I lay by the window, watching the droplets hit the ground with the ticking sound. I stand to my feet and push the lid open letting my hands stretched out allowing the cold droplets of rain wash me.
"You really think i should do it? "i ask lying back down and watch the water wash over the green yard. "she said she'll pay, but i don't think i want to be anywhere near him "
"Babe you're still going to have to face him one way or the other, if he wants to get to you he will no matter what way it would be, you rather just do it while making something out of it "Ali says that last line in a duh tone over the phone, i can imagine her flipping her platinum hair.
I gave a frustrated sigh "i don't know ".
"Think about it Lex, you need this, besides its worth more than you were earning in that bar to be honest. " that's true, but i know Ali doesn't really care about that. She cares about me that's certain, but she's never really butted in my business before and if I'd ever called her for advice on anything -not that i ever really do -she'll simply say something like 'go do what you gotta do girl, leave me out of this ' a bit rude if you ask, but i know she means well. I think she just see's this as a great opportunity to get closer to Finn... or not, you can never know, it's just really weird having her try to talk me into doing something and making sense.
"I think it's going to rain heavy tonight " i state staring out the window watching as the friction of the purring rain droplets increases.
"Yeah, "i hear shuffling on the other line before she speaks up again "look babe, i gotta go, talk later "
"Bye "
"Oh, and tell Kyle i said to better take care of my baby " i roll my eyes. Her baby as she referred it to, is her white Mercedes that she lended Kyle to use in getting home today since her house isn't that far from school and Kyle's had ran out of gas just before he could even take it out of the driveway. I swear Kyle had literally cried about how he couldn't leave his precious Ben in hands of the creepy janitors and school security, and how he might get stolen. It look twenty horrifying minutes to convince him that nothing was going to happen to his really expensive Porsche or as he put it buddy. And it took me even longer to convince Ali into letting us use her ride without getting a single scratch on it. But not without the excessive whining about having to walk ten minutes in heals.
"Tell him yourself" i could practically see her exaggerative eye roll and hair flip.
"Bye Lexa "she says and kills the line.
Hearing the low grumble coming from my stomach, i walk out of my room to find something to eat. I guess a slice of peanut butter sandwich isn't enough to feed a girl.
The closer i get to the kitchen the more audible the voice is. I'm usually the only one at the house at this time, or even always but then i pick up the sound of a female voice and i already think i know who it is.
"is it done? "there's a pause "remember to be careful Mr Jerome ,if any of this goes down it would not be good, especially for you " another pause "good "
My suspicion is confirmed when i stop right beside the kitchen door. Standing with her back to me and phone held to her ears her voice goes softer making it harder to make out what she's saying. I clear my throat dragging her attention, and the moment her eyes land on me, she looks a bit shocked "good bye Mr Jerome, we would discuss this at the office tomorrow " with that she ends the call and her full attention is now on me accompanied with a bright smile as she greets me with what is supposed to be a soothing voice "Alexa! "
I have to admit, she's beautiful. Her perfectly curled strawberry blonde hair stopping mid back around her smallish frame, expensive looking designer dress and pumps giving her the classy business like look but the intense depths of blue of her eyes scream 'innocent devil '
"Its good to see you " well, i can't say the same for you. "I'm Brittany, we've met before on rather bad terms i suppose " you can say that again. I remember coming home that night to a very disturbing scene in the living room between her and a certain someone.
I remember getting really mad that night just a few months ago. I knew Andrew had many bimbo's and slept around a lot, but he had never brought anyone home before. No matter how badly he had treated myself and mum, he had respected their marriage enough not to bring any of his one nighters home and when i saw them trying to pull away at the sight of me, i got really angry. I wanted to kill him. I swear if i had some sort of weapon around me at the time I'll probably be in jail right now for committing murder.
But i didn't do any of that. I simply went quiet and avoided him just like I'd been doing all my life, only i exploded in my room a few minutes later with a massive amount of tears and a massive amount of cash i spent fixing up the room I'd trashed.
With those disturbing memories, I suddenly remember how much i despise her and I'm sure the disgusted look on my face says a lot but she doesn't give away anything but continues to smile at me.
Not wanting to be here any longer, i push past her and move over to the fridge to find something to eat, but just as i thought, it's completely empty, except for the many bottles of water and few cans of milk. I internally groan.
"Andrew went up to shower, he should be here in a few minutes, would you like to eat with us? "she asks "i would have originally ordered Chinese takeouts but with the heavy rain pouring outside i didn't think a delivery would be possible so i made dinner. "
"Thanks but I'll pass " i say dryly, about to make my way out of the door when my stomach makes the most embarrassing sound.
"Are you sure about that? "she asks smugly, an amused expression on her face.
"Yeah I'm fine " I'm just about to walk away again when i stop in front of Andrew, a small smile on his lips as he looks at me through dark eyes and little droplets of water hanging beside his face.
"You should stay Lexa " Lexa? This is the first time he ever called me by my first nick name. "I'm sure you are starving "
I am, but I'm not going to admit that. Right now, i just want to walk away and sleep my hunger till the next morning after the rain has stopped. "no, I'm good "
He raises an eyebrow and for the third time tonight my stomach makes the same embarrassing sound again, expressing her disagreement with my decision. So i give in, turn around without a word to anyone and take a sit on one of the chairs by the kitchen slab that looks more like a dinning for a middle family.
I hear him release a small sigh before taking the sit opposite me.
Well, this is going to be a long dinner.
Violet.The corners of my full lips bloom out a vibrant smile of satisfaction as I stare at my petite frame on the long mirror in front of me. Picking every little detail I admire how beautifully the silk violet dress clings to my body from the low cleavage that gave a rather tempting view of my now full and perky breasts to the tight clog at my small waist and down the expanded length of my slender but vividly dangerous curves, and then along the long slit from the top of my thighs and down to my feet adorned with a beautiful silver strap heel.A smirk forms on my lips.I feel sexy.Utterly and undeniably damn snatching!I have to say, Mother Nature truly did a fine job on me over the years. I've become thicker in the busts and thighs but unfortunately my behind has sworn to it's creator that it would never, under any circumstance increase by a swell. I cringe as I turn around examining the size of my bottom in the mirror.Fundging stubborn ingrate!With a little sigh I take a sit at
"Dance with me." Kyle says to me.It's not a question, it's a polite order. I have no objections, I can't even if I wanted to. He has me entirely transfixed and compelled with his touch and the depths of his stare. Just as he circles both his hands around my waist and invades my personal space till we're both sharing the same oxygen, I wrap my tiny arms around his neck and dig my nails into his over grown hair. "Did I forget to tell you that you look delicious?" I say to which he lifts a brow up at me while chewing on his lower lip. "Like I could eat you."The sound of his chuckles causes a minimal grumble in my belly....or maybe it's just in my head. But then he drops his voice in that deep masculine melody of an English accent "can't deny I'd love that."My cheeks hit up at his words, knowing the meaning doesn't represent one of innocence at all. I bury my head on his chest and just let him cocoon me in his embrace while I listen to the the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and we danc
I'd have run us over if Kyle didn't switch gears. How in heaven's name did he expect me! Someone who has never been behind a wheel ever to drive us both safely? We had to pull over somewhere by the roadside and switch. I let him take control of the wheel and I sat there acting all grumpy and shit. Murmuring to him words somewhere along the lines of leaving me to drive and leading us both to our graves. He'd only laughed it off saying something about my friendship with Alice robbing off on me, although he looked terrified. My guy had to stand outside the lonely streets for a good thirty seconds catching his breath and holding his throat in pretense of false suffocation, making those weird constipated faces he's fund of. And he says I'm the dramatic one. Now it's past nine at night, and I'm standing right here in front of my school.... or bet
"Lexa!" The moment I step past the front door, I haven't even found my way completely inside the house when Caroline ambushes me and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. "Oh, here goes..." I awkwardly wrap my hands around her back trying not to give out the fact that she's literally restricting me of oxygen. She pulls away slightly then pinches both my cheeks with both of her index and tomb fingers. "How are you feeling tiger?" "Alive." I say baldly and she doesn't seem satisfied with my response. "I have some aspirin in the top shelf if you're in any pain, and I can ask the girls to draw you a hot tub, I'm sure you must be exhu..."
"Surprise?" I say with a small smile on my face as I make my way towards Kyle who stands by the passenger door of his red Porsche, looking all glamorous and clean in a white turtleneck long sleeve and green army pants matched with his huge pair of Dior leather foot destroyers as I like to call them. He pulls himself up and a little smile brushes across his pink plum lips as I close in on him. His eyes are being shaded by the big ray-bans he has on and although he has on a clean haircut, gone is the disturbing piece of white fabric that were guarded around his head about two weeks ago, he didn't trim the front which gives the blowing wind an advantage to dance with his hair. "So," I say stopping directly in front of him. "What's the surprise?" "Me?" He asks, cocking his head to the left a little in the goofy way in whic
Taking the first step by the entrance, my eyes immediately shoot up to the welcoming calligraphy full of glittery colors that reads 'Katie's sweets' by the top of the building and I let out a satisfied sigh, along with a brief smile that takes over my facial features. Redirecting my attention to the entrance, I walk up the narrow stairs and feel my brows crease when I notice that, unlike the last time I was here, the seal on the entrance door has been removed and the lock is hanging loosely by the hook. That makes my frown grow deeper and next thing I'm walking faster to see what's happening on the inside. The place is dark I would probably trip and fall if it isn't for the provision of midday light illuminating rather dimly into the open space by the extended half-glass walls on the other end of the bakery. My nose scrunches up a bit when I in
"He hasn't said much." I say sipping into the straw of my already almost empty smoothie cup while taking a stroll on the busy park of Granville. "I think he's still a bit traumatized." The dark skinned man beside me speaks up, equally sipping on his own cup of coffee as we walk side to side, stopping for a while by a bench and we watch for a moment. A young mother helping her kids down the slide as they giggle in so much excitement, screaming something about going again and again. She has a vibrantly contagious smile on her face it's like her lips are begging to be split in two judging by the wideness of her grin. The scenery strikes a warm feeling in my heart and I can't seem to take my eyes off them. "I mean...." I suck harder into the straw which supposedly is now making obvious noises to alert me that
My eyes twitch, the blur goes on for a few seconds and when I think I can finally fully open my lids, I welcome my vision with the sight of blinding florescent lights only to shut my eyes back. My head hurts. It feels like I've been run over by a truck when I start to feel the pain stretch from my head down to my arms, back and every bit of my limbs. "Fuck!" unconsciously the word falls out of my lips and I try to pull myself up only to get held down by a callused hand. slowly I reopen my eyes and try to adjust to the light, then I turn, my gaze resting on the huge chocolate brown hand resting gently on my arm. My gaze shifts, slowly trailing the face of the hand that rests on mine and my eyes are met with the dark ones of my father. It feels like compulsion but for some reason I can't seem to tear my gaze from his. I search his eyes and what I see in them makes my heart skip a little faster than it
Slowly and steady the clock ticks. Over and over again it goes, singing a steady rhythm to my ears it becomes almost like hypnosis. The only thing I have been able to focus on the entire forty-six hours I've been here. Twenty-two hours since I made that call to Kyle, an entire hour of physical torture from the aggravated cultists that decided to use me for boxing practice, and this time he was not interrupted, not by anyone and definitely not by the blonde dude..... this time he seemed to actually be enjoying it. I sit here by the corner of a wall, all beaten up and feeling useless, hoping dearly with every ticking of the clock that someone would show up to save me. But as the ticking stretched longer and longer by the second, my hopes began shutting down in correspondence to my eyelids.