It's Different

Chapter Eighteen

"Bitch who's clothes are you wearing?" Sara exclaimed as I walked through the door.

"At least let me settle down before you interrogate me," I laughed.

"So I'm guessing your afternoon with Alaric was successful," Hazel winked. I burst out into laughter.

"Okay get your minds out of the gutter, nothing happened."

"Your clothes tell a different story," Hazel said.

"Is this your walk of shame?" Sara asked.

"If it was her walk of shame wouldn't she have to be wearing the same clothes?" Hazel asked Sara.

"You right, you right." Sara agreed.

"Hello I'm right here," I said to them and they directed their attention back to me.

"So?" Sara asked.

"Nothing happened, we made cookies," I said.

"Is cookies code for sex?" Sara asked Hazel.

"It could be, you know the young kids and their lingo nowadays," Hazel answered.

"You people are idiots," I said.

"That still didn't answer the question." Sara stared at me expecting a reply to her question.

"We made cookies," I said as I went into the kitchen "We made out...."

"And?" Hazel asked. "Stop the suspense."

"Then we had a play fight,  I had a bath and I came home." I grinned. Both Sara and Hazel groaned.

"So you're trying to tell me that you got naked and took a bath by yourself? In that sexy boys house?How lame." Sara laughed.

"So what's the deal with the two of you? Is it official yet?" Hazel inquired.

"We haven't really spoken about it as yet, but no rush." I said. I think Alaric and I were moving towards being in a relationship. But Asha's words of being honest with him before it went further kept lingering in my mind. I found it very hard to have to expose myself like that to him. So far, he wasn't a very judgmental person, even when my photo was leaked, he didn't look at me any differently. However there was some part of me that had a feeling all that support would change if he knew the full story. Was that a risk that I was willing to take? I wasn't sure.

"Rushing into it wouldn't benefit you, take it from me." Sara said as she held up her pocket mirror to put on some lipstick.

"Wait," I said as I finally studied her. She was wearing a black, high waisted ,ripped Jean pant that stopped at the ankle, a white tank top paired with a black leather jacket, complimented with yellow stilettos and accessories. "Where are you off to looking so FINE," I admired.

"Well, if you must know," She blushed. " I have a date."

"Did you know about this?" I asked Hazel.

"Nah she been keeping it a secret." Hazel answered.

"So who's the lucky girl?" I pried.

"I don't want to tell you guys about it and then it turns out to be nothing, this is only the second date. Anyways I'm leaving. Bye loves." She exited the house hastily, avoiding anymore of my questions. Hazel and I watched each other and laughed.

"You're the only one missing to start dating," I said as I took a seat beside Hazel on the couch.

"Yeahhh, I guess so." She said sarcastically.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" I asked. I could sense her body language had changed.

"Why would you think that?"