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Jared POV
I hate my sister. And her friends.
I knew I had to hang out with them because they were Hill people like me...Dad always said that it was only right to be with your own people. The only person that I could stand was Blaine and that was because he was honest with me about stuff.
But he was still a little ass kiss sometimes.
"So, Jared, how was school?"
I looked up at my dad, realizing that I had just spent about fifteen minutes poking at my food. Before I could even answer, Debbie perked up with that stupid girly voice of hers.
"It was awesome~!" She gushed. "There was this new girl who lived with the Valley kids but she looked so not-Valley-like that new emo dark look thing that totally works and is totally in right now-and oh my god, Mom, you would not believe it! She's French! So cool!"
"A new girl, huh?" Dad rubbed his chin a little in thought. "Funny, I don't remember employing anyone new at the factory or seeing moving vans come in through town..."
"She's not new, Dad," I explained. "She just looked new because she changed so much,"
"Plastic surgery?" Mom said. "How could a Valley family afford it?"
"It wasn't surgery. She made herself look ugly to fit in and then quit," I had overheard Milo Doblong and his stupid sag-ass friend in the hallway that day talking about it.
"Look ugly on purpose?" Dad scoffed. "Why, that's rediculous! But at least she knows how to fit in..."
I was kinda relieved that he was gunna leave it alone, but then-of course-my stupid sister opened her stupid mouth.
Giggling a little in that disgusting and irritating way she does, she said it: "Oh, but Dad, that's not the best part~! Jared asked her out!"
"Shut up, Debbie!" I shouted across the table, my face heating up.
"A Valley girl! But why, Jared?" My mom asked, concerned. "There are plenty of girls up here on the Hills,"
"Yeah, and they all look like Debbie!" I said. "Doesn't matter, she turned me down anyway," I grumbled, more to myself than anything.
Course Dad heard. "Turned you down!? I insist to know who this girl is!"
No! Then I'll never have a chance with her! "Dad, it's not a big deal-"
"It's Creepy Susie!"
"Damnitt, Debbie, shut up!"
"Susie, huh? Then that settles it. I'll talk to her tomorrow,"
"Dad, please-"
"Ah, don't worry, son, I'll make you sound good," he said with was supposed to be a reassuring smile.
All it did was piss me off and I left dinner without a word, stomping out of the room and pulling out my phone to call Blaine. I needed to vent to someone.
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Susie POV
I loved the weekends. My older sister was out, my brother was with his friends, and my mother and father spent their time together.
As for me, it varies.
Today I was in the back room cleaning it out. I used to have this room for my...special collections. I had this phase when I filled the selves along the far wall with dead chickens. I took awe in the way they all looked so peaceful while their forms were mangled alongside eachother so uncomfortably. But yesterday when I came home I decided that I no longer wanted to do it anymore. The situation was no longer one of fasination...it was just...a little gruesome and distasteful. I didn't like the idea of rotting chickens pilled so high being so close to me. Really, it was a wonder that my mother and sister weren't having a fit!
Sighing and dragging the last of the mess outside to be burned the sound of still air and lapping flames was interupted by the sound of a car. Not something I heard often, as my parents prefered bikes and I lived in a rather quiet part of the town, far from the main roads.
Curious, I headed to the front yard, peeking around the corner of my home and shocked to see a short limo parked on the street before me, with none stepping out of it but the the town's infamous George Klimer.
What the hell is he doing here?! Are we being evicted?! Father didn't say anything...I was so lost in my thoughts, I jumped when we addressed me.
"Excuse me. I'm looking for a Susie. This is the right address, isn't it?" He was much taller than me. I hadn't paid much attention to that fact until now as he stood just a few steps away from me. I barely came up to the base of his chest.
"Y...Yes, zhat es me..." I almost couldn't find my voice.
Unexpectedly, he smiled at me. ONe of those smiles Milo described when he saw his father say something pleaseing to the tyrant.
"Wonderful," he replied. "Do you mind if I come in to have a word with you?" When I shook my head no, he nodded, giving yet another smile. He turned back to his driver then, who was standing dutifully by the limo. "You can go ahead and cut the engine. I'll be staying a while,"
Nervous, I let him inside, grateful I had cleaned up the back room. The air still smelled like lemon (my mother loved spending money on cleaning products, being a bit of a germaphobe).
"Looks nice in here," Mr. Klimer commented. "Much nicer than the Oblong house,"
I didn't agree, but I knew that this was his attempt to be nice so I let it go. "Vould you like somezhing to drink? I 'ave tea, water, coffee..."
"Coffee, please. Black," I quickly got it from the kitchen as he seated himself in the living room in a large chair. I handed it to him quietly before sitting down on the couch, purposely sitting just close enough to listen to what he had to say but while remaining out of reach in case he planned to strike me. (I understand this wasn't likely to happen, but he's a large older man with enough money to bail himself out of any trouble and you can never be too careful.) "So...Susie, I see that you've certainly changed a bit. My daughter mentioned that at dinner last night but seeing it isa much different than hearing about it. Tell me, why the sudden change?"
I shrugged, wondering why in the hell he was asking me this. "I dun know vhat to tell you...A vriend ov mine zaw me like zhis and inzisted zhat I stay like zhis...so I did...and I vound up...liking et,"
"I see...Well, it seems like the new you has made quite the impression on my daughter and her friends...and...my son,"
I noted the drop in his tone...the implied air...When I glanced over, he was watching me closely for any reaction. I wasn't sure what to say, what to do...so I continued looking at him, not breaking eye contact and keeping the flush from appearing on my face. Something I was good at...I always kept my emotions hidden as much as possible around my friends.
He seemed disappointed by this. Setting his cup down, a distressed look beginning to appear on his face, he sat back and gazed at me again. "I care a lot for my son. And I know that he...can be a handful. Not as much as Debbie or her friends, but enough to give him a rather...poor reputation,"
I sipped from my cup, reluctant to say anything to the comment. What could I say? Confirm that his son was a jerk at times? Or deny it because I liked him, despite the fact he was a jerk?
Mr. Klimer took this as a sign to continue talking. "When Debbie told me about your new look last night, it wasn't the only thing she mentioned. I understand that...my son asked you out," I nearly choked on my drink, my eyes going wide but stayed quiet. "I also understand that you turned him down,"
I couldn't prevent it now...my face was aflame. I was embarassed, ashamed...almost hurt. Where was he going with this? "I..." My voice stopped on me for a moment, overwhelmed with emotion and growing fear. "I know zhat...you 'ave a lot ov influence 'ere...Are you going to evict us because I did it? Get my fazher fired? Get me arrested vor some drug charge maybe?" I didn't know what I was saying, but I couldn't stop myself. I was so upset that he'd come here and bring this up. Why the hell did he do it!? To laugh at me for thinking I was good enough? To yell at me for turning down Jared?
It was quiet for a moment as I awaited his answer. I was facing away, trying to still remain distant but I was sure that he saw me blinking furiously to rid myself of the tears.
I didn't expect him to let out a bitter laugh.
"Oh, I see...So this is why he didn't want me here," he muttered it, almost quielty. I don't think he intended for me to hear it.
"...who didn't?" His assosiates? The mayor? One of his country club buddies? I couldn't stifle my curiousity.
"My son...I said I'd come over to talk to you and he practically begged me not to...I guess he figured you'd have this reaction...I didn't even consider it,"
My eyes widened a bit. Jared...wanted to protect me from feeling like this? Why? Wasn't I just the new pretty girl he hadn't touched yet?
Mr. Klimer stood then, smiling despite the fact that he was obviously unhappy with how this went. "I...apologize for bothering you. It seems that I should've listened to my son. Thank you for the coffee and...don't worry, I hadn't planned on threatening you. I just...wanted you to give him a chance..." Without another word, he let himself out. I was only vaugely aware of hearing the limo pull away outside.
Jared...wanted to...protect me...? I don't understand...
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