PLEASE READTHIS!!
K, guys, I'm going to be away for a month in Florida/Virginia so I'm making this chapter longer because I'm not going to be able to update.
I swear I'll get to the Sky High bit, just give it time.
Love to my reviewers.
Chappeh 4:
Rose put down her book when the computer had loaded and checked her email. There was a message from the administrators of the school…Sky High. Rose laughed to herself.
"God, Sky High? Where do they get this shit?"
There were several pictures of the campus and inside the school. Her stomach growled with hunger then so she risked going into the kitchen. To her disappointment her father was sitting at the kitchen table ignoring the remains of the vase she shattered earlier.
"Clean that up Rosalyn," Said her father without looking up, "the broom's in the closet."
She ignored the broom comment and telepathically gathered the mess of glass into the air then into the open garbage can.
"What do we have to eat?" asked Rose.
"There's some left over Chinese in the fridge."
She pulled out the carton of cold food and took it to her room.
"NO EATING IN YOUR ROOM ROSE!" her father called, but she ignored him and slammed the door shut.
After she finished her dinner, she emerged from her room. The phone rang and her father answered it.
"Rosalyn, it's for you."
She rolled her eyes and snatched the phone out if his hand a little more intensely than intended.
"Hello?" Rose said sharply, she had half expected it to be Clara."Rose, its EVIL. Can you come here and collect a credit card to go shopping?"
Rose was speechless for a minute.
"What? I am not going shopping."
"Rose, its imperative to the plan that you receive a new wardrobe."
"Fine, I'll be over in a minute." She slammed the off button to the phone and clenched her teeth. The plastic casing on the phone began to crack.
"Easy, Rose." She mentally soothed herself.
This time as she stormed out the door, she didn't even bother to tell her Father where she was going. There was no point.
When she arrived at the library a few streets down, the cute guy at the front desk greeted her.
"Hello again." He said with a laugh.
Rose glared at him and he backed off.
"Whoa, bad day much?"
"You have no idea." She growled through clenched teeth.
"I would love to find out about it."
Rose had to laugh at his pathetic, (but very cute), attempt at flirting.
"And I would love," she said imitating the way he had emphasized it earlier, "To stay and chat, but I have people waiting for me."
And with that she walked off into the back library meeting room, in a slightly better mood. Not that she would admit that to anyone.
She decided as she stepped in the room, that she would call Mr. Front Desk later. He seemed very fun.
"About time you got here." A man said.
"Yea, yea, sorry, I was busy flirting with the desk guy out there."
He gave her a reproachful look.
She shot him an innocent one, "What, he was cute!"
The man face-palmed and turned back to the table. There were only a few members there, not the whole group. He picked up a package.
"In here is your credit card and wardrobe list. You will be required to follow these guidelines, as what to buy. There is a list of stores in which you will find these clothes. Are you ready, Rose?"
"Yep." She said simply.
"Well, get going."
"How am I going to get there? I can't drive and there's no way in hell my Daddy's taking me." Rose frowned.
"We will arrange transportation for you. You will be picked up at 6 tonight."
"So what do I do with the 2 hours before hand?"
"Find something to do! Be a normal teenager!" He cried exasperatedly.
"In case you haven't noticed…I'm not normal." She walked out of the back room, slamming the door behind her.
The front desk guy looked up.
"Easy on the doors princess."
Rose swallowed a bitchy remark and smiled instead.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" asked Rose.
He looked startled by her sudden change in attitude. When she smiled at him, he accidentally dropped his pen to the ground and in efforts to pick it up, knocked the lamp over, scattering a stack of papers everywhere.
Rose laughed hysterically at the poor guy.
"You still wanna do something?" he asked with a lopsided grin on his face.
"Meet me at the mall at six?" she glanced downward to hide her grin as he scrambled to pick up the papers.
"Sure, where?" he asked, still looking slightly frazzled.
"At the main entrance. See you there." Then she scribbled down her cell number on one of the papers he had picked up and walked out the door.
Rose was still grinning when she got home. She jumped in the shower and actually took time to do her hair when she got out. She fried her hair with her straightener until she was sure that was the straightest it could go. Her hair shone under her bedroom lights as she carefully applied makeup.
Rose's naturally dark hair fell over one eye (oh my God emo!) and hung to a little longer than her shoulders.
She pulled on a pair of tight jeans and a CBGB shirt. Her Vans waited outside by the door. She was ready to go.
Unfortunately all she could do now was wait. Her computer was still on so she signed on to her AIM account. Her friend Matt from her old school was on. She hadn't talked to him in forever. And by forever she meant last week.
Sociopath(ic): hey bby.
Super Mattt: hey girly
Sociopath(ic): How are you doll?
Super Mattt: summer school not fun
Sociopath(ic): I told you to pay attention to Mrs. Ryder!
Super Mattt: I'm supposed to take advice from you?
Super Mattt: It's still a mystery how you passed.
Sociopath(ic): What, why?
Super Mattt: you were totally smashed the day before the history exam
Sociopath(ic): so were you!
Super Mattt: Yea that's why im in summer school.
Sociopath(ic): Obby. I still love you.
Super Mattt: you wanna prove that love to me –wink-
Sociopath(ic): any other time skankshit, but I've got a date tonight.
Super Mattt: well i want all the raunchy details when you get back.
Sociopath(ic): the guy's from the library I don't think there'll be any sex.
Super Mattt: awe, you got me so excited
Sociopath(ic): bite me, you hoe.
Super Mattt: you know i'd love to
Sociopath(ic): peace out babe my ride's here.
Super Mattt: sex or not i want details!!!
Super Mattt: you hear me girly?
Sociopath(ic): bye Matty.
She signed out before Matt could complain anymore. Sure enough, there was another knock on the door.
"I've got it!" she called to her Father.
She flung open the door, to find herself face to face with someone who looked like a CIA agent. She smiled weakly.
"You my ride?"
He nodded coldly in response.
Rose pulled on her Vans stuffed the credit card and lists into her purse and dashed out the door into the elevator, where she waited for Mr. CIA to catch up.
During the drive she caught snatches of her driver mumbling to himself.
"Stupid…waste of time…chauffeuring teenagers…paid me more…"
She hastily thanked the driver as she hopped out, he sped away before she barely closed the door. She saw the desk guy, Dan, waiting for her.
(A/N forgot to mention, Rose and Dan know each other because she always comes into the library for these meetings, she didn't just randomly see him and ask him out. Yea…)
"Hey!" she said waving.
"There you are, I was waiting." He looked relieved.
"Sorry, my…brother was being an asshole and wouldn't drive me."
Dan laughed, and held the door open for her.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
Rose froze, she hadn't looked at the lists, how weird would that be taking them out in front of him.
"Uh, well, I have to pee like a bitch, so bathrooms?" she said lamely.
He laughed again, and she noted what a cute laugh he had.
Inside the bathrooms, she tore the lists out of her purse. It mainly consisted of Hot Topic-like stores and a list of Gothy, emo-like clothing.
She was so shocked that she actually said "FUCK!" out loud in the bathroom. Several people stared.
She returned to where Dan was standing, looking at a map. She pretended to look at it too.
"How about Hot Topic?" said Rose.
He nodded and they walked upstairs, hand in hand, to Rose's embarrassment. She was nearly deafened by the metal music screaming inside the store.
She darted around quickly while Dan browsed through the band tee shirts. Gathering some of the stuff that she thought was remotely cute, and some that wasn't, she heaped it on the counter and handed the guy her credit card.
He gave her a sexy grin and Rose smiled back, "Dan sweetheart, come here will you?"
The guy over the counter shut up and focused only on her clothes.
Dan and Rose stopped in several similar stores, Rose hastily picking out what she needed and then cashing out as quickly as she could.
Finally she finished her extravagant shopping spree and Dan and her sat down in the food court, Rose surrounded by 5 or 6 bags.
She glanced at her watch, "Holy shit, its almost 8!"
Dan smiled at her, "are you always this speedy when you shop?"
"No, my…mother says I have to get a new wardrobe by tomorrow, and I nerve got around to it till now."
"Oh." Said Dan simply.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, "tonight, has been totally awesome."
"Yea, I didn't tell you earlier but you look fabulous."
"Awe, thanks." She grabbed his hand.
Dan turned his head and leaned in to kiss her.
(Everyone: no Rose don't do it!)
Their lips met and Rose forgot about all her worries. They drew apart from their passionate kiss when a mall guard came over and cleared his throat loudly. Rose gave him a death glare and had to concentrate hard not to make her eyes go red. It tended to freak normal people out.
"Yes?" asked Rose.
"You guys are violating a couple rules there with your little PDA."
Both Dan and Rose stared blankly at him.
"Public display of affection." He elaborated.
"Sorry sir, won't happen again…" she snarled.
Rose picked up her bags and left the food court with Dan trailing behind. They were outside and Rose saw her 'brother' waiting to pick her up.
She kissed him once more but he didn't let go when she pulled away, he pressed her body to his and tried to deepen the kiss. Then he pulled away, due to Rose's protesting.
"Your house or mine?" he gasped lustfully.
"You fucking CREEP!" she yelled. "You're horrible! I can't believe I trusted you!"
Then she threw her bags in the trunk clambered into the backseat and slammed the door shut. Her eyes were glowing red by now and then driver looked a little scared.
"You OK kiddo?" he asked quietly.
"Do I look OK?" she growled.
He was silent for the rest of the ride. She felt a few tears leak out of her eyes. She finally trusted someone. Rose didn't trust a lot of people because this is what generally happens. By the time they had reached her house her eyes had bled back to blue but the tears were coming more freely now.
Stashing the bags in her room, she went straight to the computer. Matty was still on just like he promised. Rose heaved a great sigh of relief.
Sociopath(ic): hi Matty.
Super Mattt: hey girly. How'd it go?
Sociopath(ic):Terrible
Super Mattt: why
Sociopath(ic): at the end he's like your house or mine?
Super Mattt: what an asshole!
Sociopath(ic): Matty I'm so upset right now.
Super Mattt: baby, you wanna come over?
Sociopath(ic): Your parents hate me
Super Mattt: they're not home
Super Mattt: we can get smashed and you can forget about this creep
Sociopath(ic): its not a good idea
Super Mattt: that's what you always say
Sociopath(ic): I know.
Super Mattt: come over, please?
Sociopath(ic): Aiight
Super Mattt: sweet. See you in a little.
Rose opened one of the many shopping bags and pulled out an outfit. She grabbed a Marilyn Manson shirt and a pair of bondage pants.
She liked the Manson shirt, hated the pants. Not bothering to fix her mascara she dashed for the door. Her father was sitting in the living room watching TV.
"Where the hell d'you think you're going in that?" he asked.
"Matt's."
Then she left and didn't stop until she threw open the front door of Matt's house. Matt was upstairs in his room. The computer was on but he was lying on his bed.
Rose went and jumped on him.
"Argh!" he yelled as her body made contact with his. "Jesus, Rosey!"
"Hi Matty!" she said cheerfully(ish). She hugged him the best she could on the bed.
"Hey, I hope you don't mind but I invited some else over to chill with. He's kick ass."
"Who?" she still hadn't let go of Matt.
"This guy I met at a party couple weeks ago, his name's Warren."
Rose sat up abruptly. This was going to be good.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth the doorbell rang.
"That would be him." Matt jumped off the bed and turned to look at Rose. "What the hell are you wearing?"
Then he walked downstairs to get the door.
I know its such a lame way of meeting but you are going to have to get over it.
You wanted Warren, I give you Warren.
Well, I'm going to be gone for a while so be good and review.
I risked my neck for this chapter, seeing as we're leaving tomorrow and my mother is crazed.
You're welcome.