CHAPTER 3
The next morning my hair was matted to my face and my neck hurt from falling asleep on the windowsill. I mustered the energy to walk to the kitchen and was looking for food when I felt someone jump on my back. My training kicked in. It's not something I can help anymore and within a few seconds I had the intruder pinned to the floor with my forearm. Only when I felt the persons harsh breath on my face did I realise id just knocked the wind out of my friend. I scrambled up pulling her with me.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" she screeched. It made me wish I still had her pinned down. She could stop the world turning with how loud she could shout. "YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE ABOUT TO KILL ME!"
"Well that is the general idea when your get snuck up at nine in the morning in the comfort of my own home." I mumbled my mind still groggy with tears.
"Have you been crying?"
"No" I said a little to defensively, worried about what she would think of to make me feel better.
"How about shopping with me Christian and Dimitri?"
My heart let at the thought of spending all day with Dimitri outside of the training room. He was so much calmer then. But when I remembered we would be shopping with Lissa a small part of me died.
Lissa was rich now and my god did we know it. She didn't need to think about what she was buying all she needed to know was just how good it looked on her and the deal was done. I on the other hand had to count every shamefully scarce penny I let slip through my fingers.
The next two hours of my life confirmed my theory that curling is the most boring of all the hair styling methods. Dare I say it even more boring that straightening? But once I had been curled scrubbed and powdered to what Lissa deemed 'socially acceptable' we began to start the long process of leaving the house.
"Come on, come on!" Lissa whined as I closed doors and windows "The boys are waiting" she was so excited to get out of the house she was practically bouncing off the walls. That bloody boyfriend of hers was all she cared about these days, mind you I would probably be the same if I had a boyfriend that bought me a freaking Cartier diamond ring for no other reason than 'I just wanted to see you eyes light up'
"Why is Dimitri coming? I didn't think you two were that close" I asked. Not that I didn't want him to be there but I was genuinely curious as to why he would voluntarily put himself through shopping with Lissa.
"Were not that close but him and Christian are, plus it's just another pair of eyes to tell me how amazing I look." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and flounced towards the door. She was trying to be sarcastic but that doesn't really work when deep down you think what your saying is true.
"Besides Christian wanted 'Guy Company'."
I was a bit disappointed that he didn't just want to spend the day with me but if that was the case he wouldn't have told Lissa for fear everyone would know buy lunchtime. Which they probably would.
Sure enough the boys were waiting in the car park. Dimitri was looking fiiine in black jeans and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I looked down to be sure that I wasn't staring like an idiot. Dimitri and I got into the back of the car, close but not touching at any point. It seems backwards doesn't it? That I can punch this man, hug this man but as soon as it comes to acting natural in a car on the way to the mall, I have no idea where to start.
Sorry for the short chapters guys they're just fillers until the really good stuff comes. xxxx Thx to everyone who reviewed and read the story xxx
K&L xxxx
