Nothing to See Here!
I turned off the shower, grabbed the lavender towel folded neatly on the toilet, and stepped out of the shower. The mirror was fogged up from the burning heat of the shower and I wiped away the film with the back of my hand and looked at my face.People often tell me I am the spitting image of my dad, in which, I don’t know what to say to that because he’s a guy and I’m a girl. But, I just smile and say “thanks.” However, I don’t really see the resemblance. Sure, we both had almond shaped “doe” eyes but that doesn’t mean we look the same.
My face is considered “heart-shaped” with round freckled rosy cheeks and smallish forehead paired with pink lips. I thought I looked like a girl but that’s just my opinion. Someone told me that I and my dad would be the same if I just chopped off my long golden-brown hair. But my hair is my best feature, it always looking silky and straight (most of the time) and hell would “freeze over” before I cut my hair.
Shrugging at my reflection, I washed my face and brushed my teeth for the third time today and creaked open the bathroom door. There was ample shouting downstairs with the doorbell going off but the hallway to my room was clear and so I made a dash to my room before any college boys could get a view of me in my towel. Something, that makes me wish an asteroid would crash into the house and turn me into ashes.I was mid-dash when the unspeakable happened, a lean boy appeared at the foot of the stairs and stopped mid-step, taking in my appearance.
“Hi, nothing to see here!” I shouted, running into my room and slamming the door and locking it. I could still feel his brown eyes scanning me and I shivered. Laughter sounded and I heard a shout,
“Jerry didn’t know you had a girl here!”
“I don’t!” my brother replied.
“Well, I just saw a fine lookin female dash across your hallway and into a room!” he said and I blushed.
“That would be my sister, you dimwit!” my brother shouted.
“Oh, really. So she’s available then? She’s hot!” the boy asked and I heard a loud slap.
“Don’t call her “hot”, she is not a temperature. And she’s not available!” my brother snarled.
My heart melted at that, I mean, I never realized my brother was so protective. It was actually cute. Maybe he’s not a complete *******, good to know. The boy muttered something and I heard their steps recede. I let out a breath, I didn’t realize I was holding and dried myself off and dressed quickly into the dress.It still didn’t quite fit in the **** area but as I said, there was really no other choices. Luckily, I had the black cardigan and I quickly buttoned in all the way up. Sure, it looked ridiculous but who the hell was I impressing? Certainly not the lax team.
I checked the time on my Barbie alarm clock, the hands placed on the eight. Perfect, I told myself. I would dry my hair so it doesn’t look like a wet mop, apply a little makeup so I don’t look dead and work on my homework, all before Becca, Sara and Dereck show up.
That’s when my phone rang and I had to search through my purse for it.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Hey, Lia!” Sara screamed and winced, pulling the phone away from my ear.
“Hi, what’s up?” I greeted, hitting the speaker button and continued to draw the eyeliner on my eyelid.
“Do you mind if we come in like twenty-minutes instead. I heard there is already a ton of people there. Plus, we haven’t eaten yet.” She asked, her voice still coming strong through the phone. I frowned but couldn’t find it in myself to deny my friend. Despite my mountain of homework.
“Sure, why not,” I answered.
“Awesome! You’re the best!” she screeched and hung up.
So much for having time to do homework.
I finished my makeup and decided to head downstairs and take the food out (if my brother and his friends hadn’t) and read some of the book Everything Everything, a reread since the movie was coming out soon. Barely a few pages in though, the doorbell rings.
“Can you get that Lia?” my brother slurred, already drunk at 9:00 pm. Not a good sign. Doggie earing page I slide off the couch and skipped through the short blue hallway. My brother and some of his friends were already shouting at the top of their lungs, blasting that over- repeated Chainsmokers’s song Closer. I reached our red front door right when the doorbell sounds again.
“Wow, their patience amazes me,” I muttered and I threw back the door. Immediately, the blood rushed to my cheeks and I stepped out of the way.
“Took you long enough,” a tall tan boy with cropped curly brown hair said and shoving past.
“Sorry,” I mumbled but not looking up.
I was just hoping that the one person who was still talking to a girl outside didn’t notice. But they were taking their sweet time coming in. The girl, flipping her long straight brown hair and batting her eyes, the boy, who I didn’t want to see me, chuckled. The girl said something but walked in the door, without saying a word, her silver heels clicking behind her. Then the boy stepped in and I hid in the shadow of the door. But, he noticed.
I sighed and looked up into his sky-blue eyes and gave a small smile.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, running a hand through his jet black hair.
“I live here,” I replied.
He raised a bushy eyebrow and said: “Oh, your Jeremy’s little sister?”
“Yes,” I stuttered, looking down at the floor, cheeks inflamed.
“Oh, didn’t know that,” he answered and walked through the door.
I let out a sigh of relief when he passed me and watched his towering broad frame gracefully walk down our hallway.