Hello my dears. I have hit a slight writer's block so ideas and inspiration to write are extremely helpful. A quick reminder to visit the poll on my website in the name of Ari's long term girlfriend's name. I also am posting another story called February Chance so check it out!
~Imp
MPOV
Never had I seen teenage guys like that, huddled on the crowd and half screaming half begging for mercy. I smiled evilly as my wet hair dried from my shower, curling at the ends slightly, as I uploaded the video to my computer. Don't worry; I backed it up on my laptop, and my thumb drive with encryptions and firewalls.
"Greetings from Colorado." I murmur absently as I tapped the send at the bottom of the screen, hitting the Auburn website tab and wondering how long it would take before the clip was all over the boys' varsity football team and the rest of the campus. And if Fang and the team found out, what would their revenge be?
I wake up to the sunlight streaming in to my room, the big window thrown wide open and no blinds or curtains to block any unwanted light. My window faces the backyard and there's a tall oak tree and a smaller pine tree next to my window, one branch leading five feet from my window. My walls are white, and there is no closet door, a bathroom on one side, and a white bed. White sheets, white mattress, white pillows, white headboard, plain hardwood flooring, it was completely not my style. I want to change it, so I amble down to Ella's room in my white long yoga pants and white tank top. See a trend yet? No? I didn't think so.
"I hate all this white!" She complains as soon as she sees me. I stifle a yawn. Her room overlooks the front of the house, the street, and the custom roof which was perfect for afternoon sky gazing. Callie bumps my leg and turns in a circle. Ella's bed is on the far wall, on the left of the window, facing into the room, and unlike me, she has a closet door and a bathroom. Convenient because she actually cares for fashion unlike me.
I shove a hand through my messy sloppy bun, what can I say, I hate it when my hair's in my mouth when I wake up. Ella huffs and stamps the parquet wood floor, sighing audibly. Her yellow tank top and off white yoga pants are the only splashes of color except for the monotonous walls, bed, floor and cardboard packing boxes.
"So do I. I'm hitting the hardware store and then the furniture store. Hell, while I'm at it, I'm probably going to Hobby Lobby or Michaels for art. You want to come and get rid of all this godforsaken white?" Ella looks at me as if I'm her personal savior.
"This is why I love you." She sighs. I ruffle her light caramel hair and pad away. I rummage through one of the cardboard boxes, and pull out a pair of long black stretch capris, white flip flops and a black t-shirt. I'm too lazy to fix my hair and it doesn't look that bad so I leave it. Since the capris are a thin material and I wouldn't wear them anywhere except the store I figure they'd be fine to get paint all over and I have more than one t-shirt. Hey if I really wanted to torture myself, I could say they'd only cost a dollar at Wal-Mart. I grab my cell phone from the charger where I'd set in on the floor and shut my door behind me. Hera looks at me lazily from her patch of sunshine at the end of the hallway and flops back down. Athos is at the bottom, ears perked and tail wagging.
"You don't get to come fuzz ball." I say while I trot down the main stairs which had a curve and a landing in the middle. The main foyer of the colonial styled house was well paced which meant there was a lot of space. I swung open the door in to the kitchen, strategically placed in the middle of the downstairs. In the middle of the living room, dining room, the study, and the foyer, with the sliding glass doors to the backyard behind it. Athos hopped on his front paws, whining, and I kneed his chest gently when he tried to jump up.
Ella thundered downstairs at that moment as I walked out with a bottle of water and my cell phone at my ear.
"Yeah, okay, we're ready now. Thanks Jeb." I glanced at Ella and sighed.
"Your shirt's on backwards X. Jeb will drive us there in the van." Ella nods and fixes her shirt. Jeb strolled casually downstairs in a pair of jeans and sneakers, a blue t-shirt and polishing his wire rimmed glasses. We piled into the van, a massive fifteen seater we'd gotten for hauling purposes and football transport a while back.
"To the paint store! Be gone with the whiteness!" Ella shrieked. I laughed and Jeb rolled his eyes. Muttering that it was only seven in the morning. I agreed with both of them.
Max has utterly humiliated the team, and me. She will pay.
"Fang! The washer broke I need you and Dad to go get a replacement now!" my mother calls down the hallway.
"Alright!" I hop in the truck while my dad puts away the video games. We pull into the lot and I see a familiar shade of honey blond hair swinging away, as Max seemed to glide into hardware store. Should I get my revenge now or make her sweat it out and wonder?
Decisions decisions decisions, so many to choose from.
