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Chapter 7: No!


A look of great feeling of nervousnessattacked her stomach, since she was preparing to tell her friend unwanted news."Friend Rachel, I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it?" Rachel questioned, shaking the sleepiness out of her eyes. It had been two weeks since her first awakening, but her head was still slightly fuzzy. There was a frown on her redheaded friend's face, which could never be considered a good thing when Kori was involved.

Slowly, Kori ran her fingers through her crimson hair. Other signs of nervousness excluded her usually cheerful behavior. Little twitches danced across her hand, and excessive blinking registered across her face. "The professors have excused you from school for another month; however, the doctors have insisted that you stay away from the school dormitory's for awhile."

"What? Where the hell am I supposed to go, then?"

Another nervous twitch graced her lips. The thumbs upon Kori's hand began to intertwine with her other fingers, as she talked. "Garfield Logan has volunteered to let you take residence at his house, until you're feeling well again."

Rage filled Rachel's eyes, and all exhaustion drained away from her body. The glare she wore, could drag the nearest viewer down to Hades. "No, I will not stay with that stuck-up prick! I can't even see him at work without feeling the need to strangle somebody!"

Kori whined, "I really think that Mr. Logan is not so bad. He is quite humorous, and he seems to adore you."

"No, I refuse to!" She huffed, everything seemed to be spinning. 'I thought those dizzy spells were supposed to be gone.'

"The doctors have commanded it!"

She had never seen Kori like this. The redheaded girl was without her happy and naïve demeanor. "The doctors can shove it up their………."

Immediately, Kori interrupted,"Friend Rachel, it is for the best! Please do not argue anymore or I will have to use extreme measures!"

"Extreme measures? What kind of extreme measures?"

"Well, the doctors said that if you should protest; then I was permitted to drag you kicking and screaming to Garfield's house."

"Look, I'm a adult!" Rachel hollered, her hair seemed to dance around her head like lavender fire. "The doctors are not allowed to assign where I live! I would rather stay at a hostile, then with the immature idiot!"

Kori sighed, "I'm afraid that dragging you, kicking and screaming is the only option."


Two Day's Later…..

"I can't believe you actually did it." She scowled, as Gar wheeled her up a ramp into his house. It was the biggest house she had ever seen, but Rachel and her mother had lived in the poor side of town most of their lives. The house was gifted with several swimming pools, large statues, exquisite painting, and a lobby so big that a entire house could fit into it.

A slightly cherry blush was painted across Kori's cheeks, when Rachel said this. No dragging, kicking or screaming had actually been involved; however, Kori had ignored all of her protest's and whimpers. "I did givethe warning, did I not."

"Come on, Rae-Rae. I'm sure, you'll like it."

Everything around her was amazing, which increased her loathing of Mr. Logan. Why should everyone else have to live in misery, while he dove into his pool-like bathtub? "Don't ever call me that again!"

Garfield smirked, "Alright, Ms. Roth! What do you wish to see first?"

"I really don't care."

Kori was also amazed by the size of the house. 'This house is so large, somebody could easily lose their way.' "I wish to see, friend Rachel's, dwelling."

"Okay, off to Rachel's room it is!"

Her lips formed a tight lipped scowl. "This room better not be pink, or I'm going to kill somebody; preferably you!"

"You should be nicer to me! I'm the one that saved your cute, little butt after you got shot!" Garfield laughed, secretly loving her angry persona.

A sickly feeling filled her stomach, as he pulled her up another quick-install ramp. "You saved me? I thought one of the Liberians called the cops when she saw the men grafting the walls!"

"She did, but who do you think ran outside to make sure you weren't shot a third time." Garfield asked, puffing out his chest proudly. " The doctor said that you would've died, if it wasn't for me!"

She muttered, "You must feel so proud." Secretly, she was quite taken aback. Nobody had bothered to mention this to her.

"Yep, I'm a hero!" they approached a door with cherry polish, and silver door hinges. It was obviously a very high class room. "Here we are!"

Smiling, he pulled open the door and wheeled her inside. "What do you think?"

"Oh, it is absolutely exquisite!" Kori smiled, rushing into the room.

Their were soft, wine red sheets lying on the mattress, which was of the highest quality. Their were several dressers made from the finest wood, the floor was also made from perfectly slotted tiles and the blanket was stuffed with one hundred percent goose feathers. She was extremely impressed by everything in the room; however, she would never tell Garfield that. "It's okay."

"Only, okay. I gave you the best room in the house, and it has the perfect view."

"It's just okay."

A smile praised his lips, "Alright, Rae-Rae."

She was grateful for his misconduct use of her name; for a little while their she forgot to show her maliciousness towards him. "My name is Rachel; either your memory is the worst thing I've ever seen, which wouldn't surprise me, or you really like to get me irate!"

Glancing from Rachel to Garfield, Kori realized that this was going to be the beginning of another dispute. Maybe having them live together wasn't a good idea. She silently prayed that, she wouldn't find her friends dead the next time she visited. "I'm sorry, but I must depart. My boyfriend, Robin, is expecting my presence."

"See ya."

"Goodbye."

Kori waved, "Do not harm each other, while I am gone!"

Garfield began to smirk at Rachel. She was once again fuming, and her cute little scowl played across her lips. He chuckled, "At least the room isn't pink."

"No, however your choice of reading material is quite distasteful." Rachel growled, pointing at the pornography magazine laying on the dresser.

A bright, red blush appeared on Gar's cheeks. That magazine hadn't been his; an old friend of the family had stayed in this room a couple of weeks before Rachel. The old, rickety man must've left it there. "It isn't mine! I swear it!"

"Of course. You have had so many women in this place, that you don't need any porno magazine's. I hate men, they're all the same."

He gently eased her onto the bed, and she carefully placed her back onto the bedding. The cool material felt good against her aching gunshot wounds. Apart of her was surprised that they, let her out of the hospital so early. Even if they assigned a doctor to come over to the house and medicate her once a day. "Tell me, Rachel. Why do you hate men so much?"

"I have my reasons."

"Come on, Rae-Rae."

"Now I definitely won't tell you!"

Garfield whined, "Oh, man!"


Authors Note:

I tried to write a little bit differently this chapter. Do you like it better or worse than the way it was before?

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