Chapter 25
I was out in the driveway with the car top propped up, wearing my favorite pair of skinny jeans, and a black tank top. The tool belt I made, was perfect with this outfit, which was why I was risking my favorite skinny jeans. I finished the tool belt today, with one strap around the lower waist, and the other around my thigh. It was hard to design, and I rarely ever finished my projects.
"Here she is. My new anime friend, since all you guys suck." I heard Heather's voice. I turned around to see Heather and a group of people. Heather and I grew close due to our love for anime.
"Oh. She's such a commoner. Small house, dirty as well. Good thing she can fix the car." A girl, who seemed to be the leader sneered with disgust. She was young for a supposed leader though. Her long hair was obviously curled. It wasn't natural, and nor was her nose. Her makeup was light, but she really didn't know what she was doing. I could tell.
"Darling... I hate to break it to you, but I'm not fixing a car. I'm building one. And being a so called commoner isn't a bad thing. I don't have to worry about my makeup up being smudged and have it show up on a magazine. I suggest you grab a mirror real fast." I faked a sympathic look. "If you need a mirror, then do brave into my little rat-nest-of-a-house and go into the bathroom. Don't try to get too much makeup in there though. We're awfully sensitive to those things. It's what causes you to need nose jobs, and other things that make you look young or beautiful. You know that right?" I smiled sadly, laughing my head off in the inside.
"Excuse me!" She demanded, marching up in front of me. Her face was bright red and burning.
"So. You're leaving? But you just got here?" I protested.
"That's. Not. What. I. Meant!" She snapped, annoyingly.
"Oh, that's good. I need to show you this great tip for making your hair look more naturally curly. It comes naturally in my family though. I'm sorry beauty doesn't come as naturally as your bad personality. You can fix that though, right?" I faked a sincere look as I looked into her eyes. Steam porued out of her ears. Her eyes widened.
"You're not a female dog, so stop being such a-" She started.
"Girlie, you're talking out loud. And you shouldn't talk about yourself so lowly. It's really sad..." I faked a sniff. Until I burst out. Laughing, of course.
"Oh! This is just GREAT! YOUR FACE IS HILARIOUS!" I snorted, laughing and doubling over. "I'm not even using my best insults!" I mused to myself, still laughing. If it made any sense, it shouldn't. I just found it so amusing to see her like that.
"There's a reason I like you." Heather nodded approvingly.
"My father will hear about this! I warn you! He's the-" The girl began to start threatning, still right in front of me.
I stopped laughing and took a step closer. She seemed to be a year younger then me. Only twelve. She was shorter then me considering the fact that she hadn't gone through puberty. Way too young to be a leader, or someone of importance to this group.
"Darling." I smiled devilshly. "Remember this." I took a step closer til I was in her face, almost literally. She took a step back, the fury melting from her face, fists loosening. "I don't care," I took another step closer, she took another step back. "Who your parents are." I took another step towards her. She took two steps back. "Because, this is my house." I took two steps towards her really fast, trapping her against the side of my house. I slammed a hand right next to her. "It's my house, and you are the one tresspassing, and so. You will leave when I tell you to. It's law, and it doesn't bend." I snarled. Her face went from shock to something else.
"Please kiss me!" She begged her eyes wide.
"You're cute little girl, but your antics don't amuse me." I dropped the hand. She tugged on a curl.
"Please..." She pleaded. I kissed her on the forehead.
"Don't ask for more." I scoffed, and stalked back to my rightful place. The car.
"Quite the gentleman, are you now." I looked away from the girl melting into a puddle. It was Arsen.
"Oh. You." I gave a little scoff. Everyone else in the group looked a little shocked.
"Her name is Scarlette, in case you were wondering. So you're a little lesibian. I was not expecting that. You seem very straight." Arsen commented.
"If I you were closer then I would've slapped your face. But you were right the first time. I'm straight." I shrugged.
"Most straight girls would've gotten out of that situtation as fast as possible." Arsen raised an eyebrow.
"I said I was straight. Not straight as a flag pole." I rolled my eyes.
"Wouldn't you be bi then?" Arsen asked, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"She's not as straight as a flag pole, but my sister certainly wouldn't do the hoohah, if you know what I mean." Elmira came out from the house, glancing at Scarlette. She captivated everyone. She hair tied up with the curls simply falling out everywhere. She messy art shirt on, with all the paint stains. Her warm chocolate eyes, welcoming and sweet. Something I usually never had.
"Elmira Liffle?" A blonde boy with very toned muscles and tan skin spoke up.
"Yes?" She turned her attention to him.
"Wow! You row for _ College! You're so good at rowing, I never thought I would meet you in these parts. Why are you here?" He said here as an insult.
"I live here." Elmira said coolly.
"She's my sister." I added, though no one payed me any attention. Besides Arsen and Heather. But they already knew her.
"Hello Elmira. It's great to see you again!" Heather piped up, as she walked over to my side. I leaned against the car.
"Hello Heather. Nice to see you too." Elmira smiled at Heather. Heather had been very nice about our lack of money. We weren't poor. They were just too rich. Flithly rich.
"Well, anyways. We came here to kidnap you." Heather cleared her throat.
"That's right. How did you guys all get here?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Skis. The river is frozen. Speaking of which, aren't you cold?" Heather gestured to my lack of clothes.
"When you are trying to use all the non-existant muscle you have, you tend to get very hot, and sweaty. You don't want to wear clothes, thus, you wear less clothes." I waved my hands in the air. "Magic!" Heather laughed, amused.
"Well, you are going to go inside, take a shower, then come out, and come with us!" Heather gestured with her hands.
"Not at a stopping point. Wait!" I totally had forgotten about the car. I turned around, pulled out a wrench, as fast as I could, then dove back into the mess of the wires, and beyond that.
"Telsa?" Heather leaned over. With one hand I pushed her face back.
"Safety. Ever heard of it? Stay away." I remembered to put back on my safety glasses.
"Alright..." Heather frowned.
"Will it explode?" She asked.
"It could suddenly start smoking if I don't fix it now. Go. I'll text you when I'm clean, and ready to do something." I waved my hand off at her.
"Fine... Arsen, could you stay to make sure that Telsa does as she says?" Heather turned to her brother. I glanced up in shock.
"No. Not Arsen." I protested, furiously working. Multitasking was not my forte, but I would try.
"Sure, Heather. I would be honored." I glanced up, horrified by Arsen's words. The group of people, who I assumed where their friends. looked shocked.
"Why him?" I protested. From the corner of my eye, the group looked horrified.
"You don't just talk to the next CEO of Galo like that!" Mr. Bloude approached me.
"That's exactly why we take interest in her." Heather and Arsen shared a look.
"So, you guys have a little leech group of friends... And I don't appreciate how you treat me like a kitten. " I looked up from my work, evem though it might start to-
"Ah!" I yelped. Smoke billowed out form where I was working. I pulled my hands away. I pulled on gloves.
"Okay. You guys seriously have to leave. I'm going to see if I can fix this." I sighed, setting to work.
"Bye then!" Heather chirped, but I barely heard. I was focused on the new task at hand. And crap. This was going to be hard.
"Need any help?" Elmira walked over.
"No thank you. Go find your girlfriend, and enjoy yourselves. Larissa's father started a new cafe, and it's amazing."
"I thought you were done with Larissa. She made you end up getting that detention. She's too manipulative." Elmira's voice carried out the frown I was certain she had on her face.
"Go. I'm busy, and Jasmine and I chill together now. Relax. I'm just friendly with Larissa. That's all." I stuck the wrench back in it's place, trading it for some wire cutters. I really didn't want to cut the wire any shorter, but it had to be done.
"Alright. I'll go. And Arsen, there are cameras. Don't try anything." Elmira marched back into the house. I could hear her footsteps even as she was in the house.
"She doesn't have to worry that much..." Arsen muttered.
"She barely knows you. Stop acting like some perfect prince, because you're not. And everyone in this house knows that." I remarked carefully.
"So careful with you're words. What are you so afraid of? I don't bite..." Arsen teased.
"Hmm... Then shall I get you a cup of apple sauce, your highness? Open your mouth, here comes the airplane!" I cooed.
"Look. I never had the chance to apologize before. I'm really sorry. I get a bit... Weird, whenever I take pain killers, and things like that." Arsen apologized.
"Apology accepted. Sexism that came out of your mouth? Not excused." I huffed.
"I apologized! I can't help that I have sexist pigs all around me! It affects me whether I like it or not! My father happens to be one, and he wants me to be the next CEO! I sure don't want to, but he insists! Dragging me everywhere he pleases! Conferences, negotations, parties, even the little parties where sluts drag their privates over you as much as possible. Bars! I've been dragged to whatever disgusting private rich bar there is! Hells, that's why I ended up hitting your dock! Frickin running from that CRAZY MAN!" Arsen ranted.
"Wait. Bars? Is he insane?" I turned to Arsen, while furiously scrubbing at the stained metal.
"I'm serious. And it doesn't matter if he is insane or not. He's rich, he can do whatever." Arsen curled his lip.
"Bars... Strip bars?" I remembered he mention sluts there, as he ever-so-kindly phrased it.
"Yes." He shuttered. "Girls and guys, frolicking around around me... Disgusting, the way they tried to seduce me. I had literally turned 14 that day. Still hasn't been a year."
"Eww..." I scrunched up my nose. I continued to scrub at it, the mark wouldn't come off.
"Are you almost done?" Arsen raised an eyebrow as I furiously scrubbed.
"Yeah. I just want to get these marks off." I grumbled, glaring at it, and scrubbing harder.
"Well, I'm not sure if this sounds right, but you're bleeding and I have to admit, you've got some great cards." He blushed, looking down. I glanced down at my chest. Cleavage everywhere! Damn right, I thought to myself. This is the best sight in the entire country, I added in my head.
"Ah!" I stopped scrubbing, and tossed the cloth at him.
"Try getting it off. You're stronger then me. I'm going to take a shower." I blushed furiously, hating the enjoyment I felt at his facial expression.
"Wow. That's incredibly unlike you. Enjoying that kind of attention." Castiel was taken aback.
"That changed after I came to the city. It was strange. All of a sudden, these creepers would be all over me, and I swear I'm not kidding. I would get these attacks, everyday. It got to the extent where I had the police on speed dial. Eventually, one of them suggested that I wrap up my chest. I took her advice, and I've been doing that ever since. Believe me when I say, I don't appreciate that kind of attention." I shook my head, disgusted by the memories.
"You've got to be kidding me." Castiel looked at me disbelievingly.
"Those boys in the gym? They would've. Hey. Tomorrow, come pick me up. We will walk to school together, and I will be attacked, despite the fact that you will be there." I smiled.
"I don't believe it." Castiel shook his head.
"Go to school with me. I'll prove it to you. All the guys will be looking. And some will dare to try." I simply smiled. It was the simple challenge that everyone in my family always used. State the facts, and be confident. Everyone in my family was always confident. That's one of the differences I had from my family. Confidence was rare. Always was, until I met Arsen. Not that he 'cured' me or anything.
"Alright. Tomorrow, we will go to school together."
"And watch all the guys on the street gape at 's make it interesting." I added, because I knew I was right. "Let's bet. "
"Sure." Castiel seemed very positive that he was right.
"Okay. If I'm right... You have to..." I thought for a second. "Go on a double date with me. Rosayla insisted I go out with her and Leigh, and I don't want to be with those love birds." I grinned. Rosayla was going to be proud of me, but more importantly Castiel smiled.
"Sure. And if I win..." Castiel thought for a moment.
"Trying to make it as bad as you can?" I asked to his scrunched up face.
"Yes." Castiel grinned as though he thought of something. "I have it, and I think you might like it as well."
"What is it?" I looked over at him.
"Hmmm... Give me the freedom to not choose it just yet." Castiel gave me a crooked grin. It sent shivers up my back.
"Castiel, what are you thinking of now?" I looked over at him. He simply smiled back at me.
"So do we have a bet?" He seemed to smile even more.
"And have me take the risk?" I raised my eyebrows.
"You like taking risks."
"Can't deny it. We have a bet then." I looked back at him. His wicked face, and I had a bad feeling. But I knew I would win. There wasn't any loopholes, was there?
Author's Note
Sorry for suddenly cracking out a 2,000 (or so) chapter. I guess I was just really motivated recently. I always really suck at finishing stories, but I'm going to try! People often say "all or none" when talking about me, so I might as well try! Wish me luck! I'm going to try to finish it up this week! (Wow! I said try too many times, but I like the word. It's not promising anything, but it's showing the determination. Sorry, really off topic or whatever!) Anyways, please review whether you liked it or not. Review! Review! Review!
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