I was pretty surprised by Dexter's cold shoulder towards Melody today.
Melody was a ghostly shade of pale, frantically trying to use Dexter as her ticket to high society. Looks like her plans went down the drain, huh?
"Dexter... you already promised me." Melody's eyes were red and watery as she spoke.
Dexter remained silent, offering no explanation.
I struggled to break free from Dexter's grip, but he wouldn't let go. "Phoebe, whether you get to meet the president of the All-Stars Consortium at tomorrow's charity gala depends on you playing ball today."
He was obviously running out of patience. "Who else in Sea City could take you to the gala but me?"
I looked at Dexter. "So, what's it gonna be? You planning on taking us both? Dream on."
Dexter's hand on my wrist tightened. "I'm taking you."
Melody turned and ran off crying.
I scoffed. "I'm not exactly dying for it."
"Do you have any other options?" Dexter asked me.
To be honest, I didn't.
"Alright, Mr. Fitzgerald, take me. What's your angle?" I eyed Dexter; he wasn't the type to do something for nothing.
"Don't give me that attitude. Phoebe..." Dexter pleaded.
"How should I act towards you, then?"
"Like before, okay?" Dexter's voice was filled with desperation.
"Ha... Please you like before, huh?" I laughed. "Fine, just wait."
I wrenched my hand away and left him standing there.
It just goes to show you've got to have a backup plan in life.
Dexter had already burned all his bridges with me.
...
Back in my room.
I flopped onto the bed and continued to scroll through my parents' journal.
"Today, Phoebe fit in with the other kids, so happy."
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