Soulmates

Chapter 47

TW: EMOTIONAL ABUSE STARTING FROM WILL'S PERSPECTIVE TO THE END. IT IS A VERY BIG PART OF THE CHAPTER AND HAD BEEN DRAMATICIZED, SO PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THIS CONTENT AND PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

Piper successfully got through the entirety of rehearsals without meeting Shel's dad, though Piper was not sure how.

    After being called by Mr. A, Shel's dad simply left Piper alone. It was odd, and it seemed to be a test to Piper.

    She did not know if she passed or failed this test, nor did she know how to, so she just busied herself. It wasn't an arduous task to complete. After all, Chat is probably one of the most essential songs of the entire musical, and thus, Mr. A had a fuck ton of notes for Piper to jot down.

    And then rehearsal was over, and who did Piper see conversing with her father? Julio.

    He left before Piper could talk to the guy, but Tristan gave a ghost of a smile. "He's a very nice guy."

    Piper just nodded and pretended to not be traumatized by this situation.

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Hazel wanted to barf. When she told this bit of information to Cecil, he laughed at her.

    "Thank you," Hazel said with a glare. "So. Much."

    Cecil only smiled. "Of course!"

    "I hate you."

    "I hate me too!"

    Hazel swiftly turned around, forgetting about her nervous nausea. "Hey. No. You don't say that."

    Cecil dramatically sank and threw his hands up. "But self-depreciation is my only hobby," he whined.

    "No. You are required by the law of Hazel to love yourself."

    Cecil rolled their eyes. "Fine. Anyway, when is Frank picking you up?"

    Hazel checked the time as if she hadn't done that 20 times within the last minute. "15 minutes."

    "Okay, great." Cecil sat down on Hazel's bed and then pat the space beside them. "Sit." Hazel obliged. "Remember that no matter what happens, me and Lou love you more than we love Frank."

    Hazel snorted. "What the fuck?"

    Cecil shushed her and put a silencing finger to Hazel's lips. "Quiet, my child. We will be there for you no matter what. And, I need you to remember that you don't owe Frank shit. If anything, Frank owes you shit. Like, man wouldn't have friends if you hadn't graciously spoken to him. I never would have spoken to him. His teenage-Justin-Beiber-but-Chinese lookin' ass had an expression of pure death. Your expression of don't-fucking-annoy-me was much more comforting."

    "Oh my God!" Hazel exclaimed.

    "Am I wrong, Hazel?"

    "No, but why must you be so brutal?"

    "For emphasis and drama."

    "Jesus."

    Cecil laughed. "Seriously though, you don't owe him anything. You especially don't need to force feelings. If he makes you do that, I can and will hunt him down and do my senior prank in that man's house."

    "Cecil, you're a junior."

    "The point still stands."

    Then the doorbell rang, and Cecil laughed as that pit in her stomach that Hazel had forgotten about came back with its size doubled.