Just Another Love Story (Rewritten)
Chapter Two
Authors note: Thanks to the few who have reviewed. I appreciate it a lot. I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. I've been pretty busy lately. This chapter is kind of lame...just wanted to begin Rachel's changes. Well, here it is...
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Blaise
By six that afternoon we had arrived at Draco's American estate. The Malfoys basically have accommodations all over the world, the one here being the smallest. But even so, the house itself (excluding the massive outdoor pool, eight-car garage, and 5-acre land surrounding) was a mansion, fit enough for royalty. No surprise in that.
Instead of Ray and I having to rent apartments or stay in the school's boarding house, Draco's mother had oh so willingly offered us to stay here. So that meant we had the whole house to ourselves with no parents, no rules, and definitely no annoying little sister pulling your hair all the time trying to get you to play tea-party with her. The freedom I get here was probably the only reason why I bother continue with school in the first place.
At the moment we were hanging out in the game room, taking a good break after all the unpacking we had done.
"So, you guys think we're gonna be in the same classes this year?" Ray asked, slightly distracted by the TV screen as she played 'Need for Speed Underground' on her Playstation2.
"I doubt it. I'm pretty sure Ms. McGonagall personally made sure we aren't in the same math group," I answered as I took a shot in my heated pool game against Malfoy.
"Yeah, especially after all those times she caught you two cheating off me in quizzes and shit," Draco added. He aimed for the eighth ball and scored.
"Hey, it's not my fault you're such a smart ass," Ray said. "Who would've guessed the Blonde Pimp actually takes education seriously?"
"Education is what I need for my planned future." Draco shrugged.
"Seriously, I thought you'd turn out a porn star or something," I said, smirking.
As a reply, Draco gave me a rude hand gesture.
"Oh well, I'm gonna go get some snackage from Dunkin' Donuts. Ray, you wanna tag?" I asked. It's quite a shame Draco's cook, Pierre, doesn't know anything about junk food. If only he'd stop with the posh, I might actually get something decent to eat one of these days.
She didn't answer. Her eyes were practically glued to the screen.
"I'm coming. I wanna go make my presence noticed in town," Draco said. "We're using the silver convertible, so Zabini, that means no eating the donuts in the car. There'd be hell to pay if I find icing on the seats."
With that, he walked out and headed for the garage.
"Yo Ray, what you want me to get you?"
Rachel mumbled something, sort of trance-like, her thumbs rapidly pushing buttons on the controller.
"Riiight...well, see ya."
Rachel
The guys had been gone for only three minutes when I heard the ringing of Draco's mobile. Apparently he had forgotten to bring it along. I was tempted to ignore it until I was on the verge of sanity. The stupid thing was screwing my head.
With eyes still trained on the TV, I began walking backwards, one hand groping for the phone. I quickly checked the phone screen and Pansy Parkinson's number showed up.
"Hey Draco darling, I couldn't help notice your in town," cooed Pansy as soon as I accepted the call.
"Call back later, he's not home," I replied.
There was a few seconds of silence.
"Whoever the bloody hell you are biyatch, you better keep off my Draco bun!" Draco bun? Honestly.
"It's Ray," I said flatly.
"Huh, who?"
"Ray."
"Could you say that again? My reception isn't that good here."
"It's Rachel you bloody idiot!" I hissed. Is she as deaf as she is stupid?
Realization dawned on her. "Oooh, Rachel. Thought you were one of those groupie girls who just can't keep off my baby Dray."
"Er, don't you have a boyfriend?"
"So?"
"Shouldn't you be paying more attention to him instead of Draco?"
"Who bloody cares? Anyway, exclusive pool party at my place tomorrow, seven-thirty mornin'. Anybody who's anybody will be there. Is Blaise with you guys?"
"Yeah."
"Great. Can you three make it? Well, if you can't, at least try persuading Draco for me. Yeah well, gotta go." She hung up.
Thank God! I had just put down the phone when it rang again. This time it was from Reese Morgan.
"Yo D, my rents are away for the weekend. Crash my crib tomorrow at twelve. Aight, gotta bounce." That college jerk didn't even wait for me to reply!
Unsurprisingly, it rang again.
"I'm home alone tonight," the voice was going for seduction. "And I'm thinking you want someone to please you..."
"Damn it, he's not home!" I shouted, hanging up immediately.
Draco
I did specifically tell Zabini not to eat in my car right? Yet, somehow he managed to sneak a bite and now I have chocolate smudges on my dashboard and a window. For God's sake, chocolate! Me being me, jammed the brakes in the middle of the road, pushed him out, and left him to walk the rest of the way home. I'd expect he'd be home by two-thirty in the morning. Good for him.
"So, anything happen while I was gone?" I asked Ray, slipping into the couch beside her. She had finally switched from video games to TV. Apparently Spongebob Squarepants was on (she's watched all the series so far).
"You made a pretty good job on getting yourself noticed. Your bloody phone drove me crazy," she said icily.
"You could've turned it off, ya know," I replied flatly.
"I did – after you received fifty-seven different messages."
"So where is it?"
"I tossed it in the pool." She said it as if it were normal for any sane person.
"You seriously need to take anger management."
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "Where's Blaise?"
I shrugged. "He went for a walk."
"Till around what time?"
"I dunno...late, possibly."
"By the way, Pansy's throwing an exclusive party. She'd practically die if you went. You going?"
"I guess. Everybody expects me to be there."
"Well, if Blaise's tagging, then I get the house all to myself," Ray said, smiling broadly.
"You're not coming?"
"When have I ever?" She made a point. But this could be the best opportunity to get our little bet to take place.
"Go put on your most girly outfit," I ordered.
She looked taken aback – obvious by the expression on her face. "What?"
"Ray luv, you do want to win the bet, don't you?" I asked, matter-of-factly.
"Well, no duh! But –"
"Partying happens to be what chicks do. So, unless you start to accept changes, you owe Zabini and me a whole lot of cash." I felt so proud of myself. There was no way in hell she'd argue with that.
She began mumbling things to herself. I made out the words 'screwed' and 'bastard' somewhere in one sentence. She then got up, stormed upstairs to get changed and returned within the next fifteen minutes.
Rachel
I swear, when all this is over, I am going to kill Draco. I would have backed out of the bet if only I had the money. Pathetic, aren't I? So I guess I have no choice. It was either take the challenge, or spend the rest of my teen life handing over my pocket money to them. I made my decision.
I rummaged through my closet, picking out garments, then throwing them back. I was definitely not the tidy type. What exactly was considered girly? I grabbed a big t-shirt with a small flower hidden in the background. Was that enough to satisfy Draco? Oh, what the hell. I quickly slipped into it and poked around to find the skirt my mother had slipped into my luggage earlier that day.
A short while later, I went back downstairs with a really big, pissed-off frown plastered to my face.
It only took a second for Draco to react. His jaw dropped so low, I thought he'd never get it back up again.
"What the hell is – take that hideous thing off! For God's sake Ray!"
"What? I thought you said girly outfit!" I objected.
"Yeah I did, and it's not what you're wearing."
I ground my teeth in frustration. "Well this is the best I can do. I'm changing back now."
I was about to head back up the stairs when Draco stopped me.
"Wait! I have an idea." He picked up the cordless phone that sat on the table before us, dialed a number and waited for the person on the other line to pick up.
"Who the hell are you calling?"
"Jacqueline," he answered, referring to the best clothes designer around.
"It's one in the morning, Draco! She's probably sleeping. That's what normal people do at this time."
He ignored me. Apparently Jacqueline had picked up the phone. "Jackie, this is an emergency. Ray needs a closet make-over in the next hour." He paused, waiting the reply. "Her size? Hang on a minute." He dug the phone into his shoulder as he took a second to check my body figure out.
"Extra large," I put in. "No wait, make that XXL."
Draco turned back to the phone. "Right Jackie, bring in small – on the other hand, bring in anything extra small too. How long? Five minutes? Yeah okay, see you later then." He hung up. I whacked the back of his head hard with a throw cushion.
"Hmmm...nah, it doesn't seem to curve the body well," Draco told Jackie as I tried the forty-eighth outfit which consisted of a sleeveless black shirt and a matching miniskirt that showed more than enough of my thighs. For God's sake, I felt like a hooker!
"It's too small and tight," I said.
"You said that for all the others," Jackie replied, clearly annoyed. If it weren't for Malfoy's wealth, she wouldn't even be bothered to have come in the first place. Money was what persuaded her to do it, just like how money locked me up in a cage and forced me to carry on with the bet.
"She doesn't know what she's talking about," Draco told her as he picked out a tiny shirt from the racks Jackie had brought in. She had practically been accompanied by a dozen trucks.
Just then, Blaise entered. I sighed with relief. "Where the hell have you been?" I demanded. "Back me up on this one," I pleaded.
He seemed worn-out. His hair was highly messy and the soles of his sneakers looked as if he had worn them for a very long time, which would be untrue because he had only bought them a week ago. His whole shirt was drenched in sweat and he had a freezing cold coke at hand.
He took in a deep breathe and a gulp before he answered. "It looks okay."
Damn it! "I said back me up!"
"Well then, it looks horribly disgusting and disfiguring," he corrected.
"That doesn't count," Draco interrupted, still busy with rummaging. "Try this on." He threw me a shirt that could barely cover my belly. I held it in between two fingers, holding it away with repulsion.
"It looks wrong," I argued.
Blaise
I really need a bath, I thought as I entered the game room, taking a big whiff at my armpit.
The first thing I saw was some girl, probably one of Draco's play toys. Jeez, couldn't they get a different room already? Brandishing my coke, I was about to shoo them away – that was until I got a good look at her face.
OH MY GOD! Coke shot up my nose. I was about to say something, but she spoke first.
"Where the hell have you been? Back me up on this one," Ray said. I was choking on my words, but somehow I managed to play it cool.
"It looks okay."
"I said back me up!" she cried out.
"Well then, it looks horribly disgusting and disfiguring."
Malfoy muttered some crap and I decided to leave before I did something stupid. Heading into the toilet, I filled the tub with warm water, dipped in and slowly dozed off. My mind revolved around nothing else aside from the fact that Rachel had devilicious boobs and a bootay. Shit! What the hell am I thinking?
