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Chapter Three: The Red Head Who Revealed Too Much

"What are you doing?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes into slits at Cecile. She had dumped a box of books onto my new desk. Some of them missed the desktop and rain down upon G.B. who was lounging sleepily on the desk chair. The falling books sent any tiredness that had my poor kitty in its grasp fleeing. With a loud, furious hiss, G.B. leaped off the chair, sending it crashing to the floor, and dashed under the bed to protect himself from more falling objects.

"Sorry," she said, not sounding very apologetic at all. She went back to work, opening up more containers and dumping them all over my room.

Taking a deep breath so I wouldn't strangle my friend, I reminded myself that Cecile was being helpful in her own way. I knew that Cecile was better at making messes then being useful, but I still asked her to help me. So I'm just going have to put up with her "unique" unpacking skills. Releasing the air in a silent sigh, I kneeled down to clean the havoc Cecile had caused.

"Where do you want them?"

Turning towards the doorway, what I found made me gasp in wonder. Sonya had enter the room, holding three large, heavy boxes in her arms. I could see that the muscles in her arms were bulging. However, Sonya didn't seem to notice the weight. She was just standing there patiently, waiting for me to give her a command.

"Anywhere you like," I said worriedly. Getting up, I went over to my giant former roommate. "Do you need help? Each box has to weigh at least twenty pounds."

"I got it," Sonya said cheerfully, no sigh of fatigue in her voice. Sonya carefully placed the stack against the end of the bed.

Seeing that Cecile was eyeing the boxes with interest, I said, "Don't even think about it."

Wiping her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand, Sonya said, "That's all of the boxes."

"Thank God," Cecile said, letting herself fall backwards onto my bed. Some of the pillows toppled off and joined G.B. under the bed. I sighed in frustration. By the time Cecile left, my beautiful room was going to end up in shambles.

" Don't get too comfortable. We still have finish unpacking everything," I reminded them, retrieving the pillows and placing them nicely on the bed.

"Correction, luv. You're going to unpack. Me and Sonya are going home to catch up on the sleep we miss because YOU pull us out of our cozy beds to help YOU move," Cecile said.

It was hard not to look guilty, but somehow I manage to keep my glare from faltering. Maybe I should had waited to ten to barge into my best friends' homes to force them to help me. But can you blame me for wanting to be settled in by lunch. Who wants to spend the whole day unpacking, sorting, and arranging? Nobody.

At six a.m. I had assembled my moving crew and I'm glad I choose the crack of dawn to do it. By the time Sonya and Cecile joined the living, aided me in the search for all my stuff that was scattered throughout the apartment, throw everything into boxes and plastic containers, catch G.B., put the angry cat into his carrier, and load everything into Sonya's car, it was half past eight.

"Come on. How am I going to empty out a zillion boxes by myself," I whined, crossing my arms against my chest sulkily.

"It's only twenty boxes, you goof," Cecile informed me, throwing a white pillow at me. To my surprise, I caught it. Usually, I miss the flying object, allowing it to hit me in the head. I grinned cheekily at Cecile. Sticking her tongue out at me, she flipped me off. An amused Sonya sat down on my desk to watch us.

"Yeah, but you're forgetting the box in the kitchen which makes it twenty-one," I retorted, hurling the pillow back at Cecile. It flew past her out stretched fingers and hit her in the face. "Score!" I shouted.

"For that we're definitely not helping you. Let's go, Sonya," Cecile said, rolling the bed. She hit me with the pillow on her way out.

"She's sooooo childish," I said.

"True, but you got to love her," Sonya said.

Staring around at the destruction made by Cecile, I absentmindedly began to pull at a strand of yellow hair that had escaped from my pony tail. I always play with my hair when I'm upset or nervous. My wish of being down before noon wasn't going to be granted. I'll be lucky if I finish before midnight. Note to self: never ask Cecile to help me if the activity involves cleaning.

"Heather?"

"Hmmm?" I faced my friend.

"I just wanted to say-" She stopped what she was about to say when I shook my head.

"Don't worry about it, Sonie," I smiled.

I knew Sonya was going to finally give me a spoken apology and I didn't want her to. Not because I haven't forgiven her. I forgave her the day after she drop my eviction in my lap. I didn't want it because Sonya had suffer enough. Hurting me had hurt her. I knew Sonya was sorry; there was no need to force her say those two words to prove that she was my best friend.

Sonya's face lit up with happiness, her eyes sparkling with joy. She pulled me into a hug, knocking the air at of my lungs.

"I'll be over tomorrow to help you finish unpacking," she smiled, releasing me.

"Don't worry about it. I plan on having everything unpack and in their proper place by noon," I said.

Sonya eyed me skeptically. "What's that look for?" I asked

"You're a champion procrastinator. I would be shock if you empty out one box," Sonya said, placing her hands on her hips. "Beside I want to meet your roommate. Where is he anyway?"

I swallowed back a groan. I should have known Sonya was going to be overprotected of me. I mean, she wasn't happy when she found out that my new roommate was guy. It also didn't help when I told her about the interview. She was upset to find out I didn't ask more questions. Sonya was sure that Scorpius was going to take advantage of me or something equally horrible. I should be thankful thought. At least I just have Sonya on my ass about Scorpius; it would be complete torture if I had both Sonya and Cecile against my roommate.

"He left me a note on the door saying that he had some errands to do," I said.

"I'll be over at eight," she said firmly.

"Okay. I'll see you," I sighed. "Make sure you get my pillow back from Cecile."

"Got it."

Left alone, I look around my room again. I became overwhelmed by the items and unopened boxes scattered all over the room . It was going to take forever to unpack everything and to clean up. I decided to start with the kitchen because only one box awaited for me. It shouldn't take me more than five minutes to get everything situated.

My new rectangular kitchen was very long as it was wide. If I wanted I could have a party in it and still be able to cook without running into people. The room was painted a cheerful earthy green and a glossy cherry wood floor complimented the walls well. A tiny gas stove and a giant refrigerator that was probably from the sixties sandwiched cherry wood counters. Cupboards hung over the gray marble counter tops. A round wood table that could seat at least ten was a lit by the sunshine coming from a small window above it.

The box was next to the stove. I opened the box and removed my cow cookie jar and put it right by the fridge. Next came plates and cups that got stashed away in the cupboards. The last things that were took out of the box was G.B.'s food dishes and food. As I placed the two bowls on the floor, the feline slinked into the kitchen and over to the food dishes. He sniffed at them and finding them empty, he peered up at me with large, sad eyes.

"Alright. Give me I second," I said. I picked up his water bowl and turned towards the sink that was located between the stove and the fridge. I was half way across the room when something black and white caught my eye.

Sitting in the archway was the cutest little dog I had ever seen. It had white fur speckled with large black spots. Two black ears were folded over themselves and it had a small nub for a tail . Call me crazy, but it seemed like the dog's chocolate-colored eyes watched me with suspicion.

"You must be Bill. You're such a cute, little doggie," I cooed.

The dog let out a growl as it got up.

I gulped in fear. "Nice doggie," I said.

The dog charged at me. Screaming, I threw the bowl at the dog and scrambled for the counter. I climbed onto the counter and stood up. The little beast stood below me growling, eyes never glancing away from me.

"Shoo," I said. The dog's growls became thunderous. Crouching with his butt in the air, the dog leaped at me. I shriek, pressing myself against the wall. I couldn't believe a little dog could have me shaking in fear.

I didn't know what I was going to do. If the monster dog didn't get bored with me and leave, I was going to be on this counter for a very long time. There was no phone near me so I call for help and didn't want to shout for help because I didn't want any strangers to help me. I don't have a lot of pride so I didn't need strangers to see how much of a coward I was. I prayed Scorpius would come home soon to save me from the dog and so I could slap him across his face. Bill sure loves people. Ha!

Suddenly, G.B. slammed into the dog, knocking Bill over. Yelping, Bill ran out of the kitchen with G.B. right on his tail. Climbing carefully off the counter, I retrieve G.B. water dish and went to the sink to fill it. Then I open a can of tuna and dumped it in his food bowl. Next time I went to the store, I'm picking up a steak for G.B.

Making sure that no manic spotted dogs were lurking in the shadows, I walked down the hallway. As I enter the living room, someone knocked on the door. I let out a yelp. Embarrassed that I was freaking out over a knock, I opened the door.

The girl waiting on the landing was beautiful. She was about my height, slim, and had the most prefect skin that every woman would kill for. She also had the most interesting outfit on. Her tan pants legs were rolled up to her knees, showing off blue high top converse sneakers. A blue and white striped tie was holding her pants in place. For a top, she was wearing a baggy blue and black shirt and under that was a long-sleeved white dress shirt. Fingerless gray wool gloves and matching hat finish the outfit. Under her cap was long, silky red hair.

"Hi, Scorpious! Could I borrow your cal-" The freckled face beauty realized she wasn't talking to Scorpious, but to a tinny, skinny blonde stranger. Her brown eyes widen in surprise and color rushed to her cheeks, making them the same color of her hair.

"Who in the hell are you," she gasped.

"Heather," I replied.

Seeing the blank expression on her face, I added," Scorpius's new roommate."

"Roommate?!" she shrieked in, what I believed to be, delight. Clasping her hands together and holding back giggles, the red head said, "He didn't tell us that he was getting a roommate, not to mention a girl roommate."

" Can I do anything for you?" I asked nervously, hand on the door just incase I have to close the door in the hurry.

The strange girl must had realized that her behavior was making me uncomfortable because she straighten up and became very serious-like. "Sorry about that. I just got a little excited that Scorpius got himself a girlfriend."

I blushed. "I'm not his girlfriend. Just roommates."

"Really?" The red head said, disappointed thick in her voice. Her shoulders slumped a little and a frown appeared on her face. "Damn. I thought he finally got over Rosie. Anyway, is Scorpius home?"

"Just got home," a familiar voice said behind the stranger. Unknown to us, Scorpius had joined us. He had an annoyed expression on his face which was probably caused by the girl. "What are you doing here, Lily?"

"Just came to see if a could borrow a cald-"

"A calliope?" He finished for her.

She gave him a weird look. "No, silly. I need a -"

"A cup," he said, giving her a weird look. She stood there, staring at him, puzzled. I was too. What was going on?

The confusion on Lily's face disappeared and was replaced with a emotion I couldn't place. It was a mixture was shock, horror, and suspicion. "Where did she go to school?" Lily asked.

"A nice, normal private school for girls," he told her.

"Oh shit," Lily gasped in horror.

Had you ever been in a conversation with a group of people and knew they were hiding something from you, but you couldn't figure out what it was? I knew Lily's question meant something more then what it would appeared to be. It revealed something very important to her that other wouldn't be able to figure out if they weren't in on the secret . Something was going on and I wanted to know what it was.

"What's wrong with a private school," I asked defensively.

"Nothing!" She squeaked. I could see in the corner of my eye, Scorpius hitting his forehead with his hand .

"Well, I got to go. I still have to find a cald-I mean calliope for mum. Bye, Scorpius. Nice to meet you, Heather!" Lily's said. Giving a small wave, she ran down the stairs.

Scorpius and I stood there looking at each. I was the one who broke the silence. "That was Al's sister, right?"

"Yeah," he groaned. "I hope she didn't say anything that offended you."

"Not really. What was up with the school thing? She acted like you just told her I was a mass murderer."

"Nothing. Don't worry about," Scorpius said a little too quickly, not looking me in the eye. "How about I make dinner?"

He disappeared inside. Standing there, I made a promise to myself. Scorpius wasn't telling me something so that meant only one thing. I was going to find out what he's hiding from me even if it kills me.

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