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Wild Thing
Chapter 2- Come to the dark side. We have cookies.
"And now their coming for brunch tomorrow." exclaimed Serena over the loud popping coming from the sound system.
Raye's body followed the music, swaying left to right, her high ponytail whisked into the air. The blonde across her with the loose hair was synchronic with her moves as both their hands swung into the air with poise. The music was everywhere in the room, embracing the group of young dancers.
"Since when did you start getting interested in older guys?" asked the blonde breathlessly as she pushed herself off the floor gracefully.
"He's 22." replied Serena and she kicked a leg into the sky.
"Ohh." said Mina, the loud music faded in the background causing her to lower her voice. "Not bad."
"Serena and Mina in the back! Will you two stop gossiping already?" The two girls head's swung towards the angry teacher in front.
"Sorry." replied Serena sheepishly.
"Somebody hasn't gotten laid in a while…" sang Mina's voice as she joined the rest of the group picking up their things.
"Boy, was that the best dance course of all times or what?" exclaimed Raye exasperatedly. She sponged her neck with the pink towel. "You say that every time." said Serena as she twisted back the cap on the flavored water bottle.
"No parents at my place tonight." exclaimed Mina as she placed another bobby-pin into the tight bun at the crown of her head, "Anybody up for some fun?" she asked.
The three girls exchanged each other mischievous looks.
There was no question.
"I'll take care of the guest list." said Raye as she flipped her cell phone open.
Mina, Raye and I had stuck together like glue since diaper's era. Our friendship has gone through practically everything, from first crushes and hair dyes to divorces and funerals. We always look out for each other no matter what, because we are sisters.
"Is this dress too tight?" Raye asked me as I lit a cigarette. I looked up at her, blowing a thick layer of smoke out of my mouth. "It's gorgeous. Wear it tonight; it'll knock Jared's socks off."
She smoothed the wrinkles off her yellow T-dress, admiring herself in the mirror. "I'm not sure I wanna wear heels though."
I pushed myself off the bed and drew another draft. Mina walked in wearing a baby blue t-shirt MY BOYFRIEND IS OUT OF TOWN with an electric orange mini skirt. I slid on the black tube top I'd borrowed from her with dark blue denim shorts. I sat in front of the mirror over Mina's dresser to fix my hair and tapped the cigarette onto the ashtray.
"Serena darling do me a favor and don't burn my carpet again with that could you?" said Mina sweetly pointing to my cigarette.
"Oh, Oh, Oh guys I think the pizza's here!" exclaimed Mina. She got up from the dark curly-haired guy's lap and grabbed her beer from the table.
"Wait Mins I'll come and help you!" said Serena, "I'm starving" she mumbled under her breath. She raised herself from the floor, but a pair of dark muscular arms held her small waist, "Hey babe, going so soon?" he asked, flashing a charming smile.
Serena was completely agape with his gorgeousness she didn't even answer and sat back next to him giving him a shy smile. Her stomach let out a silent growl.
Raye, who'd witnessed the whole thing, gave to the black guy with the muscles a look and said "She'll be right back and I think you can handle 5 minutes without her." She grabbed Serena by the arm, pulling her out of his embrace.
They left the crowded room clinging tightly to each other's arm. Serena leaned into the raven's ear. "...never have the guts to say no to that sexy smile."
Mina opened the large wooden door to let the pizza delivery in. He didn't look too happy.
"I've been waiting out here in the cold for the past ten minutes!" he said with slight frustration in his voice.
The petite blonde fumbled an apology, embarrassed. "It's just the music was pretty loud an-and we didn't—"
"Whatever," he cut off coldly and slipped his wet hat off, "here's your order. Five large pizzas—"
Raye and Serena walked into the entrance giggling madly, "We're here! Now where's that pizza?"
The pizza guy rolled his eyes and pulled out a small notepad from his pocket with irritation. Had he been in another situation, he would have slid on his seducer's smile and come up with a line to make these three lovely ladies blush and laugh nervously. The blonde in the back was looking especially hot. But something about these rebellious teenagers annoyed him. His thoughts were interrupted by a small voice calling him.
"Darien."
He lifted his head up at the sound of his name. He looked at the short blonde standing in front of him and then at the raven and her blonde friend who'd just walked in.
One of them looks familiar…
"What did you say?" he asked carefully.
Mina pointed at the tag on his shirt as if she'd discovered something he hadn't. "Darien. That's what your name tag says. Look," she pointed at the tag on his shirt. "Daa-ri-eenn." she read like a retarded person.
Oh my god she's drunk
Serena looked past the delivery uniform and the dark hair and saw those same dark blue eyes. Her heart thudded in her stomach when she suddenly realized who he was.
Oh my god, Darien
"Listen Dar, we're so very sorry about making you wait like this," Mina swung her beer into Serena's hands and started to ruffle papers in her purse, "and since I'm a lil' tipsy and in a good mood, I'm going to give you a huuuge tip."
She handed him a fifty, "this is for the pizza," and then another fifty, "and this is for making you wait."
Darien was still immobile and silent. He wasn't imagining things. Ilene's daughter, Serena was here at this party ordering pizza from his job where her drunken friend had just given him a fifty dollar tip.
No one knew he was working this job other then Michelle. And now this…girl was going to ruin everything. No.
"Thanks, but my name is Raymond. This is another guy's uniform." he replied calmly.
He handed the brownies to Raye, and then the bottles of coke to Serena whose face was bright red. They both looked down all the way to the kitchen where he carried the pizzas and didn't exchange a single word.
As soon as everything was on the counter, Mina called everyone to come upstairs for the food. Darien left hurriedly, his money in his pocket, as quickly and as subtly as possible. The only one who noticed his rapid exit was Serena.
"Ttss…Raymond. You couldn't have come up with a better name?" he shook his head as he started the engine of his car.
MORNING
The loud alarm bell rang through the room, waking up the two girls sleeping in the large king-size bed.
"Aaaaaarrrrggggg Fuck!" Raye, the closest to the night stand, banged violently the poor machine.
Serena's eyes opened instantly as she remembered. Mama's brunch
She pushed herself up hastily from the bed, and suddenly felt like her head had just smashed into a truck.
"OW, OW, OW crap." she whined as she rubbed her forehead and fell back onto the fluffy pillow.
"Everybody up?" said Mina as she walked in enthusiastically holding a platter with two glasses of water, aspirin and a fruit plate.
Serena took a deep breath of the thick, dry air and gulped the medicine with the water. She handed the bottle to Raye who didn't even bother for the glass of water; she swallowed the two pills dry and drifted to sleep.
Mina lay over Serena's legs.
"I don't know how you manage Mins, how you always wake up so early." said Serena, who'd regained somewhat consciousness.
She picked a cherry from the bowl, "I dunno. Genes I guess. But you guys better get up from my parent's bed before they get here. And I want to know every single detail of Brunch with Darien/Raymond." she winked at Serena. They laughed.
"And try being nicer with the girl this time, for me?" he said in his nicest voice.
The door swung open to find Ilene's bright smile to welcome them.
"Finally you're here!" she exclaimed happily and jumped to Greg's neck as they stood in the doorway outside. He caressed her silky hair and kissed her lips tenderly.
Darien sighed exasperatingly at the annoying couple with hearts in their eyes. He looked at the flamboyant snow that had fallen the night before. His thoughts returned to last night's events but he had promised himself not to think about it this morning.
Ilene parted from her fiancée and took his coat.
"Come in, come in. We'll be eating in the sun room this morning."
He patted the snow off his shoes while taking a look around looking for a certain petite blonde.
Inside the house was a soothing Brazilian sound playing, the atmosphere was calm and sophisticated. The house had many windows, resulting that it was much more lightened then the first time he'd come. Maybe things would be better today.
They entered a warm room with no walls, only glass.
Ilene followed in with three bright pink drinks. "Here are my famous strawberry-banana smoothies." she handed one to each of the men. "Actually it's not mine, Serena invented the recipe, she makes them much better then I do." She took a sip in hers and made a let out a small moan.
Then she looked around as if she'd forgotten something. "Speaking of her, where i—"
"Right here." called out a feminine voice.
They all looked towards the doorway where she was standing. She had on a simple, white tent turtleneck dress. She had on a pair of gold studs in her ears that matched with her golden heart pendant. Her hair was still wet from the shower and she smelled like mango.
"Sorry I didn't wake up mama, I got back pretty late last night from Sandra's." she said as she approached them. Ilene kissed her daughter's forehead.
"This girl," she started proudly, "has been working crazy hours for her exams. She's staying up late having study sessions at friends house's." Greg smiled at her approvingly.
Serena felt a pang of guilt. She had always hated lying to her mother.
Darien snorted and took another sip of his milkshake innocently. It caught everybody's attention enough for them to look at him questioningly. Serena shot daggers at him.
Oh so you wanna play like that?
She smiled sweetly to Greg, "So I was around the corner and I saw NYU. A lot of my friends want to go there too, but I heard it costs a lot of money, and I'm afraid I might have to get a job like Darien for tuition." Serena flashed a smile to Darien as she spoke.
Greg retorted, "Oh no dear, Darien doesn't have a job. I pay for him because I don't want any distractions; he needs to concentrate on his studies. Besides, a girl your age shouldn't have to worry about those things."
"Perhaps you're right." said Serena, not taking her eyes off Darien who seemed to be slightly bothered by where the conversation was heading to.
Ahah! You're hiding something mister, and I'm going to find out
Ilene tugged Greg's arm, pulling him towards another room. "Darling I wanted to show you the china I just bought for the house…" her voice trailed off into the kitchen along with Greg, leaving the two young people alone in the sun room.
"So Darien," she stepped closer to him, "What type of lawyer do you want to be?"
He took another sip of his drink, "Not the nice type." he replied darkly and looked back through window.
There was a long uncomfortable silence. The longer the time passed, the bigger the gap between them became.
I can't let this happen. He's not going to get his way, not with me.
"So you work at the Pizza Plaza?"
His jaw clenched. She'd gotten his attention. He turned to face her, examine her features. Her smile was perfect with those white pearled teeth concealed behind her soft strawberry lips. Her skin was soft and dewy, just like an angel's. There was no doubt about it, she was beautiful.
Her bare lashes batted as she waited for an answer.
"Yes." This time, his tone was softer and he didn't pull his gaze away; instead he looked straight into her pale blue eyes. Serena was overwhelmed with a wave of warmness, hypnotized by him. He was so, so very attractive. Everything he did looked so thought out and smooth, perfect. His breath was ice cold, just like she wanted it.
He slipped his hand in his pocket. "I've been working there for a while. It pays pretty well. Especially when I get fifty-dollar tips." he said, giving her a small smile. Serena smirked back.
"Alrighty then! It's settled, we are going for beige and brown tones for the plates!" said Ilene, Greg by her side, walking back from the kitchen.
"Is anybody else hungry? Let's eat!" she exclaimed energetically.
She wanted to ask him why he worked against his father's demands. What the hell, everyone had secrets. I shouldn't be one to talk.
The soon to be married couple sat on the ends of the table while they sat face to face. The table wasn't very large as it was long, and they were sitting so close it was inevitable for them to look at each other. The scenery was truly beautiful with the snow falling around them, so beautiful and yet the cold couldn't reach them.
He spread the fresh white cream blended with the vibrant fruits over the homemade waffles. "These are truly delicious Ilene, I'm going to have to steal the recipe." said Darien between two bites,
Ilene giggled at the compliment, "Well you won't have too since you'll be living with us now."
Darien let himself a small smile as he pictured having Serena in his life everyday. Everyday. Darien shook the image out of his head, and went back to his plate.
Darien closed the door behind him and threw his keys onto the counter.
"Did you bring back some brunch for me?" hollered a woman's voice from the back of the apartment.
He slapped his hand over his forehead. How could you forget? He slipped off his Hogwarts scarf and kicked his boots. "Um…they weren't that good so I figured you wouldn't want B level waffles." he said careful with his tone.
The girl got out of her room and clumped her feet to the living room. "Who are you to judge if they were B level waffles?"
Darien pinched his lips and shrugged. No need to get into an argument with Michelle when she was like this.
"I told you, D, bring me back some breakfast. Waffles for god's sake. You know how I feel about waffles." she flung her arms in the air with aggravation.
She looked ridiculous with her messy bun on the top of her head, locks flying out from everywhere. And her broken glasses fixed with tape on one side. She looked like a crazy person. She was always like this when her editor's deadline approached. Not many people knew about her writing career because she was discreet, but she had already two best-sellers and another one on the way.
"You're right Mich, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking. I'll run to IHOP and fetch something for you." There was a silent pause, and Darien felt the tension off Michelle's body dissolve as she sighed. "Thank you. I appreciate you being so helpful during such a time."
"No problem. I understand when you're like this. And besides, that's what best friends are for." Michelle walked up to him and gave Darien a big bear hug.
"Oh and by the way," started Michelle over his shoulder, "Martin called this morning. He wanted to tell you to drop the 3000 in cash at his desk next week." They parted from each other's embrace.
"Again?"
He ran his hand through his hair rigorously; his eyes darted to the ground. "He knows I hate walking around with that kind of money in my pockets."
Michelle huffed as if she were holding herself back from saying something. He knew what she would say next. But he wasn't in the mood for a lecture.
She went off, "Well maybe you wouldn't be in this type of situation if—"
"—Let's not start with this again. I know." He held both his hands in the air faultily "I'm dealing with the consequences." He shot her a hostile look. "Okay?"
Michelle shrugged innocently and turned on her heels to walk towards her room. "Whatever. Just bring me my pancakes."
Darien's eyebrows narrowed in confusion. "But I thought you said waffles?"
The messy-haired girl just waved one hand in the air as if it wasn't important, "Well I like waffles, but…You know how I feel about pancakes."
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