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10:07 p.m.: Hyde Estates:
Back at the party, everyone was having a great time. The speakers got louder, the stomping to the music got heavier, and their singing volume also increased too. The people in the lively apartment enjoyed it, but the rest of the complex, along with the complex below, didn’t. They were trying to sleep, but the party made way too much noise. One person below them had enough, so they called the police to shut it down.
Everyone else, especially Genevieve, was unaware that the police were called, and the fact that Luka was actively heading to the apartment complex as well.
Right as the dance floor was getting livelier, the doorbell rang.
”I’ll get it!” Christy answered the door. Right as soon as she opened it, she was met with a pale lanky police officer. He really didn’t want to do this, as he was supposed to clock out a few minutes ago.
”That’s it. Time to wrap up this party. People are complaining too much”
”But-“
”No buts. Shut down this party or else I’ll do it myself.” He seemed pretty annoyed. He just wanted to get this over with.
“Ugh fine. GUYS! PARTY’S OVER! WE GOTTA GO! CHOP CHOP!” Christy really didn’t want to, but she had to. She had to endure hearing the crowd be bummed out from somebody crashing the party. The speakers were turned off, along with the blinking lights, and the partygoers started heading out the door. Chloe, Drew, Genevieve, Andrew, and the two British girls followed the crowd as well. The officer sighed and shook his head, closing the door.
“So, I’ve gotten your numbers, but not your names…you gotta tell us so we can talk again.” Drew pleaded one of the British girls.
”Ah right, yeah. I’m Teagan, and this right here is Maxine.”
”Wassup?” Maxine waved at them.
”This was amazing.” Genevieve laughed as she looked up at Andrew, whose arm was wrapped around her shoulder, walking down the stairs in unison. He looked down to see her twinkling grey eyes meeting his, and smiled.
”Glad you enjoyed it.” Andrew responded, caressing her shoulder with his thumb.
“So uh… you wanna go eat somewhere nearby?” Andrew asked, maybe hinting a mini date.
”Hmm, maybe. But I have to ask my friends first. Plus I’m full!” She held his hand as she skipped to Drew and Chloe.
”Ah Jennie I’m so proud of you! You finally got a boy!” Chloe approached Genevieve, giving her the tightest hug ever.
”Ack! Thanks Chloe!” Genevieve hugged her back, gasping for air.
As they left the apartment complex, and out the door, her heart stopped, and she froze. Her eyes widened in disbelief. This can’t be…
”Genevieve? What’s- oh crap…”
Drew was about to question her until she also froze right next to her. It was bad. Really bad.
“Yo Genevieve, you comi- no…”
Chloe also froze. Her mouth covered her face. She couldn’t believe what she saw, oh the horror!
Standing in front of them was a black Rolls Royce. Not just any Rolls Royce. It was Luka’s own. What made things worse was that he was inside the drivers seat, wiping his glasses. All three of them could see his expression from the window. He was cleaning his glasses rather harshly than he usually does. If he looks up Genevieve is done for.
That’s exactly what he did.
His eyes widened in surprise, but he was also pretty furious. Genevieve watched in pure shock as he opened the door, got up from his seat, and closed the door. He also noticed that she was wrapped around Andrew’s arm while she was heading towards the door, which just set him off mentally.
He went towards Genevieve, wrapped his arm around her back to avoid escaping, opened the door to the passenger seat, and put her in the car, shutting the door almost instantly. He didn’t even bother looking at Chloe, Drew, Teagan and Maxine, and definitely not Andrew. He went back to the driver’s seat and drove back to Mrs. Carlson’s place to meet up with Hyuna, leaving the rest standing there in confusion and shock.
10:11 p.m.: On the way to Mrs. Carlson’s:
The ride to Mrs. Carlson’s was scarily silent. Luka couldn’t even process the shit that he had to go through just to look for Genevieve. He was deeply infuriated. He didn’t even want to look at her because of how angry he was.
”Où sont mes clés?” (Where are my keys?)
Luka’s eyes were still on the road until they reached a red light. That’s when he finally looked at her.
”Genevieve Vivienne Lafayette, Où sont mes clés?” (Where are my keys?) He sounded really serious this time.
Genevieve, who was slouching in her seat, unzipped her jacket pocket and shoved her hand inside, shuffling it until she could hear a jingle. She raised it up and plopped it onto his hand, where he automatically placed it into his coat pocket. After that, Luka didn’t talk for the rest of the ride back.
10:29 p.m.: At Mrs. Carlson’s:
Back at Mrs. Carlson’s place, Hyuna was wrapped in a blanket, eating some fruits, she did feel a bit better, as she slept for a couple of minutes, but her head still ached a bit, and the thought of Genevieve not coming back ever again lingered in her mind. To try and distract her from that thought, Mrs. Carlson turned on the TV, where a sitcom was airing.
*ding dong*
*Wonder if Luka came back…* Mrs. Carlson thought to herself. Hyuna stopped eating for a hot minute, her chest feeling tight. She was expecting it to just be Luka coming back empty handed, but…
Right next to him was Genevieve.
She immediately dropped the fruit bowl and followed her maternal instincts, which was to run up to Genevieve with open arms and smother her with kisses.
”Oh my little baby…” Hyuna embraced her ever so tightly, tears streaming down her face once again.
“Please, don’t scare me like that ever again. I thought you were dead!” She cupped Genevieve’s face, giving her one more kiss on her forehead.
”You should’ve heard her crying. She screams like a damn banshee.” Mrs. Carlson sighed, leaning on the counter. Luka nodded in agreement, crossing his arms.
”Once again, thank you Mrs. Carlson for helping us find her.”
”Yes thank you so much. Here, take this in return.” Just like that, Hyuna rummaged through her purse to find her wallet, and slid $350 into Mrs. Carlson’s palms.
”I don’t care if I have to say this a million times, but thank you so much again for helping us find our baby. We’ll get going now. Take care!” Hyuna waved as she followed behind Luka, leaving the apartment. Genevieve was still sulking about the fact that she wasn’t able to go on that mini date with Andrew.
”Quand on rentrera à la maison, on aura une conversation sérieuse. C’est compris?” (When we get home, we’re having a serious conversation. Got it?) Luka glared at Genevieve. In return, she just crossed her arms and nodded her head as they went down the stairs and into their car.
The ride back home was pretty long, around 30 minutes. The only noise that was heard was the radio faintly playing music, and other cars driving past them. Genevieve leaned back, fiddling with her fingernails. She didn’t seem all that scared on the outside, but deep down, she was fearful of what her punishment was going to be. Was it no hangouts for the rest of the year? Was it a permanent curfew? Or worse, she wasn’t allowed to be with Andrew ever again? All she could was wait until they all got home to figure it out.
At the Lafayette Residence:
There they sat in the dining room, silent, waiting for one person or the other to start the interrogation. Luka and Hyuna sat across from Genevieve. He was staring daggers at her, crossing his arms while Genevieve didn’t bat an eyelid towards them. Hyuna was leaning back with her leg crossed on the other, also expecting Genevieve to explain herself.
”So, care to explain why your mother and I had to stress ourselves out looking for you?”
*Shit. He’s speaking English. I’m done for…*
Genevieve thought to herself, biting her lip anxiously.
“Genevieve, answer. Now.” Luka didn’t use any nicknames, no French, and definitely not a gentle tone. He meant it.
”Because I…” Genevieve paused. She had that feeling like something was lodged in her throat.
”Mhm? Because what? Talk Genevieve.” Luka raised his voice a little bit. He didn’t have time for her nonsense with acting all clueless.
“Because I wanted to have…fun?” Genevieve bit her lip. When I tell you that made Luka‘s mind spin, it really did. In union, Luka and Hyuna muttered ‘Oh my God…’ in disappointment.
“So you’re telling me that trip to Hawaii and that birthday party that I spent hundreds of dollars on wasn’t fun for you?! You think partying late at night with some irresponsible looking man is considered fun?!” Luka went on a whole tirade on Genevieve. He really did mean it when he said he’d make sure she would NEVER have fun again.
”Jenny since when were you with a boy!?” Hyuna chimed in and immediately sat straight, eyes widening at that question.
”My thoughts exactly. He even had his hand wrapped around her and everything.” Luka scoffed.
“Matter of fact, what were you two even doing huh?”
Oh no, why did he have to ask that question. If Genevieve said that he touched her waist, then he would absolutely lose it. She had to lie about something fast.
”Dancing…”
”To what exactly?”
*Stop going further…*
”Regular dancing?”
”And what is regular dancing hm?”
”He wasn’t touching my waist or anything?” As soon as Genevieve said that, her face started turning red. Just from that expression, Luka automatically knew she was lying. Why else would she be blushing when she mentioned Andrew touching her waist at the party?
”Genevieve. Vivienne. Lafayette. Did he touch your waist…” Luka spoke in a soft yet very serious manner.
Silence ensued, and Genevieve’s face wouldn’t go back to normal. She had to get this over with somehow since she didn’t want this interrogation to last all night long, so she nervously nodded her head.
Luka leaned back and sighed. He was angry. Very angry, but he looked calm. He would’ve never guessed that Genevieve would allow such a thing, never in his 16 years of raising her.
“Go to your room.”
”Dad, I-“
”Now.”
Luka didn’t want to talk anymore. That thought alone sent his brain into a spiral.
“I’m going to bed. My head hurts.” Hyuna massaged her head, which was still aching from all that crying hours before. She got up and left without saying another word.
“Dad I’m sorry-“
”Don’t say another word. You’re grounded until January of next year, your curfew’s being reduced to 4:30, and don’t even think about about Christmas presents, because you’re not getting any. Don’t talk to me.” Luka got up, pushed his chair in, and left the dining room, leaving Genevieve all by herself.