"Well I don't care what you think, in fact I don't care what any one thinks." I said while looking for my favorite pair of jeans. No they weren't any of the ones they bought me but hey c'mon it was the weekend and no one would be seeing me in them right? I pulled the jean, dull, green pants out of the back and found my black spaghetti strap.
"Well you obviously care what the team and our groupies think since you wouldn't even tell the simple truth, am I right? And you are not wearing that are you?"
My head snapped over to him from my bra drawer while my brow furrowed and my eyes turned to steel.
"I do not care about any of that, and I am wearing that, it's not like we're at school or anything."
My head went back to searching for my red bra and matching under wear. Yes I like to match them, it's always been a habit since I was little. I turned back to him once more.
"I'm taking a shower then I'm going to go over to Tom's house like I normally do when it's a Saturday."
"And what about me, Do you just leave guests all alone in your house or am I just that special?"
"No, first you're not a guest and second I don't care what you do but you best be out of my house by the time I'm out of my shower."
I turned around and glared while walking into my bathroom and slamming that door shut. The hot water that sprinkled over me was really relaxing after such a chaotic morning, it really just made you want to love the world I guess you could say. And the strawberry and crème' shampoo & conditioner combo did wonders with it's aroma.
I rinsed the suds out of my hair and felt them slip down my body draining into the drain in a swirl of white foam. Letting my face be hit by the pounding water, I ran my hands over my hair and slicked it back with a sigh letting the water spirt from the amount of air coming from my lips. My mind drifted to last night reviewing every little event that happened.
Why had Kai come over? He had said he wanted to make sure I was "ok", but that didn't sound like something a typical Kai would do, so it only made me wonder. And here's another pounding question that I still can't answer, why do I get that feeling of nervousness in the pit of my stomach every time I'm with him like I did with Bryce? Bryce.
I closed my eyes letting swarms of memories take over my mind.
"Hey Miya, you're moves are improving. You'll be ready for the tournament next week, I'm sure of it and with us as partners and everyone else partnered the way they are there's no doubt in my mind that we won't win!" A teenage boy with dark black hair came up putting his hand on a young girl's shoulder, her hair brushing over the top of his hand.
He was only a coupled inches taller then her, and his baggy black pants and tight black shirt on made every muscle show up on him. His icy blue eyes made chills go up your spine when ever you looked into them.
"Real-ly, wow I never really thought I was getting that good. So you're really excited to be my ummm...partner?" the girl asked with a blush tinted on her high cheek bones and spreading across her nose. She looked up at him awaiting his answer, he looked down and smiled at her.
"Yeah of course I am,..."
The girl gave a big grin, then ran off towards the lockers. Upon entering she heard the clattering of a locker.
"Hey, guess what! Bryce is really starting to pay attention to me!" the girl squealed to the other one whose head came out of the locker, her red hair tied back in a braid with few strands framing her face. She smiled a warm smile and winked.
"Told you, he's totally hooked! I'm happy for you Miy, really I am ."
"Good cause' I don't know what I'd do with out your approval!"
"I know what'd you'd do, you'd be having to do that school project all alone with out my help!" Both girls bursted into fits of laughter and began on there way out.
"Oh wait, I got to put my stuff in my locker and get my jacket and stuff so I can wash them, other wise dad will have a cow. I'll meet you out there near the coffee shop, ok?"
The red head nodded her head with approval of the plan knowing that the other was right.
After a few minuets she closed her locker, but then an ear piercing scream came from outside. She sprinted out the door not caring about her stuff she had dropped on the way. She stopped eyes widening at the sight before her virgin eyes. So much blood, so much sorrow and all from one small pre-teenager. Then those eyes, those icy blue eyes of the killer that was in the car, he had a ski mask on but none the less those icy blue eyes still stood out.
My eyes snapped open as I gasped in horror remembering every detail of the horrorific sight, a chill of ice went down my spine as I fel up against the tiled wall behind me allowing the vase full of sea shells to shatter among the floor with shells and glass mixed together.
A knock came from the other side of the door.
"Are you alright I heard a crash? Miya, don't lie about it if you're hurt." His stern voice made me jump a bit. Trying to hide my choppy voice I swallowed a few times that felt like I was trying to swallow a whole roll that wouldn't go down.
"I'm-, I'm fine I just knocked over a vase when I got soap in my eyes. Besides aren't you supposed to be out of here?" I asked trying to cover more of the chopped up voice that I had to call mine.
"And have Tom kill me for leaving you alone after hearing all this, I don't think so , I already have enough people giving me bull crap."
I heard his footsteps go back into my room and no matter what his excuse was for staying I was glad. I hated that memory and no matter how much I hated to admit it I didn't want to be alone after replaying it in my head. I don't even know what triggered it.
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