Chapter 2- Kathryn meets her sister
It was two months after Sebastian's funeral and Annette's attempt at Kathryn's demise, and things were pleasant around the house. I was back in the luxury of wealth it was just amazing. I lived in this house a year prior to my mother's death. So, I wasn't staying in my old room, that gorgeous cobalt blue room with the gold trim on all the edges, but I was glad to be back. I had the money my mother and father made in their businesses, but I choose to use it sparingly. But since I'd been back, I had gotten enough money from Troy and out of my money to redesign Sebastian's room, buy an extensive, entirely new, and lush wardrobe, and buy that hot new Aston Martin I'd been wanting. The designing I learned from my mom, who was a very famous, very creative, and very wealthy interior designer and architect. That's how she and Troy met; he hired her to do his mansion. Little did she know she'd be doing him.
But on top of that, today was the day Kathryn came back. Her doctor said she was making good progress, so they say. So she was released, and on way back to the house that afternoon. I was anticipating her return; it was about three, lying on a chaise wearing an astonishingly posh white Gucci cat suit. I wanted to let Kathryn know from the beginning that I too was an amazing dresser and a better manipulator. I saw the limo pull up just before I went and sat down. Troy and Tiffany went and brought her back home just before leaving to go to Tokyo. Leaving us there to have a little quality time.
I heard her ordering the help around and putting them down on the first floor. I knew she was making her way upstairs as heard her heels tap on the floor. She had reached the area where I was lying and I knew she was staring at me, but not know who I was. She cleared her throat and said, "Excuse me, but we hired you to work, not to lounge around and do nothing." I still sat there and waited for her to say something else. "Oh, that's right, you morons don't speak English." Before she could say something else, I broke her off and said while sitting up, then flipping my hair, "Oh. I'm not the hired help, and I happen to speak English very well. Along with seven other languages."
"Janessa." she said somewhat shocked then came back with, "To what do I owe this pleasure.?"
"Nothing at all." I said crossing my legs, "I'm just waiting for my new best friend to arrive. I'm so glad you made it home."
She gave me an evil look then said, "Thank you. But seriously, did you come here to make some kind of pathetic attempt for revenge?"
"Oh gosh no, I just came to greet you and to give you the good news."
"Oh really what's that?"
I stood up and began to walk toward the window and then turned around in her direction. "Guess what? I'm living here now. We're sisters."
Stunned she said, "What?! You live here?"
"That's right" I replied, "This is going to be so much fun."
"Come on that's not the actual reason you're here. My mother would have told me. So why are you really here? Lonely? Miss that blue eyed bastard coming over every weekend for a Saturday night hump fest?"
I chuckled, "Really? Is that why you think I'm here? To torture you? Oh no my dear sister, I am here for other reasons. I'm here to be back in this house. Also for information, Sebastian and I never slept together. We were best friends and we looked out for one another."
She began to walk towards the same chaise I was lying in and sighed, "If this some sort of pathetic attempt to avenge Sebastian's death, then you can give up now. You're not going to get it."
"Ok, if that's what you think, then go right ahead. But I'm not here to get back at you. But since I'm going back to Manchester, I felt that I needed to fill you in on a few things."
She smirked, "Really? Like what?"
"Almost everyone in school has been asking about you. But that high and mighty group of losers you call friends, don't know what to do about your public humiliation. Not only are you no longer president of that remedial secret society, but also they said they were thinking about dropping you out of their organization. " "What society? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh Kathryn, don't play dumb. The one were you pick on the freshman and the new kids, and decide their fate at Manchester. I guess it's not so secret anymore."
"Whatever. I'm going to my room. If you need me, just jump out the window."
"Gladly."
With that she went into her room and shut the door. As she was leaving I had the most deceitful smirk on my face. I was going to enjoy her demise. Later on that night, I was on the phone with Annette planning out her first day back at school. Twenty minutes into the conversation, my cell phone rang.
"Talk to me." I answered. No one said anything. "Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" Still no answer.
Just as I was going to hang up and voice said, "I miss you, Janessa." It took a second for those words to sink in.
"Sebastian?"
They hung up. I could hear Annette's voice on my private line, "Janessa? Janessa, is everything alright?"
I picked up my phone slowly. Still stunned from those words, "Annette, I'll have to see you in on Monday. I don't feel so hot right now." I hung up on her before she could say anything else.
I was shocked. Was that Sebastian? No. That's had to be some kind of joke. Who call me and tell me that? Who?
It was two months after Sebastian's funeral and Annette's attempt at Kathryn's demise, and things were pleasant around the house. I was back in the luxury of wealth it was just amazing. I lived in this house a year prior to my mother's death. So, I wasn't staying in my old room, that gorgeous cobalt blue room with the gold trim on all the edges, but I was glad to be back. I had the money my mother and father made in their businesses, but I choose to use it sparingly. But since I'd been back, I had gotten enough money from Troy and out of my money to redesign Sebastian's room, buy an extensive, entirely new, and lush wardrobe, and buy that hot new Aston Martin I'd been wanting. The designing I learned from my mom, who was a very famous, very creative, and very wealthy interior designer and architect. That's how she and Troy met; he hired her to do his mansion. Little did she know she'd be doing him.
But on top of that, today was the day Kathryn came back. Her doctor said she was making good progress, so they say. So she was released, and on way back to the house that afternoon. I was anticipating her return; it was about three, lying on a chaise wearing an astonishingly posh white Gucci cat suit. I wanted to let Kathryn know from the beginning that I too was an amazing dresser and a better manipulator. I saw the limo pull up just before I went and sat down. Troy and Tiffany went and brought her back home just before leaving to go to Tokyo. Leaving us there to have a little quality time.
I heard her ordering the help around and putting them down on the first floor. I knew she was making her way upstairs as heard her heels tap on the floor. She had reached the area where I was lying and I knew she was staring at me, but not know who I was. She cleared her throat and said, "Excuse me, but we hired you to work, not to lounge around and do nothing." I still sat there and waited for her to say something else. "Oh, that's right, you morons don't speak English." Before she could say something else, I broke her off and said while sitting up, then flipping my hair, "Oh. I'm not the hired help, and I happen to speak English very well. Along with seven other languages."
"Janessa." she said somewhat shocked then came back with, "To what do I owe this pleasure.?"
"Nothing at all." I said crossing my legs, "I'm just waiting for my new best friend to arrive. I'm so glad you made it home."
She gave me an evil look then said, "Thank you. But seriously, did you come here to make some kind of pathetic attempt for revenge?"
"Oh gosh no, I just came to greet you and to give you the good news."
"Oh really what's that?"
I stood up and began to walk toward the window and then turned around in her direction. "Guess what? I'm living here now. We're sisters."
Stunned she said, "What?! You live here?"
"That's right" I replied, "This is going to be so much fun."
"Come on that's not the actual reason you're here. My mother would have told me. So why are you really here? Lonely? Miss that blue eyed bastard coming over every weekend for a Saturday night hump fest?"
I chuckled, "Really? Is that why you think I'm here? To torture you? Oh no my dear sister, I am here for other reasons. I'm here to be back in this house. Also for information, Sebastian and I never slept together. We were best friends and we looked out for one another."
She began to walk towards the same chaise I was lying in and sighed, "If this some sort of pathetic attempt to avenge Sebastian's death, then you can give up now. You're not going to get it."
"Ok, if that's what you think, then go right ahead. But I'm not here to get back at you. But since I'm going back to Manchester, I felt that I needed to fill you in on a few things."
She smirked, "Really? Like what?"
"Almost everyone in school has been asking about you. But that high and mighty group of losers you call friends, don't know what to do about your public humiliation. Not only are you no longer president of that remedial secret society, but also they said they were thinking about dropping you out of their organization. " "What society? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh Kathryn, don't play dumb. The one were you pick on the freshman and the new kids, and decide their fate at Manchester. I guess it's not so secret anymore."
"Whatever. I'm going to my room. If you need me, just jump out the window."
"Gladly."
With that she went into her room and shut the door. As she was leaving I had the most deceitful smirk on my face. I was going to enjoy her demise. Later on that night, I was on the phone with Annette planning out her first day back at school. Twenty minutes into the conversation, my cell phone rang.
"Talk to me." I answered. No one said anything. "Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" Still no answer.
Just as I was going to hang up and voice said, "I miss you, Janessa." It took a second for those words to sink in.
"Sebastian?"
They hung up. I could hear Annette's voice on my private line, "Janessa? Janessa, is everything alright?"
I picked up my phone slowly. Still stunned from those words, "Annette, I'll have to see you in on Monday. I don't feel so hot right now." I hung up on her before she could say anything else.
I was shocked. Was that Sebastian? No. That's had to be some kind of joke. Who call me and tell me that? Who?