Chapter Seven- Rory's POV
By Becky
I walk into my apartment building and climb the three flights of stairs. My feet squish against my Adidas sandals.
When I come to my floor, Mike's apartment door is open. I hear a sound like papers being shuffled and footsteps padding throughout the apartment, then a whispering voice that sounds oddly like my sister's. I wince then shake it off.
I enter my own apartment and the smell of ravioli fills the air. I walk into the kitchen after I drop my swim bag in the living room. A bowl of untouched ravioli sits on the table across from where Skye is eating hers.
"Mom had to go to work. I'm going to the club to celebrate the first night of Spring Break. Want to tag along?" Skye asks me, looking up from her dinner.
"I don't know. Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Who said I was being nice? My friends are at a concert and I didn't feel like going, but I don't want to go out alone."
"Uh, sure... okay. Uncle Marshall said hi, by the way."
"Alright. Thanks," Skye says, then gets up and goes to her room. I take a bite of my ravioli. As I eat, I think about what to wear tonight.
After I finish, I go to my room as well. Whenever I go to the club, I feel like I should be someone else. Rory Hawke, the top GPA, student of the month, teacher loved senior would not go out and party like this. No, I have to be someone completely different.
I get out a bright green wig and pull my hair up to put it on. It goes to my shoulders. I find my contact case and put in dark purple contacts, then pull on a dark purple strapless mini dress. I put on a pair of bright green heels. I look in the mirror. I match my room.
I put on some makeup then grab my purse. My sister is in the kitchen waiting. She is wearing shiny black pants and a black fishnet top over a black spaghetti strap top. She'd cut her electric blue waist length wig all the way up to her chin.
"Whoa, where'd you get the idea to wear that?"
"Um... nowhere," she answers.
"Uh, ok," I answer back. I walk out the door and my sister follows.
"I'm driving," I tell her.
"Yeah, right," she replies. She hops into her car and I get in on the other side. My sister starts the car and we speed off.
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I walk around the club looking for my twin. She's probably picking up guys or something. Some retards suddenly laugh behind me, and I realize they're laughing at my green hair.
I shoot them a glare that would kill, and they stop laughing abruptly. I head into the bathroom anyway and take off the wig, wondering why my sister could get away with this kind of thing.
I feel so defensive. I look in the mirror. My curly brown hair falls below my shoulders. I fix my dress a little then go back out into the club. I continue my search for Skye.
"Where the hell is she?" I ask myself, maybe a little too loudly.
"Where the hell is who?" a guy suddenly asks over the blare of the music. I turn around and find myself facing an incredibly cute teenager. He has light brown hair and sea green eyes.
"My sister... she's wearing all black and has bright blue hair," I tell him.
"She sounds different."
"Actually, I feel like I'm the 'different' one in the family. She's the prom queen type. She's a cheerleader and preppy... just like my mom."
"Oh really, and she has blue hair?" he asks.
"No, she's wearing a wig," I practically scream over the techno beats.
"Oh... well, my name's Andrew."
"Rory."
Suddenly, a drunken man yells into my ear from behind. "Hey, Baby. Dance with me."
"No thank you," I answer, trying not to be too harsh.
"Just one dance," he says and grabs my wrist. He starts pulling me.
"She said no, Man," Andrew told him.
"Well I didn't. Come on, pretty girl," he pulls at me harder.
Out of nowhere, Andrew swings a punch at him. He falls, knocked out. I guess Andrew expected me to be thrilled by his gallantry, but I'm not. In fact, I'm angry that he felt I couldn't take care of myself. And that's exactly what I tell him.
"I was helping you," he protests.
"I didn't ask for your help," I yell at him. Then I spot Skye talking to a young woman with brown hair. I go over to her and Andrew follows. I ignore him and pull Skye out of the club. Andrew looks disappointed.
"What was that about?" Skye questions just before we reach her car. She unlocks the door and I hop into the passenger's seat and explain the story to her on the way home.
"Did you ask for his number?"
"Nooo," I answered slowly as we reached the building. It was so typical for my twin to ask something like that.
We walk into the lobby. Mike's there with a girl. There are suitcases sitting next to them. The girl turns around to see who'd come in and I feel a jolt. It's the same person Skye had been talking to at the club.
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A/N: Congratulate us, we strayed away from the weird phone ending. Lol. Okay, school is *finally* out. So expect a big flow of chapters soon. (We've written up to twenty two. Lol) Review!
