments with Chace is good enough practice for me.
Bitchy Receptionist's jaw went wide open indignantly when she decoded my sentence. I can see that she's tempted to make a bitchy remark, but really, does she want to do that with Dash around??
"Come on, Lightning," Dash snickered, as he pulled me towards the elevators, "I'm sure you want to see Byron as soon as possible, after all the trouble you've been through,"
-
"So."
"So," I shot Dash a look.
"Why go through all that trouble when you knew that they weren't gonna believe you were the real thing?" Dash prodded my side, "And without the babies, too. Must be a very important thing you want to either ask or tell Byron,"
"My business is of no concern of yours, Dashielle,"
"My, my!!" Dash feigned a hurt look, and dramatically placed a hand over where his heart should be. I mean, why would goth-boy have a heart? He's evil. "And this is coming from I person who's skin I just saved!!"
"I could've taken care of myself just fine, thank you," I shot back.
The elevator dinged, signaling that we had reached my destination. Goth-boy Dash was heading to the recording studio above this floor. "If you will excuse me, I'll be taking my leave," I said primly, before stepping out of the elevator.
"Bye Kaitlyn!!" Dash waved mockingly as the doors closed.
What the-? Oh. My. God. OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!
DASH KNOWS!! DASH KNOWS WHO I REALLY AM!!!!
How did he figure it out!? Is he like a mind-reader or something!?
I quickly turned to press the elevator button, abusing the poor button with rapid, desperate jabs, my wanting to see Byron Dominic, forgotten. I seriously can't trust Dash without coercing him into keeping my secret! It's even a miracle that it hasn't been blown yet. This is Dash Stryker we're talking about. The malicious-looking teenager who seems full of teenage angst, who also happens to be in part of the Lightning Devil's rival band, Lucifer. Knowing who Lightning Kitty is... it's just screaming for him to sabotage us.
I'm so screwed.
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The sketch in front of me is a drawing of the stately mansion that belongs to Leo. We're actually in his wing of the mansion right now, chilling and relaxing in the living room. I put down the pencil - Faber Castell sure makes nice pencils! - was holding.
"Tell the leader that I refuse to sing this song," I told Tyson shortly, looking up from the sketch I was drawing, "Tell him it's stupid and senseless,"
I heard Tyson sigh, get up, and walk towards another area of the room. "Kaitlyn says she doesn't want to sing this song," I heard him say. Boy, that Tyson sure knows how to censor sentences.
I could literally feel a pair of eyes boring into my back. "Tell the lead singer that I want her to sing this damn song, no matter how stupid she thinks it is," See Tyson? You didn't need to censor my words for me. He can hear them just fine. "It's necessary,"
Tyson came back with a tired look on his face. "Jay says he wants you to sing the song because it's necessary,"
Necessary? How can a pop-genre Britney Spears song be necessary for an alternative rock band to cover? Does he think that we're what, on Glee?
"Well, tell the leader that I-," I began to reply, but someone delightfully cut me off.
"Kaitlyn!! Jayden!! I have had enough!!" Chace cried dramatically. Tyson had pleaded for him to come over to try smoothen things out. As you can see, it was an effort of futility, "Assez!! This has been going on for almost a week!! Don't you think the rest of us are tired of being your message-carriers!?"
Ever since The Thing™, I have been avoiding Jay like the plague. Jay? Likewise. We've both been avoiding each other. Ignoring the other when we enter the room, pretending that the other isn't there when performing on stage and making the other guys send messages back and forth.
It's been pretty much over a week since it happened. The insensitive drunkard didn't even find the time or reason to apologize to me!
"Jay, Meredith is here. She's waiting for you at the front door," Leo said as he entered the room, carrying a box in his arms.
Oh yes! Now I remember why he doesn't have the time to make a measly apology for his detrimental actions!! He's too busy with his new girlfriend, Meredith Ford.
"I'll be going now," I heard Jay tell the guys, "And tell the lead singer that I don't care. Britney Spears," And the door slammed shut.
I finally put down the sketch pad and pencil and turned to face everyone. "What?" I asked innocently, "You heard me. No Britney Spears. As much as I appreciate the fact that she is an icon in pop culture, I cannot stand singing songs about hitting myself one more time,"
Jordan sighed wearily. I think he's the one who's taken the second-most toll in this Cold War: Revised Edition, since he's usually the one who pokes fun at me with Jay. "Kaitlyn, why don't you just tell us what happened between the two of you??"
"Yeah," Leo piped up, taking a seat on the floor, picking up a couple of PS3 games and examining them, "The day after the debut party, you both started talking as if the other didn't exist!!"
"No direct interaction for a week," Tyson added, "Wow,"
"Even I, the gay and girly one, have failed to extract anything concerning the rift between the two of them!!" Chace said, horrified, "I have forsaken my gender-kind!!"
"Now, now, Chace," Gabriel patted the American-French on the back comfortingly, "I'm sure that Kaitlyn just doesn't want to talk about it with anyone right now,"
"Yeah, not even me," Leo agreed, slotting a disc into the PS3 console, picking up a wireless controller and throwing it over to Jordan, "And that's saying something, since I'm usually the one everybody confides in,"
I growled in frustration. I know it's my fault, but why can't they bother Jay instead!?
Oh yes. It completely slipped my mind. Too busy sucking face with Meredith Ford.
"Jay hasn't kissed Meredith, if that's what you're grumbling about," Tyson said, "Sure, they're going out and all, but their relationship hasn't gone up a notch,"
Damn. I was speaking my mind unknowingly!
"Yet," Jordan snickered, shaking his head, "That guy. I thought he didn't like the girl!!"
I felt my face flush in embarrassment. They're talking as if I'm being jealous! I am so not jealous.
"I wasn't grumbling about that!!" I denied, "I was grumbling about the fact that you guys only ask me about what happened!! Why can't you ask him instead!?"
Leo flashed me a smile. Ugh. I hate that smile. It always never fails to make me not mad at him. "Jay's been preoccupied by his thoughts," he defended his best friend. Gosh, he's so noble. Why can't Jay be like that as well!? If he were noble, then the Thing™ wouldn't have taken place!! "His mother just recently contacted him, so he's been pretty moody for a while now,"
Stupid, ignoble, idio-wait. Did Leo just say his mother? "As in his real mother?" I asked curiously, not caring about the fact that I was still not talking to the ass. My question sounded weird, but then I realized the others had also asked the same thing in unison. Looks like everyone doesn't know except him.
Leo realized what he had just let slip, as he clamped a hand over his mouth. "I didn't say anything!!" he said, his voice muffled.
I did know that Jay had a very bad relationship with his birth mother, but I don't exactly know the reason why. His aunt and uncle, his adoptive parents, seemed to be very worried when Jay expressed distaste for his mom during the party last week.
The cogs in my mind started turning slowly, as I tried to work out the broken connection between mother and son. If his mom really abandoned Jay and his sister, Dakota, then why would she bother to contact him? Hearing from Jed, I knew that his mother was a successful pastry chef in some European country, so money would definitely not be the issue.
A few minute's silence ensued as I thought hard, then a brilliant idea popped up in my mind.
"Yes!!" I squealed delightedly, only to be met by curious stares from my peers. "I just remembered that I'm receiving a parcel from my parents today. Souvenirs," I explained lamely to them.
They simply shrugged and went back to watching Leo and Jordan try to kill each other on Tekken 6.
"I'll be leaving now!" I said chirpily as I packed up my stationery. I pulled the strap of my sling bag over my head and turned around.
"Kaitlyn,"
I jumped, startled to see Leo standing right in front of me. "Do you want anything from me?"
Leo smiled awkwardly as he took hold of my hand. "Kaitlyn, I know you're tired of hearing this, and I won't press you with more questions," he said, the expression on his face was one of earnestness, "But please, try to work things out with Jay. I care a lot about the both of you, and I really want things to go back to the way it was before,"
I returned his smile with another smile, and he hugged me. "Leo, I'll try," I said cryptically, before heading off.
-
I touched my plain black mask, making sure it was intact and safely on before entering the building that was Byron Dominic's domain. The Sacrosanct Neophyte's HQ. I'm on a very important mission, if you haven't noticed.
Damn, do I sound like one of those uber cool super-spies in movies!! Maybe I'll work for the CIA when I grow up.
Nah, I'm too lazy and unalert.
"Um, hi, is Byron Dominic in?" I asked the receptionist at the front desk nervously. What? I'm afraid they're gonna turn me out!!
"I'm sorry, do you have an appointment with him?" the receptionist asked coldly. See? I told you. She's turning me out!! I'll bet you she doesn't mean her 'sorry', "Because if you don't, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Only employees are allowed to meet Mr. Dominic without making an appointment first,"
Damn! Damn! Damn!
"But I'm the Lightning Kitty," I said, an ounce of desperation in my voice. Damn it! I just want to see the man!! Why won't you let me, you stupid woman!?
The receptionist snorted. "You know, girl," she said, giving me a cold glare. She's dropped all of the formalities, I see. Nice. "I've had at least five girls in already claiming that they're the Lightning Kitty. And you know what? They're all fake!! Trying to get in to have a taste of fame or stalk one of our stars!! So why do you think I'll fall for your lie? Get out, or I'll have to call security to apprehend you,"
"But I'm the real deal!!" I insisted, "The flesh-and-blood Lightning Kitty!! Why would I ever lie to you?"
"Because you're just a wanna-be little girl who, instead of being here, should just go home and play with your make-up and remain dreaming about the day you become rich, successful and famous? Which, by the way, will never happen??"
Gosh, what has crawled up her ass and died today? Bitch.
"But I-!"
"Security!!" the bitch shrieked, rapidly pressing a red button near her computer screen, "We have a problem!!"
Instantly, a bunch of black-suited guys - who, by the way, look more like FBI agents as opposed to plain ol' security guys - surrounded me. One of them grabbed my arms, and my survival instincts kicked in.
"I'm the real thing, dammit!!" I shrieked, as I started flailing around. My bag slid off my shoulder and fell onto the floor with a dull thud. I accidentally kicked one guy in the face as he tried to grab my legs in an attempt to subdue me.
The leg-grabber groaned as he now grabbed his face. Is that blood I see? Gosh, I really do know how to pack a kick, don't I??
"Uh, what's going on here?"
The black-suited guys stopped and straightened up. The arm-grabber put me down as he saluted He-Who-Interrupted-My-Epic-Fight. "Mr. Stryker, good afternoon. We were just trying to get this impersonator to leave," I heard one of the dudes lie.
Dash? I couldn't see him, as I was still surrounded by these black-suited assholes.
By the way, let me clue you in boys, A) I AM THE FRIGGIN' REAL THING and B) YOU WERE MANHANDLING ME!!
"Impersonator?" I heard Dash ask with interest, "May I see who it is??"
"Oh, do be careful Dashielle!" I heard the bitch exclaim with a sickly-sweet tone, "That ruffian is dangerous!! She kicked Jerry's face and broke his nose!!"
"She? A girl broke your nose?" I could hear undisguised delight. Sick, sick boy. "I have got to see this girl!!"
Reluctantly, the assholes surrounding me stepped aside to give Dash a better view of me.
Dash's grin seemed to grow wider when he somehow managed to recognize me. "Lightning??" he exclaimed in amusement, "I knew you were wild, seeing how you hang out with those babies, but wow, is this a whole new level!"
I made a face and my eyes darted over to see the expression on the bitch's face. Priceless.
Her jaw was wide open, her eyes were wide as well; any more wider would've caused them to pop out of their sockets; and she was now gaping like a goldfish.
"Hello, Dash," I greeted curtly, repressing the smug smile that was threatening to form on my face. "It's been quite a while,"
"Likewise," he smirked, before turning to Bitchy Receptionist with an innocent face. "May I ask why you're calling her an impersonator? Don't you recognize her? She's the Lightning Kitty,"
"B-But she may be lying!!" Bitchy Receptionist insisted, "She's going along with your questions!! She's deluding you!! She's not even with the Lightning Devils!!"
"So what if I'm not with them?" I snapped, "I can visit my workplace any time I like!! With or without them!!"
Dash seemed to notice something on the floor, because he bent down and picked up my bag. "Why didn't you show this to her?" he asked me, fishing something out from underneath my sketchpad, which had fallen out of the bag during the struggle.
A collective gasp of 'Oh, shit!'s from the FBI - so shoot me if they're not real FBI - went around their little group; their faces blanched. Must be a very important thing that Dash fished out and that I do not know about.
I scrutinized the rectangular, laminated card. It had my pseudonym on it, and the unmistakable signature of Byron Dominic, accompanied with the big, bold letters: ARTISTE.
What the hell? When did this get here? I never knew of the existence of his identification card until, well, Dash pulled it out!!
"I..." I failed to find words to explain the mysterious card, when a scene of my life from earlier played out in my head. Didn't Leo take my hand, then hug me?
My God.
Leo knows! Leo knew I was going to visit Byron!! He had me figured out under five minutes!!
He probably anticipated my movements when he had accidentally let slip that Jay's mom contacted him. Wait. Maybe he did it on purpose!! But what for??
"Well, whatever. Now that you've shown the identification card, I suggest you apologize to Lightning, because I'm sure Byron's not going to be very happy about this when he hears about this," Dash suggested with an innocent smile. Then, as an afterthought, he added, "From me,"
"Oh, no. I'm sure Mr. Dominic doesn't need to hear about it!!" Bitchy Receptionist said hastily, then pasted on the fake smile of all fake smiles, "I'm sorry about the misunderstanding, Miss Lightning,"
"Oh no, it's okay," I replied grudgingly with a fake smile of my own, "I'm glad you now know that I'm not some two-faced, suck-up bitch who licks the floor that rich, successful and famous people walk on!! Who, by the way, will probably spend the rest of her miserable life in front of a computer screen, monotonously typing away!!"
Woman, I may not look like it, but I can be a bitch too. Also, verbal arguments with Chace is good enough practice for me.
Bitchy Receptionist's jaw went wide open indignantly when she decoded my sentence. I can see that she's tempted to make a bitchy remark, but really, does she want to do that with Dash around??
"Come on, Lightning," Dash snickered, as he pulled me towards the elevators, "I'm sure you want to see Byron as soon as possible, after all the trouble you've been through,"
-
"So."
"So," I shot Dash a look.
"Why go through all that trouble when you knew that they weren't gonna believe you were the real thing?" Dash prodded my side, "And without the babies, too. Must be a very important thing you want to either ask or tell Byron,"
"My business is of no concern of yours, Dashielle,"
"My, my!!" Dash feigned a hurt look, and dramatically placed a hand over where his heart should be. I mean, why would goth-boy have a heart? He's evil. "And this is coming from I person who's skin I just saved!!"
"I could've taken care of myself just fine, thank you," I shot back.
The elevator dinged, signaling that we had reached my destination. Goth-boy Dash was heading to the recording studio above this floor. "If you will excuse me, I'll be taking my leave," I said primly, before stepping out of the elevator.
"Bye Kaitlyn!!" Dash waved mockingly as the doors closed.
What the-? Oh. My. God. OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!
DASH KNOWS!! DASH KNOWS WHO I REALLY AM!!!!
How did he figure it out!? Is he like a mind-reader or something!?
I quickly turned to press the elevator button, abusing the poor button with rapid, desperate jabs, my wanting to see Byron Dominic, forgotten. I seriously can't trust Dash without coercing him into keeping my secret! It's even a miracle that it hasn't been blown yet. This is Dash Stryker we're talking about. The malicious-looking teenager who seems full of teenage angst, who also happens to be in part of the Lightning Devil's rival band, Lucifer. Knowing who Lightning Kitty is... it's just screaming for him to sabotage us.
I'm so screwed.
