Oh god, I am so sorry for not updating on Wednesday, but I had the amazing opportunity to attend WE Day, so I took it and was gone on Wednesday. I have also been reading a new, amazing story called Memories by Another Wise Girl xx, it is so cute and it has killed me upon multiple occasions because of how cute the characters are. I definitely recommend that you read it, it is so great! In other news, I'm swamped with homework and both subjects I have to do, involve writing! Yay! I have to thank GirlishlyGreek for submitting Lise and a thank you to Dimitri Jinx for reading through this chapter and helping me clarify. I love you both!
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Previously on Humans meet Percabeth:
I gagged. "Get away from me you perv, I hate you and stay away from me." I told him as I brushed past him. Then, that pervy ass-hole reached out and squeezed my butt as I walked by to deliver a memo from Ivy to Ms. Olive.
I glowered at him, and he looked at me innocently. "What?" He raised his hands into a surrender position.
"Ms. Olive?" I said, knocking on her open door, "I have a memo for you."
Wren Olive raised her black haired head, "Of course, another memo." She muttered, "Bring it here."
"Oh and Lise? It is 5:30, you can leave, I don't need you any more today. Go home and relax." She said, smiling, which was a rare thing for her.
"Of course, I'll see you tomorrow, Ms. Olive."
Lise Santos: Part 2
I headed home through New York rush hour traffic. I sighed as I waited, like every other person stuck either behind me, beside me or in front of me. Finally I was able to pull into the garage of my building and hour and a half later. I parked, got out and pulled my bag out of the backseat of my car. I walked to the elevator and hit the 'Up' button, the doors opened immediately and I stepped in. I pressed the button with the little number 12 on it, the car started to move and in minutes, I had arrived at my apartment, number 1204, if you must know. Throwing my stuff on the floor, I pulled off my heels and sank down into my favourite chair that I removed clothing that I had thrown there this morning. I sighed, right now all I wanted to do was read my book, but it was now 6:40 and I had an hour and twenty minutes to get ready for when Isabelle would show up and I would drive us both to The Blue Lily, a club about a twenty minute drive from my building. I hauled myself to my feet, and dragged my sore feet down the hall to my bathroom.
After a nice hot shower, I trekked back to my room and opened my closet. Rummaging around, I pulled out a flowing dark purple tank top, a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of royal purple ballet flats. Most of my clothes are hand me downs or thrift store items, so I was surprised when I found things that weren't work clothes, that matched. I dressed quickly and looked at the time, 7:20. Okay, I still had enough time to blow dry my hair and have something to eat. In the fridge, were leftovers from last night's Chinese. I pulled the take-out box of chicken chow mein out of the fridge, threw it on a plate and stuck it in the microwave. I went back to the bathroom to blow dry my long caramel coloured hair. I dug through the cupboard underneath the sink and pulled out my hair dryer. I looked down and saw that the cord was tangled with that of my curling iron. Sighing, I untangled the cord and went to work.
Soon, my hair was dry, and I went back to the kitchen, only to find out that the food I put in the microwave had cooled down, once again, I pressed the button and round and round my food went. When it was done, I took my food and sat back down in my favourite chair and ate. I hadn't realized I was this hungry until I started to eat, I was still eating when I looked at my phone and saw that the time was 7:50. I scraped the last of the Chow Mein into my mouth and got up to go look for my purse. The one I managed to find, was the black suede one with the fringes on it. I grabbed my phone, wallet and keys, into the bag they went. Ten minutes later, at exactly 8:00, the doorbell rang. I went over and saw that Isabelle had shown up. I opened the door, "OMG Lise! You cleaned up nicely!" Isabelle exclaimed.
"Thanks, you too. Come in, I just have to grab my purse" I said, smiling.
She came in, as I popped a piece of gum into my mouth, I noticed how gorgeous she looked. She was wearing a dark blue skater dress, that contrasted to her blonde hair and sun-kissed skin and also matched her eyes. On her feet were a pair of tan wedges that matched her purse. She had on a tinted lip gloss that made her lips look red and her eyes were outlined in eyeliner, which made the midnight blue of her eyes pop.
"So, are you ready to go?" I asked her, jingling my car keys.
"Ahh duh." She said, looking at me like I had just suggested that the earth was flat. "Of course!"
We took the elevator down to the garage and hopped into my little blue Fiat. I drove downtown with Isabelle sitting beside me in the passenger seat, singing along with the radio.
"....Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
Running from the law through the backfields and getting drunk with my friends
Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon that I did it right
But I was younger then, take me back to when." Sang Isabelle and the radio.
I laughed, Isabelle was so enthusiastic when it came to everything.
We had pulled up to the club just as the song finished. The Blue Lily was full and it was only 8:30 in the evening. Most of the time the roust college students and crazy people who get completely wasted and end up high come at around 11:00 that tends to be when the "Party starts!"
I drove past the club and parked a couple of blocks away. "Let's go!" Isabelle whooped as she got out of the car and fell onto the sidewalk. "I'm okay!" She said, bouncing back to her feet. How she has that much energy, I will never know. I grinned, and we headed two blocks down to The Blue Lily.
The bouncer let us in right away. "He's my cousin!" Isabelle yelled over the loud music. She pulled me up to the bar and ordered two Pina Coladas. The bartender winked at her and started on our drinks right away. After we had our drinks, we sat down on a pair of open barstools and watched everyone on the dance floor throw themselves around in time to the music. It was only like 8:45, and already there were people drunk beyond recognition. I shook my head as I watched two college girls stumbling across the dance floor to the bar. How they could stomach so much alcohol, was beyond me. I sipped my drink and looked at Isabelle, who was talking to her boyfriend?! I guess Tom wanted a guys night out with his friends, just like Isabelle wanted a girls night out with me. The boys came over to where I was sitting, "Hey Lise. Funny seeing you here." Tom remarked, his arm still around Isabelle.
"Yea you guys too."I replied.
"No I mean you. You never go out, I would've thought that this isn't your scene." Tom said, gesturing around the room.
"Tom, I can do whatever I want. There isn't a law saying that a person like me can't go to a club." I told him pointedly.
"Easy girl, chill. I was just making a remark. Not trying to offend you." He said, his hands raised in a defensive position.
I rolled my eyes, then they went wide. I saw Henry making his way towards me across the dance floor, grinning like a maniac.
"Oh crap." I said to no one particular.
"Is there a problem Lise?" Isabelle asked, features showing concern.
"No, the perv from work is here. You know that guy I was telling you about?" I told her.
Isabelle grinned maliciously as he came closer. "Just follow my lead." She whispered.
"Hey Lise babe. Change your mind about going out with me yet?" He said, smiling.
"Hey dude, go away. Stop messing with my girlfriend." Isabelle said to Henry, winking at me. So that was her plan!
"Oh, you mean….? You're…?" Henry trailed off, looking confused.
"Yes I am, Pierce. Now leave me and girlfriend alone." I told him, looking smug. (I am not making fun of anyone who is lesbian, this was just a tactic used to get rid of the d-bag Henry)
He shook his head and walked back across the floor to where his group was sitting. "That was awesome! Did you see his face? It was like this…!" Isabelle and I laughed. I finished my drink and glanced at my phone, 9:45. Turning around to face the bar, I ordered another drink and sipped it. I kept talking with Isabelle and to Tom's friends all night, while still sitting on that barstool.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I know this chapter sucked. But please help me get to 217 reviews, I only need five more! Wow, I sound desperate, anyway I will see you next week for part three of Lise Santos.
Your fellow Fictioner and Fangirl,
Cinder Luna
