14 September 2012
"I seriously think that this is NOT a good idea," I said sternly. Alex was pulling me down the stairs of his house. We haven't even taken a bath yet. I'm still wearing a pair of oversized pajamas and he's still wearing a t-shirt and basketball pants.
"I'll just drop you in Jennifer's room and she'll know what to do with you," Alex said dragging me towards the edge of the hallway. Dude, this guy's house is as big as a mall.
This is the first time a guy has dragged me around his house before, and I can't help but notice Alex's broad shoulders. Were boys always this big? He also has large, strong hands, which looks quite gentle. Darn, what am I thinking about? Just then, Alex suddenly stopped, causing me to bump his back. He knocked on the door and a girl, a little younger than me opened the door. Her hair was wavy, dark, and long. Her face was beautiful and she was wearing a tanktop with shorts. She has the same eyes as Alex, bright blue but a little larger. Is this what boys call a knockout?
"What do you want, brother?" she said, sounding a little pissed. What's with this family of beautiful people?
"Jennifer, I need you to take care of this girl. Her name's Lizzette. I'm bringing her to the party with me," Alex explained, shoving me inside the room. I balanced myself up and stood awkwardly inside the room looking at Alex. Jennifer looked at me from head to toe.
"A makeover, huh? Cool! I'll do it!" Jennifer said excitedly. Are you serious?
"Yea, make her hot enough to impress the old jeezers there. From what I see, she's got tons of potential," Alex said, causing me to blush. What does he mean by potential? Jennifer nodded, agreeing with Alex. Somehow I feel like a doll being sold in an auction. Just like that , Alex closed the door, leaving me with Jennifer.
"First, you need a bath. Oh, good timing, the jacuzzi's just about ready," she said, taking off her tanktop. I looked at her, surprised.
"What? You take that off too, Liz. It's not like you'll take a bath with that, right?" she said, gesturing towards my oversized pajama. Shit, what if she sees the scars? Jennifer looked at me and sighed.
"If you're worried about me looking at your scars, I already saw it. Sorry, but who else is supposed to change you out of your wet clothes yesterday when you're out cold?" she said. She saw those? Crap.
"Look, just take those off okay? Or do you prefer if I just dump you in the tub with those pajamas?" she said, getting impatient. I obediently took off my clothes and got rid of my bandages before going to the bathroom. I looked at the wounds that I got yesterday. It's not that bad and it's hardly visible, so no one would notice it. The one on my face is also almost healed. I don't know why, but since I got my powers, my wounds heal very quickly. It's funny how Mom can still hurt me enough to get me in the hospital or leave scars.
Jennifer got in the tub first. Sinking her face until just below her nose. I followed her example and sat in the tub. Wow, this tub's huge. Rich people and their environments...
"So what happened? Those scars...it's not that I wanna pry into your business or anything," she trailed off, blowing bubbles in the water. She looked at me with her bright blue eyes. Urgh, how am I supposed to refuse this?
"Fine, I'll tell you. But please don't tell anyone," I looked at her. She nodded. I sighed. "Okay then. These scars...I didn't make these. It was my mom," I explained bitterly. The word 'mom' leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I seriously need to get over the fact that my mom hates me. It's been years now. I sunk my head and started to blow bubbles too.
"Oh...sorry," Jennifer said awkwardly. I lifted my head and pulled my hair backwards with my fingers, then I splashed my face with water.
"It's fine," I said, silently fidgetting with the blobs underwater. Jennifer won't notice. If anyone knew about my other secret, they would immediately abandon me. I'm sure.
"Okay then, getting rid of all the bad atmosphere, it's shampoo time!" Jennifer said, enthusiastically grabbing a giant shampoo bottle. She got behind me and started to scrub my hair. Oh, she's good.
"Hey...do you want to be my...friend?" she asked, as I felt the power on her hands decrease. "This might surprise you, but I don't have any female friends...only male friends," she said, depressed. I see how that's possible. She looks like the type to be popular with boys. The girls are probably hating her for it.
"Sure, since I don't have any friends either," I replied. She looks like the type that would be fun to hang out with.
"Really? Thank you!" she said, enthusiastically hugging me from the back. I laughed. This is the first time I took a bath with someone else. Not to mention this is the first time we met, and she's already hugging me! Jennifer laughed along with me, scrubbing my hair again.This is fun! Jennifer turned the shower on, cleaning off the soap in my hair. After that, she washed her own hair while talking to me about fashion trends. Then a phone on the wall rang and she picked it up.
"You done yet?" I heard a voice from the phone.
"Not yet. We're still in the bath. Can't you be patient? Girls need a long time to do things you know!" Jennifer complained, shutting the phone and putting it back to the wall. "It's big bro, we better hurry up. I've still got a lot of things to do with you," she said, handing me the soap. I quickly washed myself and got out of the bath in less than a minute.
"That was quick," Jennifer said, getting off the tub 30 seconds after me. She dried herself, put on a pink bathrobe and threw me a purple one. I dried myself quickly and put on the bathrobe before catching up to Jennifer who is now opening her gigantic closet. It's like one whole wall of a shop. She went to her table full of make up and opened her drawer. She picked up two hair dryers and handed one to me. Jennifer turned it on and began drying her hair and I followed her example. While we were drying out hair, she scanned her closet for clothes.
"We'll go pick up some clothes for you in the basement," she said, shaking her head at her closet as if she doesn't have enough clothes. I finished drying my hair and she finished hers.
"It's time to explore the BASEMENT!" she said, excitedly opening a tile on the floor beside her bed that looks like a trap door.
My Own Seat : Part 7 • Opuss № I