Page 24 of Wicked Scorn
Another viewer asks, his username appearing brightly in the chat box.
“Definitely Twilight,” I reply, grinning. “I feel like that shouldn’t surprise anyone. It’s all of ours and you all know it.” I leave out the part about how Jeremiah used to make a big deal about how he didn’t want to be roped into watching a chick movie, but would hum the songs in my ear while we cuddled.
Vix, what do you love most about college life?
Someone inquires, and judging by all the emojis, I think he’s eager for my response.
“Probably the campus,” I muse, my mind wandering back to the gothic architecture that envelops St. Charles. “It’s beautiful, especially at sunset, when the light hits thebuildings just right. It feels like stepping into a different world.”
Tell us a secret
A daring fan prompts, and I can’t help but chuckle at the request. I pause for a moment, considering my options before deciding to play along.
“Alright, here’s a little secret,” I say, leaning closer to the camera, my voice hushed and conspiratorial. “I’ve had a crush on my brother’s best friend since I was a teenager. He’s always been forbidden to me. But let’s keep that between us, shall we?”
If you could have dinner with anyone dead or alive, who would it be?
Another chatter asks, clearly intrigued by my responses thus far.
“Easy,” I reply, grinning mischievously. “Harry Styles. He’s my number one childhood crush.”
The chat box comes alive with a flurry of activity, usernames and messages flashing across the screen in rapid succession talking about their favorite movies and their dream dinner dates. It’s like watching a field of fireflies light up the night, each one vying for my attention. I can’t help but feel a thrill at their eagerness—it’s intoxicating.
Pretty bunny girl, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?
One particularly enthusiastic fan asks, his username standing out among the rest because it’s bunnygirllover09. I can’t help but snicker at that choice.
“Ah,” I say, feigning deep thought as I narrow my eyes playfully. “That would be a tie between dark chocolate raspberry truffle and salted caramel bourbon.” I lick my lips, imagining the taste, and laugh softly. “Clearly, I have a sweet tooth.”
A new message pops up, this time from a different fan, ClarkKent1968.
If you were a superhero, what would your superpower be?
“Interesting question!” I exclaim, tapping my chin thoughtfully. “I think I’d want the power to manipulate time. Just imagine all the books I could read, the places I could visit, and the moments I could savor without ever running out of time.” I pause for effect, then add with a smirk, “Not to mention, I could make some people’s lives very...interesting.”
My words seem to ignite something within the chat, the fans responding with laughter and playful teasing amongst themselves.
As the questions continue to roll in, I find myself becoming more and more immersed in the world I’ve created, this digital stage where I am both the star and the puppet master. It’s a heady combination of power and vulnerability that leaves me feeling alive, electric even.
A new message catches my eye.
What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done?
An impish grin spreads across my face as a memory resurfaces. “Well,” I begin, leaning in conspiratorially toward the camera, “it involves a senior prank and a stolen motorcycle.”
The chat erupts into a frenzy of speculation and excitement;the fans clamoring for more details, but like any good performer, I know when to leave them wanting more.
A question catches my eye, and a mischievousness zips through me. I’m genuinely having fun tonight because they’re keeping it fun instead of asking me what color underwear I have on.
If you could travel to any era in history, where would you go?
I lean back in my chair, twirling a strand of golden hair around my finger as I ponder the possibilities. “Hmm, I think I’d have to say...the Roaring Twenties. A time of jazz, flappers, and breaking free from societal constraints. Plus, who wouldn’t want to dance the Charleston in a fabulous beaded dress?”
I savor the thrill of controlling the narrative. In this digital realm, I am no longer Oakley Ashford, the soft-spoken girl with a haunted past. I am a seductive enchantress, wielding her power with grace and wit, leaving all who cross her path helpless to resist her charms.
Is this my villain origin story?
One fan writes, his username pulsing at the edge of the screen.
