Chapter 23

Payton tugs on my arm gently.


"We should get going," Payton says, "see you back at the table, Mychael."


With that, I let Payton steer me away from the fish station. He asks me whether I'd like orange juice. I smile wanly at him and ask him to grab me one. Then I rush to the bathroom. I barely register that I'm crying until the front of my shirt is soaked.


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Eva Trend P.O.V


When I compose myself, I manage to wipe off the runny mascara below my eyes and return to the table. I set back my plate on the table and trail off to find some orange juice to drink. I walk around and I see Jacob talking to the human fish mascot they decided to have. The mascot looks like he wants to die. I don't blame him.


I decide to ignore Jacob and look for the orange juice. I'm thirsty.


Noen and Lil huddy are at the table with all the cooked fish and loading up on that. I guess sushi and salads aren't their thing.


Next to them, I can see Danielle, Zoe, Sarah and Brooke at the salads table picking out something healthy to eat. I wonder why Paris isn't there. Also, where's the orange juice?


I keep on walking and eventually get to the table with all the beverages. I can also hear a faint giggle from behind the juice jugs and I decide to take a look. It's Paris and Mychaelade making out.


I just wanted orange juice. Not this eye rape.


I take a long glass and fill it up to the brim with orange juice. I know I'm sounding like an orange juice addict, but I really like it. I realise why I haven't had orange juice for a long time though.


It's because of Sebastian and the incident at tiktok camp when he filled his glass with spray tan and trinity drank it. It was disgusting.


I take my seat back at the table with Payton, Trinity and Maverick. Our conversation goes pretty well.


I finish my dinner and decide to lay back and enjoy my time staring at salt and pepper shakers. I wonder what would happen if I mixed them together.


"FISHY WISHY!" Jacob screeches.


I can make out Jacob pulling on the mascot's fish tail, doing his ugly puppy dog eyes.


"Yes?" It replies warily. I feel for the mascot. I really do.


"Where are you going?" Jacob asks.


"I'm finishing my shifβ€”wait no, I'm going back to my fish tank." It makes up.


Why am I calling the mascot an it? Probably because I don't know it's name.


Jacob gets furious and pulls the mascot's costume off by its tail. The kids around gasp in fear and all start bawling. The mascot turns out to really be a middle aged man in his forties with a really long beard. He kinda looks like Dumbledore. The manager comes over to chew Jacob out.


"Sir! I am asking you to leave now!" He says.


The manager is a poofy man with a thick grey moustache. Kinda like Chief Jim Hopper from stranger things.


"WAIT!" Jacob shrieks, just as the manager was escorting him out, "I am making an announcement!"


"Okay fine. What is it?" The manager reluctantly asks.


"Danielle!" Jacob sings.


Danielle rushes over giddily and looks at Jacob pleasingly. Right before Jacob is about to speak, Danielle yells over at Zoe and Sarah.


"GET THE CAMERAS AND LIGHTING READY!" Danielle screeches.


Sarah gets her hot pink custom camera and gives a thumbs up while Zoe gets the lighting ready. Zoe comes back with a whole camera crew and in a split second, lights are set up everywhere...


"AND ACTION!" Sarah bellows, focusing the camera on Danielle and Jacob. Zoe turns on the lighting and everyone is blinded. I look through Sarah's camera and I see that Jacob and Danielle actually look better with the lighting than without. Strange.


"DANIELLE AND I ARE HAVING A BABY!" Jacob screeches, the stilts of the building shaking.


"No I'm not," Danielle frowns, her hands on her hips.


"This is the only way I won't get kicked out," Jacob whispers.


Danielle nods approvingly and she fixes on a huge smile.


"Yas! I am pregnant!" Danielle gushes, "we're gonna name our baby Sebastian Bails, she's a girl and she is currently 10 years old!"


All of us except for Danielle's posse groan and we smack our heads with our hands. It is at this moment when I really start to question if Danielle ever went to school.

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