one on my hip, and that was very visible now with this shirt. It was a phoenix, Mitch’s (A/N: her brother‘s) favorite animal. And the third one was a crescent moon on the back of my neck, Hester favorite thing to look at.
I thought of putting the hoop on my nose but that’ll be over doing it.
With a sigh I grabbed my phone and car keys then headed downstairs. There were voices and I recognized them all. Maggie, Dad, Chad, Ambrose and was that Brady? What is he doing here so early?
Slowly I walked down the last steps and braced myself for their reactions. “Morning Dad.” I went to kiss his cheek and then turned to everyone else. “Morning. What’s for breakfast Maggie?”
She blinked several times, “French toast.”
“Alright, I’m starving.”
Nobody talked after that and I could feel their eyes on me. Damn it I feel so uncomfortable but I tried not to show it.
Then my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Do you have a dress?”
“Mitch?”
“Who else, now do you own a dress?”
“How did you get my number?” slowly I looked at everyone. Maggie’s cooking, dad’s frowning, Brady’s smiling, Ambrose’s smirking and Chad’s glaring at me.
“That’s irrelevant, do you own a dress?”
“What’s with you and the sudden concern about my wardrobe?”
“Just answer the damned question!”
“Yes I do and don’t yell at me, asshole.” I felt a sharp glare on me but didn’t dare to look up.
“I’ll do whatever I want brat.”
“Brat? You insufferable beast.”
“Shut your stupid mouth and just bring a dress. Black.”
“Black dress? Why am I taking one again?”
“I’m painting you remember? If you don’t want to bring the dress we can always do a nude.” I swear he’s smirking right now.
“Nude? Nude?! You pervert, I’m taking the dress. Hope you have a set of bodyguards because when I get there I’ll beat you up with your own damned crutches and then throw your body to the sea and watch as the sharks rip you apart.”
He chuckled. “Don’t forget the dress. Oh and can you bring me some ice cream?”
I mumbled a thanks as Maggie placed the plate in front of me.
“Sure what flavor?”
“Chocolate and vanilla, hmm maybe…no never mind just those two.”
“Alright, I’ll be there in an hour.” then I hung up.
Suddenly I got nervous, he’s painting me. Memories of yesterday rushed to my mind and I felt myself go red, then I thought of Alan and the color drained from my face. I cant do this to him, I don’t really like him. I’ll have to talk to him.
“Why are you taking a dress?” Dad asked.
“Mitch wants to paint me.” I shrugged and Chad began to choke on his food, everyone else also had strange looks in their eyes.
“I’m sure he has a good reason to paint you, and maybe he’s good. Have you seen some of his stuff?” Ambrose took a sip of his juice.
“No, even though I want to. But if I ask he’ll probably throw me one of the canvas.”
“You two seem to get along just fine.” Baddy chuckled.
I glared at him. “He has his good moments.” I looked at the time. “Damn I have to go.”
“Why, there’s still time.” Maggie frowned.
“Actually I’m running late, he wants ice cream.” I rolled my eyes. “See you tonight. Bye Dad, guys.”
Before leaving I went upstairs and grabbed the only black dress I owned. It was strapless and it reached just above my knee. Then I went out the door and closed it behind me, took out my car keys and unlocked the door, started to get inside when:
“Wait, Keller. Wait a second.”
I turned around and saw Chad coming my way. “What now?”
“I don’t like the familiarity you have with Mitch, or that you’re going out with Alan.”
I scowled. “You don’t need to like the people I hang out with.”
He let out a frustrated breath. “I want my chance, Keller. I really do love you. It wasn’t right how you broke things up. Hester’s not here anymore and she never tried to make a move on me, not
I thought of putting the hoop on my nose but that’ll be over doing it.
With a sigh I grabbed my phone and car keys then headed downstairs. There were voices and I recognized them all. Maggie, Dad, Chad, Ambrose and was that Brady? What is he doing here so early?
Slowly I walked down the last steps and braced myself for their reactions. “Morning Dad.” I went to kiss his cheek and then turned to everyone else. “Morning. What’s for breakfast Maggie?”
She blinked several times, “French toast.”
“Alright, I’m starving.”
Nobody talked after that and I could feel their eyes on me. Damn it I feel so uncomfortable but I tried not to show it.
Then my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Do you have a dress?”
“Mitch?”
“Who else, now do you own a dress?”
“How did you get my number?” slowly I looked at everyone. Maggie’s cooking, dad’s frowning, Brady’s smiling, Ambrose’s smirking and Chad’s glaring at me.
“That’s irrelevant, do you own a dress?”
“What’s with you and the sudden concern about my wardrobe?”
“Just answer the damned question!”
“Yes I do and don’t yell at me, asshole.” I felt a sharp glare on me but didn’t dare to look up.
“I’ll do whatever I want brat.”
“Brat? You insufferable beast.”
“Shut your stupid mouth and just bring a dress. Black.”
“Black dress? Why am I taking one again?”
“I’m painting you remember? If you don’t want to bring the dress we can always do a nude.” I swear he’s smirking right now.
“Nude? Nude?! You pervert, I’m taking the dress. Hope you have a set of bodyguards because when I get there I’ll beat you up with your own damned crutches and then throw your body to the sea and watch as the sharks rip you apart.”
He chuckled. “Don’t forget the dress. Oh and can you bring me some ice cream?”
I mumbled a thanks as Maggie placed the plate in front of me.
“Sure what flavor?”
“Chocolate and vanilla, hmm maybe…no never mind just those two.”
“Alright, I’ll be there in an hour.” then I hung up.
Suddenly I got nervous, he’s painting me. Memories of yesterday rushed to my mind and I felt myself go red, then I thought of Alan and the color drained from my face. I cant do this to him, I don’t really like him. I’ll have to talk to him.
“Why are you taking a dress?” Dad asked.
“Mitch wants to paint me.” I shrugged and Chad began to choke on his food, everyone else also had strange looks in their eyes.
“I’m sure he has a good reason to paint you, and maybe he’s good. Have you seen some of his stuff?” Ambrose took a sip of his juice.
“No, even though I want to. But if I ask he’ll probably throw me one of the canvas.”
“You two seem to get along just fine.” Baddy chuckled.
I glared at him. “He has his good moments.” I looked at the time. “Damn I have to go.”
“Why, there’s still time.” Maggie frowned.
“Actually I’m running late, he wants ice cream.” I rolled my eyes. “See you tonight. Bye Dad, guys.”
Before leaving I went upstairs and grabbed the only black dress I owned. It was strapless and it reached just above my knee. Then I went out the door and closed it behind me, took out my car keys and unlocked the door, started to get inside when:
“Wait, Keller. Wait a second.”
I turned around and saw Chad coming my way. “What now?”
“I don’t like the familiarity you have with Mitch, or that you’re going out with Alan.”
I scowled. “You don’t need to like the people I hang out with.”
He let out a frustrated breath. “I want my chance, Keller. I really do love you. It wasn’t right how you broke things up. Hester’s not here anymore and she never tried to make a move on me, not
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