Ebony & Ivory [H.S]

Sixty-Three

"I've hardly been outside my room in days. 'Cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays."

I stare at the screen in horror, unable to draw my eyes away from the train wreck before me. I stare at the girl before me with a sense of slight detachment, feeling the strong surge of pity for the mess she is making of herself.

Quite a peculiar way in which to look at yourself.

I start the news clip over again, The Daily Mail having their own take on the scene, heavily implying that drügs must be involved due to my behaviour. My eyes revert back to the aggressively bold title, '"Model" Misbehaving', with quotation marks unmistakably used around the word model, playing upon their chance at using a double entendre.

It doesn't take a genius to realise that this undoubtedly is the video that Maxie was referring to after I got her kicked out of Mahiki. It leaves me with a rather sick feeling to realise that she knowingly socialised with me that night, all the while having that video stored in her phone, ready to use it as ammunition when she needed to.

I don't reply to Vic's message, and instead I set my phone down. I am thankful that his text contains no gloating or 'I told you so's', considering he heavily warned me about the girl who proved him right.

Something deep within me almost welcomed the release of the footage of me drunkenly writhing around on the bathroom floor, crying over the boy I'm still running from. This gives me the chance to focus my thoughts on something other than Harry. Ever since our fateful meet, he has greedily consumed my every thought, and now I can focus on another, not bothered that it's a negative one.