Chapter two
The next morning Maranda showered, dressed in the jeans that she had been wearing and the tee-shirt that Mark had giving her the night before, tucking it into the waist band of her jeans and debating weather or not to get a pair of scissors ahold of the sleeves. Deciding that it was way to much work, she ran a brush through her thick hair and bounced down stairs, happier now that she had ever been. "Morning." Mark mumbled as she walked into the kitchen, not looking up from his paper and coffee. "Wow. Not really a morning person are you?" She asked, pouring herself a glass of orange juice. He grunted in response and she sat down beside him. "Aren't you going to eat something before school?" He asked, looking up. "I never eat breakfast; it makes me feel groggy all morning. I eat a good lunch though." She took a sip of her juice and looked at the clock. "Ack! I gotta get to school." She jumped from her chair and rinsed out her glass. Mark stood and pulled on a leather jacket, grabbed a bandana and put it over his now short hair. "Let's roll." He finally smiled and she shook her head. Her arrival was going to cause quite stir. Because she would bet dollars to pesos that they were going to take the bike. Just as she suspected Mark opened the garage and rolled a custom Harley out into the driveway. He swung one long leg over it and motioned for her to get on behind him. Doing the same as he had done she barely had the chance to wrap her arms around his waist before he roared off down the long driveway.
It took less thank fifteen minutes for them to reach the school, and as they pulled to a stop at the curve Maranda grimaced at the looks they were both getting. "I have to leave for New York later today so you will have the house to yourself the next few days." Mark told her, taking off his sunglasses and turning to look at her. "Mark?" Miranda asked, unsure if she wanted to go any further. "Yeah?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you mind if I have a few friends over for a slumber party. Sara never let me, said she didn't' like the sound of five childish girls in her house." She wouldn't look him in the eye until she felt him start to shake with laughter. Her eyes flew up to look at him. "What's so funny?" She demanded, glaring hotly at him. "I never thought that I would have a gaggle of teenage girls at my house. But to answer your question, yes you can have a slumber party. Just don't tear the house apart. No boys and no fermented beverages" He calmed a bit and was reduced to shaking his head. "Thank you so much!" She impulsively jumped from the bike and threw her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek loudly. "No problem kid. Be good." He smiled and put his sunglasses back on. On last smile and he roared off toward the road. Maranda smiled happily and couldn't wait to tell her friends the good news. Still smiling she walked up to a group of about four girls and several guys; they all looked at her expectantly. "Hey peeps." She greeted the group, walking to stand within the circle of friends. "Hey Randy." was coursed all around. "Okay girl, spill who was the hot guy on the Harley?" Cici asked, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "He's my sisters soon to be ex. I couldn't stand Sara any longer so he invited me to stay with him." Maranda explained, not bothering to fill them in on who he really was. They didn't need to know that Mark was the Undertaker, she had taken pains to hide it from them for several years now, and if they eventually found out then that was fine but they had to do it on their own. "You're living with him?" Lisa asked, looked at her like she had lost her mind. "Yep. And good news, slumber party at the house tomorrow, Mark has been kind enough to agree." She told them excitedly "Really?!" "Great!" "What time?!" The questions flew at her and she waited until they had calmed down a little before she answered. "Yes really, tomorrow after school." She answered. "Cool I'll bring the beer." One of the guys piped up and Maranda spun to look at him. "No you won't. You're not invited Alex, sorry. It's a girl's night in and Mark made it very clear no alcohol." She informed him, rolling her eyes. The only one in the group that she didn't like was Alex. He was way to sure of himself, thought that no girl could resist him, plus he looked at her in a way that made her cringe. She turned back to the girls and smiled. "Tomorrow, my house. Here's the address." She told them the address just as the first bell rang for homeroom. They all scurried off in different directions, all that is except Alex who was looking at Maranda's quickly retreating back. He knew all he needed to know, he had the address and the time he would crash their little party and show them what a real man was like. He smiled cruelly and walked off, whistling a tune to himself.
The next morning Maranda showered, dressed in the jeans that she had been wearing and the tee-shirt that Mark had giving her the night before, tucking it into the waist band of her jeans and debating weather or not to get a pair of scissors ahold of the sleeves. Deciding that it was way to much work, she ran a brush through her thick hair and bounced down stairs, happier now that she had ever been. "Morning." Mark mumbled as she walked into the kitchen, not looking up from his paper and coffee. "Wow. Not really a morning person are you?" She asked, pouring herself a glass of orange juice. He grunted in response and she sat down beside him. "Aren't you going to eat something before school?" He asked, looking up. "I never eat breakfast; it makes me feel groggy all morning. I eat a good lunch though." She took a sip of her juice and looked at the clock. "Ack! I gotta get to school." She jumped from her chair and rinsed out her glass. Mark stood and pulled on a leather jacket, grabbed a bandana and put it over his now short hair. "Let's roll." He finally smiled and she shook her head. Her arrival was going to cause quite stir. Because she would bet dollars to pesos that they were going to take the bike. Just as she suspected Mark opened the garage and rolled a custom Harley out into the driveway. He swung one long leg over it and motioned for her to get on behind him. Doing the same as he had done she barely had the chance to wrap her arms around his waist before he roared off down the long driveway.
It took less thank fifteen minutes for them to reach the school, and as they pulled to a stop at the curve Maranda grimaced at the looks they were both getting. "I have to leave for New York later today so you will have the house to yourself the next few days." Mark told her, taking off his sunglasses and turning to look at her. "Mark?" Miranda asked, unsure if she wanted to go any further. "Yeah?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you mind if I have a few friends over for a slumber party. Sara never let me, said she didn't' like the sound of five childish girls in her house." She wouldn't look him in the eye until she felt him start to shake with laughter. Her eyes flew up to look at him. "What's so funny?" She demanded, glaring hotly at him. "I never thought that I would have a gaggle of teenage girls at my house. But to answer your question, yes you can have a slumber party. Just don't tear the house apart. No boys and no fermented beverages" He calmed a bit and was reduced to shaking his head. "Thank you so much!" She impulsively jumped from the bike and threw her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek loudly. "No problem kid. Be good." He smiled and put his sunglasses back on. On last smile and he roared off toward the road. Maranda smiled happily and couldn't wait to tell her friends the good news. Still smiling she walked up to a group of about four girls and several guys; they all looked at her expectantly. "Hey peeps." She greeted the group, walking to stand within the circle of friends. "Hey Randy." was coursed all around. "Okay girl, spill who was the hot guy on the Harley?" Cici asked, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "He's my sisters soon to be ex. I couldn't stand Sara any longer so he invited me to stay with him." Maranda explained, not bothering to fill them in on who he really was. They didn't need to know that Mark was the Undertaker, she had taken pains to hide it from them for several years now, and if they eventually found out then that was fine but they had to do it on their own. "You're living with him?" Lisa asked, looked at her like she had lost her mind. "Yep. And good news, slumber party at the house tomorrow, Mark has been kind enough to agree." She told them excitedly "Really?!" "Great!" "What time?!" The questions flew at her and she waited until they had calmed down a little before she answered. "Yes really, tomorrow after school." She answered. "Cool I'll bring the beer." One of the guys piped up and Maranda spun to look at him. "No you won't. You're not invited Alex, sorry. It's a girl's night in and Mark made it very clear no alcohol." She informed him, rolling her eyes. The only one in the group that she didn't like was Alex. He was way to sure of himself, thought that no girl could resist him, plus he looked at her in a way that made her cringe. She turned back to the girls and smiled. "Tomorrow, my house. Here's the address." She told them the address just as the first bell rang for homeroom. They all scurried off in different directions, all that is except Alex who was looking at Maranda's quickly retreating back. He knew all he needed to know, he had the address and the time he would crash their little party and show them what a real man was like. He smiled cruelly and walked off, whistling a tune to himself.
