Clarisse POV

I should've dressed myself better… in general. I had put on speedily was a scarlet colored loose T-shirt, loose for sure. Under a turtleneck coffee colored sweater. With blue jeans and a pair of used sneakers. I didn't think about dressing myself up, never for myself and never for Chris or Silena. But damn! Such girl Gretchen, Chris called her was darn pretty.

The first impression I had from her, was that she was one of the Beverly Hills Betties. Starting from her feet, her fingers were each of them, every single one of the nails were carefully polished with pink, glimmering nail polish. And her small, elegant feet were incased in black, velvet made Scarpin shoes. Her vaguely paled legs were carefully placed in a transparent pantyhose, and were carefully shaved and without a pelt. She was in a mini-skirt all emblazoned with bright pink and gray, with the tip all made of ruffles. With a strapless white blouse underneath a crimson coatee with buttons made from sparkles. And to complete the outfit, she was wearing cloves, with the completion of white Rabbit Fur. A simple necklace with a big, shinny brilliant hanging on the center chest and a bracelet to match.

"CHRIS!" She called loudly and ran into his arms, ignoring my presence at his side. He picked her up and swirled her around. After, he put her on the floor and she gave him a longing kiss on the cheek.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat in a very leaky way.

"Sorry." Chris whispered at my ear, "Gretchen this is Clarisse, she is my…"

"GIRLFRIEND." I spoke very loud and clear. I glared at Gretchen's face, she was beautiful. She had big bright green eyes, outlined with reddish, crimson eyeliner. And coarse, long eyelashes stretched out with black mascara, she blinked them at every five seconds. She had pale skin under the entire blush and a thick foundation that she had sucked on her face. Her eyebrows were neatly done and red as fire. Gretchen had red hair, the color of the flame in the fire, that fell down the half of her back in miniature, elegant bunches.

She coughed, "Oh. You." She sneered at me.

"Clarisse meet Gretchen, Gretchen meet Clarisse." Chris closed both his eyes as if we were going to start fighting or something.

"So, I guess I'll have to find a date for me to your mom's wedding." She laughed charmingly at Chris, throwing her red back and placing her hands at her hips, "Unless…"

"No."

"Clarisse, I can speak for myself." He touched my shoulder; I shook him off and gave him a slap on the head.

"Oh my god!" Gretchen said.

Then, a lady shot out of the bathroom. She had dark chocolate colored, slightly wavy hair up to her breasts. And was in a black, long sleeved dress and navy blue heeled boots. She had on a bit of makeup and pump lips covered in red lipstick.

"Oh, mi hijo. ¿Qué hizo esta chica loca en su cabeza? No se preocupe, Le daré una buena zurra." She spoke in Spanish, She was Ms. Rodriguez, i could tell. She was beautiful in a sweet way. No flashy makeup or clothes, letting her natural beauty appear.

"¡Mamá! No se deje engañar, esta chica es mi novia, Clarisse." Chris spoke Spanish blabbing like a crazy.

"Si Ella es su novia, porque me tuvo que abofetear de esa manera?"Ms. Rodriguez sounded confused, a bit crazy looking.

"Estoy acostumbrado a..."

"Boy! Mi bebé, ¿cómo estás? Es tan alta, tan hermosa! Esta tan encantador, Dios mío, ¿cómo estás?, ¿Vale? Mira hijo, esta es tu novia? ¿Seguro que no quieres ir con tu material en mi boda? no quiero que usted sea golpeado en el centro del altar! " She spoke really fast, spitting and blabbering all the words out, and Gretchen smiling at me like if hse knew what were they talking about.

"Mae! Clarisse es mi novia ya tres o cuatro años. Me gusta mucho, yo no voy con mi primo cuando tienes a alguien como La Rue Clarisse que ir a un fensa de la boda!" I felt sarcasm in Chris's voice.

"No eres rival para mí, no tienes nada. No hay belleza y el estilo no ha cambiado. Para mí, y pronto Chris, se le polvo!" Gretchen sneered at me in Spanish.

"Lo siento, pero no hablan el idioma de los idiotas! " Chris tried to teach me once, and that was the only thing i learned to say, it means: "I'm sorry, but i don't speak the language of the idiots!"

"Clarisse, usted está bien ... grande, ¿no crees?" Ms. Rodriguez got my hand.

"Mom, she is not big. And she only speaks English." Chris got my hand, i pulled it away.

"No. Don't touch me." I glared at him sternly.

"Clarisse, no. Don't..."

I was fuming, who was this stupid girl to hug my boyfriend like this.

"I'll be waiting on the car... The stupid driver must be waiting, right?"

"Chica." Ms. Rodriguez called.

"Clarisse, your luggage?" Chris said trying to hug me.

"You can take care of it."

"Chica, que no es manera de hablar con mi hijo, Chris no lo es?" Ms. Rodriguez told me.

"I speak to your baby the way i want." I said and stormed to the car, almost letting my tears fall.