To say she was surprised by what Cara said would be an underwhelming statement. While her leading up to the big reveal already had Chanel on her toes, she wasn't expecting that. Her mouth opened to speak before just hanging agape, Cara filling in the silence quickly as she went on to talk about the text message she should send next. "How in the hell are you gonna go from 'Hey, Chanel: by the way I fucked Nick' to 'Smiley face or no smiley face?'" Chanel's tone was light, and there was a nervous grin on her face, but her bewilderment was still very present. She grabbed Cara's arm and looked at her wide eyed, laughing some. "Did you seriously sleep with him? When the hell did this happen?! And you didn't invite me? Oh my god. You slept with Nick?!" She squealed in disbelief as they neared the store which only earned her a few disapproving stares from passersby. To one person, she actually stuck out her tongue. "Okay," she said with a deep breath as they neared the store. She stopped in front of Cara and her look became more serious. "Let's take this step by step because my body was not ready for this piece of information. To start: I one hundred percent respect your sexual agency and everything, and if I'm going to judge anyone, it's Nick. But he is still with Brooklyn, right?" She began to walk into the store as she continued. "I mean, you need to give me all the details. What exactly happened? And how is Brooke abusive? Is she, like, hitting him or something?" She glanced over at Cara as she headed towards the produce section, checking the list she'd made on her phone. She picked up some carrots and onions and peppers; they could put that in with the turkey while it was heating to add some flavor.
"If she's really hurting him, you should seriously just sit down and talk to him. Like, real talk. I don't know why you thought I'd judge you. If anything, I'm judging Nick because why would you do that to a person? He's hurting you and Brooke, right? If he doesn't respect her enough to call it quits, then what does that mean of his view on you? But he has to trust you at least somewhat to do that, yeah? You could use this as an opportunity. What you need to do is talk to him. At least that's my opinion." It was somewhat surprising to Chanel that she was actually taking this a bit more seriously than she normally would have. It wasn't that she'd ever been cheated on, but it was kind of a strange position. This was a definitely a test--at least that's how she saw it. In New York, she was almost an entirely new person. She was given the chance to recreate herself, and as much as she wanted to gossip and congratulate Cara, she also wanted to seem like an okay person. Someone who thought of everyone and how they would be affected. Maybe she was more sensitive to this because for so long she'd ignored those who could easily be forgotten but equally affected by something.
Her opinion of Nick wasn't destroyed, and she didn't dislike him any, but she did want to have the whole story because this was a tricky situation, and it was potentially messy. If everything she said got into the wrong ears, it could completely damage her reputation. She couldn't have that. So as they moved towards the deli section, she looked at Cara sternly. While it might have looked odd on her usually cheery face, it felt more familiar than the smile she always put on. "Don't you fucking settle for some dude that's going to use you as a booty call, Cara. Fuck who you want, but if they try to get over on you, I will cause some damage, no matter how nice their jawline is." She shook her head as she inwardly rolled her eyes at the person in front of them for taking such a damn long time. There was no rush, but she hated waiting. Chanel pushed her hair past her shoulder and poked Cara in the shoulder. "What did I tell you about letting me ramble? I'll stop talking. You give me the details. And also, go with the smiley face," she said, referencing the text message Cara had been talking about moments earlier.
"If she's really hurting him, you should seriously just sit down and talk to him. Like, real talk. I don't know why you thought I'd judge you. If anything, I'm judging Nick because why would you do that to a person? He's hurting you and Brooke, right? If he doesn't respect her enough to call it quits, then what does that mean of his view on you? But he has to trust you at least somewhat to do that, yeah? You could use this as an opportunity. What you need to do is talk to him. At least that's my opinion." It was somewhat surprising to Chanel that she was actually taking this a bit more seriously than she normally would have. It wasn't that she'd ever been cheated on, but it was kind of a strange position. This was a definitely a test--at least that's how she saw it. In New York, she was almost an entirely new person. She was given the chance to recreate herself, and as much as she wanted to gossip and congratulate Cara, she also wanted to seem like an okay person. Someone who thought of everyone and how they would be affected. Maybe she was more sensitive to this because for so long she'd ignored those who could easily be forgotten but equally affected by something.
Her opinion of Nick wasn't destroyed, and she didn't dislike him any, but she did want to have the whole story because this was a tricky situation, and it was potentially messy. If everything she said got into the wrong ears, it could completely damage her reputation. She couldn't have that. So as they moved towards the deli section, she looked at Cara sternly. While it might have looked odd on her usually cheery face, it felt more familiar than the smile she always put on. "Don't you fucking settle for some dude that's going to use you as a booty call, Cara. Fuck who you want, but if they try to get over on you, I will cause some damage, no matter how nice their jawline is." She shook her head as she inwardly rolled her eyes at the person in front of them for taking such a damn long time. There was no rush, but she hated waiting. Chanel pushed her hair past her shoulder and poked Cara in the shoulder. "What did I tell you about letting me ramble? I'll stop talking. You give me the details. And also, go with the smiley face," she said, referencing the text message Cara had been talking about moments earlier.