Chapter 6

Three hours later, Maureen's older brother Peyton was dropping Antonia off in front of the Davis mansion. "You sure you'll be able to get home by yourself?" he asked her. "What if my sister's plan doesn't work?"

Maureen turned around from the passenger seat to make sure that Antonia was still looking as good as she was earlier. "Oh calm down Peyton." she dismissed her brother. "My plans have a 75 success rate."

"And the other 25 go down in a flaming blaze of death." he muttered under his breath.

Antonia looked alarmed at that. "Flaming death?" she whispered.

"Don't mind him." Maureen advised. "He's old and bitter. You just concentrate on fixing things up with Roger and scooping one of Scarsdale's most eligible teens for yourself."

Ant took a deep breath and nodded. "Thanks you guys." she said and climbed out of the car. Maureen smiled and motioned for her to go up to the door. She told Peyton to drive and when the car was around the corner Antonia mustered her courage and knocked on the door.

Several seconds later it was opened by a little boy who looked just like Roger. "Good evening." he said politely.

Ant smiled at him. "Good evening, I was wondering if Roger Davis was here." she responded.

The boy nodded. "He sure is. Would you like to come in?" Antonia nodded and the little boy moved aside so that she could come in. "I'm Randolph, Roger's little brother." he added.

"I'm Antonia, Roger's friend from school. It's nice to meet you Randolph." she shook his hand.

"Roger's in his room. Come on I'll show you." Randolph led her up a huge staircase and past nearly a dozen rooms. Finally they stopped in front of the closed door of the last room on the hall. "This is Roger's room." his brother said. Then he skipped off.

Antonia knocked on the door but received no answer. There was however a crescendo of angry guitar chords that made her smile. She waited until the music had subsided and then knocked again.

"I'm not hungry Danielle." Roger called out and opened his door with no shirt on. "I told Mom that al-" he stopped talking when he saw who was at the door. "Antonia? What are you doing here? How did you know I lived here? Who let you in?" he asked.

She smiled at him. "I came to see you. Mark and Maureen told me. Your brother Randolph." she answered. "Now I have a question. Are you going to let me in or do I have to stand in the hallway all night?"

"Um, come in?" Roger said uncertainly and let her into his room. She looked around and smiled again. His room looked nothing like the rest of the house. There were posters of The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, and the Ramones on the walls; a guitar amp was in the corner; plus the normal bedroom furniture. Roger gestured to a chair and Antonia sat down while he plopped on the bed. "So you came here to see me?"

"I did." Ant replied. "Mark and Maureen let a few things slip while we were walking to Mark's house this afternoon and I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"A few things like what?" Roger asked, narrowing his brilliant green eyes.

"Well that you're filthy rich for one." Antonia answered. "And can I say that that seems like an understatement compared to all this?" Roger rolled his eyes and she continued. "And Mark kind of told me that you liked me."

"And now I have to kill my best friend." Roger said darkly. "So you came here to do what, tell me that you and Michael are getting together and that I need to get over you?"

"For God's sake, there is nothing going on with me and Michael. I came here to tell you that I like you too Roger, for all you're a brooding melodrama king." Antonia answered.

"Really?" Roger asked surprised. "You like me?"

"What's not to like? You're cute and funny, we have wonderful conversations about music and did I mention you were cute?"

Roger grinned. "So what should we do about this? You like me, and I like you."

"Maybe we should get together." Ant suggested. "It would be interesting." she got up and went to sit on the bed beside him. "Might even be fun."

"That's true." Roger replied. Then he leaned over and kissed her.

She sighed happily and kissed him back. When they pulled apart she bit her lip. "Um Rog? Maybe this would be a good time to put a shirt on."

He looked down at his chest and blushed. "You're right." he said with a grin. There was a pile of dirty clothes on the floor beside the bed and Roger pulled a tank top off the top.

Antonia wrinkled her nose. "You sure don't act like a millionaire's son." she remarked.

"That's because I hate being one." Roger responded. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get people to take me serious when they know who my family is? That's why I only hang out with Mark and Maureen." he smiled. "At least until you came along."

"Those girls who are always asking you out don't seem to have a problem taking you seriously." Ant said with a smirk.

"It's not me they're asking out though." Roger insisted. "It's all this." he gestured around at his room. Antonia raised an eyebrow. "Well more like all that out there." Roger corrected. "They never want me, they want the glamour of being on the arm of Scarsdale's more eligible teenager."

"Maureen said the same thing. Well she said that I should try to scoop up Scarsdale's most eligible teen. How am I doing so far?" Antonia asked.

"Not bad." Roger replied. He looked at the clock. "It's getting late though. If I don't get you home, Maureen will have a field day with spreading rumors about how I took your virtue or something." He stood up. "Come on, I'll get the car from our driver Andrew."

They walked down the stairs and into the sitting room where Roger's mother was writing a letter and his little brother was playing a video game. "Do you know where Andrew is Angela? I need the car."

"Are you going driving Rog?" Randolph wanted to know. "I want to come."

"Why do you need the car honey?" Angela Davis asked her oldest son. "Isn't it a little late for you to be going out?"

Roger rolled his eyes. "I have to take Antonia home. Ant this is Angela, Angela this is my girlfriend Antonia."

Roger's mother's eyes lit up when she heard the word girlfriend. "Oh it's so nice to meet you dear. I'm Angela Davis, Roger's mother. Where did you two kids meet?"

"Um, we go to the same school." Antonia said.

"And now we need to go." Roger interjected. "I'll be home as soon as I drop her off."

"Oh no rush honey." Angela said. "Have fun with your girlfriend."

"Whatever." Roger grunted. He led Ant outside to the garage. "So what do you want to ride in?" he asked her.

Antonia looked confused until Roger flipped on the light and a row of cars was illuminated. "Wow that's a nice blue Mustang." she said. "How about that?"

"You got it Ant." Roger responded. He found the keys and they got in and headed to Maureen's neighborhood. As he turned up the street and into Antonia's driveway they saw Maureen come skipping out of her house.

"So did you two have a good time?" she asked as she walked up to the window.

"Yes, if you must know." Roger said.

"There's no thanks necessary." Maureen replied. "I was happy to get the two of you together. Oh and Mark said please don't hurt him tomorrow."

"I'll think about it." Roger told her. Then he turned to Antonia. "See you tomorrow." he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She hopped out of the car and went into her house.

Maureen smirked. "I am so good." she said. Her father yelled at her to come in just then and she rolled her eyes. "See you later Rog." she said with a sigh. "The tyrant is calling."

"Hey I'll pick everyone up tomorrow for school, okay? Call Mark and tell him."

"Ooh we're riding in one of the nice Davis cars?" Maureen asked. "Excellent."

"Maureen Sabrina Johnson! Get in this house!" Mr. Johnson yelled out the door.

"Until tomorrow then Rich Boy." Maureen wiggled her fingers at Roger. "I'm coming Dad, God!" she shouted back and headed into the house.