! KILLSHOT !
( a nicholas alexander chavez fic )

LUCKY, MARLEY AND LUCY'S SHARED APARTMENT
new york, new york
october 16, 2024
thursday
5:30pm

i had spent the entire day in bed with juniper. reading the numerous amount of heinous dms, comments, etc. the girls came in multiple times throughout the day, giving me food, checking on me.

the day was passing by slowly, each hour felt like a day. it wasn't until early evening that i felt like i was going insane.

i tossed and turned in the bed, unable to keep my mind relaxed. i wasn't able to keep my eyes shut for longer than ten minutes, my mind would start racing as soon as i shut my eyes and try to get some rest.

a ringing from my phone caught my attention. hesitantly, i reached over and saw that nick was facetiming me.

as i was about to press accept, i hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my appearance. i hadn't really taken the time to look in the mirror recently and i knew i wasn't at my best at the moment.

but my mind was snapped out of it as i pressed accept. even though i wasn't at my best, i wanted to see his face.

once i accepted his call, it went silent for a moment before nick's face popped up on the screen.

he looked a little out of it, and he looked tired. i was pretty sure i didn't look any better right now.

after a few seconds, i broke the silence. "hey you." i said, my voice just barely above a whisper.

nicholas was surprised by my voice. i sounded like i was in a daze, probably from the amount of stress i'd been under.

"hey...you alright?" he questioned, his voice just above a whisper, as if he was scared to ask.

"yeah..." i said, but my voice trailed off, "well not really."

"yeah, i didn't figure you were." he responded, his voice still soft.

there was a moment of silence as we looked at each other through the screen. i was taking in the details of his face, just like i always did. i was studying his tired eyes and messy hair.

"you look tired." i said, breaking the silence.

he let out a chuckle, "trust me, you do too." he said before his expression grew a bit serious. "have you left the bed?"

i chuckled weakly and responded, "how could i leave the bed when she's here." i said pointing the camera to juniper. "who could say no to that cute face?" i said knowing damn well that juniper wasn't the reason i didn't want to get out of bed.

nicholas's lips turned into a soft smile when he saw juniper. "oh that's a fair point...i wouldn't be able to say no to her..." he said as he stared at the cat. "but you're not seriously staying in bed all day, are you?" he questioned, his eyes now back on me.

i opened my mouth to respond, i'd probably have breathed out a lie if lucy didn't barge in. she took one look at me and scoffed. "i know this hate comment shit is getting to you and you've been rotting in bed all day but come on! you're lucky clarke! you shouldn't be scared to get out of your bed." she argued.

nick, who overheard this raised his eyebrows. "lucky..."

i was slightly taken aback by being called out in front of nick, but i didn't have the energy to fight back. lucy was right in a way. nick looked slightly concerned when he heard her talking to me. i felt a wave of embarrassment and slight shame wash over me.

"i'm not scared..." i mumbled in a weak defense.

"scared or not, you can't stay in bed all day." lucy said in her usual blunt but caring demeanor.

her blunt words were probably what i needed to hear. but they still hurt, even if she was trying to help. i let out a sigh.

lucy, standing in the doorway, gave me a stern look, as if daring me to argue.

i couldn't bring myself to. instead, i stared back at her with a mixture of exhaustion and defeat.

she rolled her eyes, "get up for christ's sake."

i knew deep down that lucy was only being tough because she wanted what was best for me.

still in a daze, i said out a soft "i'll get up soon." it sounded like a weak promise.

"bullshit!" lucy snapped back.

i knew she'd call me out on the bullshit excuse, nick was silent on the other line, probably watching as lucy and i argued. i didn't want to argue with her, but my exhaustion mixed with my pride wouldn't let me give up easily.

i let out another sigh before snapping back. "i said i'd get up soon. what more do you want?"

lucy's expression hardened as she planted her hands on her hips. "how about you actually do it? you've been saying you'll get up 'soon' all day long." she said, using air quotes at the word "soon"

i felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she was right. yet, i couldn't bring myself to move.

i looked at nick who spoke up. "she's right, lucky. you can't let the hate get to you, because it'll only chew you and spit you out."

i felt that familiar wave of shame wash over as i heard nick's words. i knew they were both right deep down, but my exhaustion and defeat had me trapped in my own head.

despite my inner turmoil, i couldn't help but let out another sigh and mutter, "fine. i'll get up."

lucy didn't seem too satisfied with my response. she still looked unconvinced that i actually was gonna get out of bed. "good. take a shower too."

i rolled my eyes at her blunt remark, but i did as she asked anyway. i spoke with nick, giving him a quick goodbye before i changed out of my clothes and got ready for the shower.

i stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded over my body. the feeling was soothing, but it didn't fully wash away the heaviness in my chest.

before i knew it, i felt a stream of tears mixing in with the water. a wave of emotions hit me all at once. i was scared, sad, anxious, defeated.

as i stepped out of the shower, i wrapped a towel around myself and walked into the bedroom. i picked out a soft blue shirt that had three horses on it and some shorts to wear, not bothering to dress up. without realizing it, i grabbed a shirt that coincidentally belonged to nick. a pang of sadness hit me as i recognized the shirt, but i put it on anyway.

i stepped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where lucy and marley were. they were dolled up as if they were going out.

i was munching on a carrot when i leaned against the counter. i watched as lucy put some makeup on and marley was fixing her hair.

i took another carrot, taking a bite before speaking. "i'm assuming you're guys are going out tonight?"

lucy and marley turned towards me, taking in my appearance. i was only half-surprised when they looked mildly shocked. i probably didn't look as presentable as i usually did.

"yeah, we are." marley responded "you wanna come with?"

i shook my head, my response was instant. "no." i said, taking another bite of the carrot.

both girls looked at me with some disappointment and disbelief, but they didn't seem too surprised by my response. marley was the one that spoke first, her voice just above a whisper. "are you sure?"

"you need to come, it'll be good for you to get out of the house." lucy pressed.

i swallowed the bite of carrot i had in my mouth, slightly frustrated. part of me wanted to snap back at them, but i held back, knowing they were just looking out for me.

i took a deep breath before speaking. "yeah, i'm sure." i said in a soft yet firm tone.

neither girl responded, but i saw a look of disappointment and concern flash across their faces.

it was clear that the girls weren't going to give up so easily. they both looked at me with pleading eyes, begging me to go.  their persistence was starting to wear me down.

after a few moments of silence, i spoke again. "fine. i'll go."

it was clear that the girls weren't going to give up so easily. they both looked at me with pleading eyes, begging me to go. their persistence was starting to wear me down.

after a few moments of silence, i spoke again. "fine. i'll go."

230 FIFTH ROOFTOP BAR
manhattan, new york
8:15pm

wearing a black cropped corset top and jeans, i walked in the club alongside marley and lucy, the flash of cameras went off as the girls and i walked into the club. i winced, feeling a wave of annoyance wash over me.

it was clear that the paparazzi knew we were there, and they weren't holding back in their picture taking. several shouted questions as our presence was announced.

"lucky is it true that nicholas chavez is cheating on you?"

"lucky, how do you feel about being cancelked?"

the three of us ignored the commotion as we walked to the bar, but all of the questions started eating up at me.

i tried to keep my cool but part of me wanted to snap back at all the paparazzi. it was annoying to deal with all the questions and cameras being shoved in my face.

thankfully, we reached the bar and took a seat on three stools. the other patrons in the club seemed to notice who i was and a few started whispering amongst themselves.

marley and lucy were on either side of me, both scanning the area to see who was in the club. i kept my head down, feeling slightly out of place.

i could feel the eyes of the other patrons on me as i sat at the bar. they were most likely watching us, or more precisely, me. i could practically feel the whispers and stares in my direction.

i was halfway through my second drink when i heard a group of girls laughing and talking at the booth behind us. their conversation was loud and clear, easily overheard by me and the girls.

it didn't take long for me to figure out that they were talking about me.

"have you seen her instagram? she's getting eaten alive." one of them said with a scoff.

another girl spoke up, her voice had a hint of mockery in it, "seriously! she's getting cancelled as we speak."

my heart sank at their words, but i tried not to react. i took a sip of my drink, trying to act nonchalant and unbothered.

"i bet she's been crying into her pillow!" the girl with the mocking voice said with a laugh.

"probably. she's probably wishing that nicholas would come to save her." another one chimed in, also chuckling.

"i wish nicholas would come save me. he's too good for her." one of them said.

"mmm," one hummed. "but i heard he's cheating on her with that singer! taylor hutt."

my hands clutched my glass, anger and hurt building up inside of me. i felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but i continued to remain silent as the girls' conversation continued.

"yeah i heard that too. good for him, she deserves it." another chimed in. "especially since she was rude to her old manager. so terrible...the definition of daddy's money if you ask me."

i wanted to snap back and say something, but i held myself back. the girls didn't know a damn thing about me or my life, but they were so comfortable running their mouths about me. it irritated the living hell out of me.

"yeah, daddy's money and a shitty attitude." i heard another laugh. my fingers tightened on the glass i was holding.

"i know right! it's crazy how she got famous in the first place. she's not even pretty like some of the other famous influencers." one of them said.

her comment was the final straw. i couldn't hold my tongue anymore. i slammed my glass onto the counter and turned around to face the girls in the booth.

the girls were not expecting me to face them, it was clear by the way they looked at me. my sudden movement had caught them off guard.

"did you have something to say to me?" i said sarcastically.

i could hear the other bar patrons and even a few bouncers turning their attention towards our conversation.

one of the girls in the booth recovered from her shock and smiled with a fake sweetness. "we were just talking about you." she said as if she was proud of her gossip.

"oh, trust me, i heard." i said sarcastically. "care to explain what you said about me? or maybe say it to my face?"

the girl who had started the conversation with me looked a bit shocked at my retort, but she didn't back down. "i said that you don't even deserve your fame. you got your fame purely from rich parents and you just look pretty."

her words stung. i could feel the anger building inside of me, but before i could open my mouth to respond, both lucy and marley spoke up.

"well that's a load of bullshit." lucy said firmly, her eyes narrowed at the girl in the booth.

marley chimed in too. "yeah, and that's a pretty shitty thing to say."

the girl in the booth rolled her eyes, her annoyance growing. "oh please, it's the truth. she's a princess who gets everything she wants with a silver spoon stuck up her ass!"

the girl's words were like fuel to a fire that had been building up inside of me. my anger flared and i let my tongue loose. "oh screw you. you don't know anything about me."

i felt lucy and marley reach for my arms, silently telling me to back off. but i was too far gone, i wouldn't let this girl talk crap about me without me speaking back.

the girl across from me smirked, clearly finding my response amusing. "oh, don't i?" she said, her tone just slightly mocking. "i think i know plenty. daddy's money, spoiled attitude, snobby and bitchy all in one!"

i felt my knuckles turn white from how hard i was clenching my hands into two fists. "you don't know a damn thing about me." i said between gritted teeth. "just because i have money doesn't mean i'm spoiled and bitchy."

"reagan sure thinks so." the girl spat back.

the moment she said my old manager's name, i could feel my blood starting to boil. the mention of her name made the anger i was feeling flare up even more.

"you know what, say her name one more time. i dare you." i said taking a step closer to the booth.

the girl in the both seemed unfazed by my tone or my actions, in fact, she chuckled and leaned forward as if taunting me even more.

"reagan, reagan, reagan." she said simply.

that did it. a spark of anger flashed inside of me and i launched at her. though before i could do anything, i felt a pair of hands yank me back. a security guard.

"i'm gonna have to ask you to leave." he informed me.

i tried to pull away from the guard, but his grip on my arms was firm and i couldn't break free. i shot a glare towards the girl in the booth who had a look of smugness on her face.

"this isn't over." i hissed at her.

"yeah yeah, whatever you say princess." the girl responded as she waved me off.

the security guard started pulling me towards the entrance of the bar and i looked back to see lucy and marley standing up from the stools they were sitting on.

lucy and marley had looks of disappointment on their faces, but neither one of them spoke as they followed the security guard and i.

i was still angry, my blood was boiling and my heart was pounding in my chest. i was furious at that girl's words and how she talked about me, but i also felt embarrassed and ashamed.

the moment i stepped out of the club, i was met with familiar flashes of cameras as the paparazzi started taking pictures. the blinding lights only added to my frustration and shame.

i could hear lucy behind me on the phone, her voice low and concerned. "i know, i know. it was a mess. i don't know what happened. she just..snapped."

i kept walking quickly, trying to ignore the paparazzi but their constant shouting and camera flashing was overwhelming. i felt a headache forming and the shame and anger only grew larger as i heard some of the paparazzi's shouts through the commotion.

"lucky, was that about nicholas?!"
"lucky, over here!"
"are you and nicholas still together?"

the cameras continued to flash as the paparazzi followed me down the sidewalk. the questions and the shouting continued and the shame and anger i was feeling started to consume me.

i felt a lump start to form in my throat as tears started to form in my eyes. i tried to blink them back, but a few tears managed to escape down my cheeks as i kept on walking.

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celebsightings lucky clarke seen leaving a club in new york after an alleged escalation in an argument. seems she isn't doing well after reagan's talk on 'call her daddy' podcast.

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user1 yikes!

user2 this hate against her is side

user3 alleged escalation in the argument? what happened???

user4 @luckycheyenne they could never make me like you.

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a/n

our girl is getting tore up i fear...