"Katie go to your room," hissed my mother through closed teeth. I knew what she was referring to; I wasn't leaving her alone. I kept making excuses to disturb her conference. They were good excuses though, that wasn't the problem. The problem was she was tired of it.
"But I need to get my phone charger, I left it in there!" I whined. That was the truth, and even if it wasn't, it was believable. I was quite a forgetful child. My mother rolled her light green eyes and sighed.
"If you're not upstairs in two seconds with the door locked," she began, "than I am grounding you for the rest of the summer." She said it calmly but I could tell she was seconds from cracking.
"Fine," I said in a huff. I stormed up to my room without taking another look at my mom. Dramatically, I slammed the door shut in the hopes for her to hear it. I locked the door within seconds. The truth was, I actually wanted to go to my room. Getting ignored by everyone - including Preston - was getting tiring. Instead, I wanted to get made up for when it was time for him to go; that's when I would have my best shot in seducing him.
I was never a fan of makeup; it was irritating. Without a doubt and in almost every circumstance it would leave your face dry, itching and/or red. Sitting in the rounded white chair in my room, I stared at myself longingly in the mirror. There were so many things about my face I wanted to change. I was pretty, but not pretty enough.
That got me thinking again, not matter how "pretty" I looked, I still needed a reason to go down stairs. I suppose it was summer. Was that enough of a reason? No. Maybe I could catch them on their way out. Yeah, that would suffice. I started getting dressed, or should I say: I started getting undressed. Skimming through my wardrobe, I started picking and pulling at the skimpiest swimsuit I could fine. Finally, I found it. I held it up to my eye-level. A grin of satisfaction spread across my pink lips. Quickly, I stripped out of my clothes and pulled the suit over my head.
It was pink and polka-dotted. The bottoms looked more like an eye patch, and were a poor excuse for pants. The top was a halter style and gave off the impression my chest was a size FF. Throwing my long sandy brown hair into a pony-tail, I rotated a few times in the mirror making sure I could pass as a Victoria's Secret model. The last step of the process was almost completed. I needed a motive to go outside other than the obvious. Picking up my out of date "Brick-Berry" I called a friend.
She answered within seconds.
"Scar?" I squealed with joy before she even had a chance to breathe a single sound.
"What do you want?" she moaned. My guess was she had wisely slept in today.
"Come to Venice beach now!" I said in a hurried whisper.
"What, why?" Making sure I kept my voice to a low, I explained everything to her. Well, almost everything. I wasn't going to give her the full run down or else she might not come. She still seemed unsure. In fact, she seemed more unsteady about the situation than she did before. "Kate, you're crazy."
"Crazy in love," I retorted harshly. She could still tell I was joking, so I doubt she would've been offended by my harsh tone.
"You don't even know him! All you know is that he's some hot guy! Seriously this is like Danny all over again!"
"Oh please, Danny was an immature dick, Preston is a mature man!" I emphasized man to see her reaction. I waited a few seconds.
"Preston Matthews?" she said, exasperated. I thought for a minute. In my peripheral hearing, I heard my mom wrapping up the confrence.
"Yes, what's your point?"
"Kate, he's the biggest player in Hollywood! You know, you're so obsessed with those magazine's, you should be telling me everything that's wrong with him! He's got a thing for going for girls and dropping them, he's been called out for drug use, wreckless driving. He's bad news."
"Ugh! I don't have time for this, just get over here now!"
I hung up the phone, but thought to myself for a minute. Was she right? Was I making a bad choice? Whatever, if I didn't end up with him, I'd waste my time dwelling on the fact that I didn't make a move.
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Curiosity Killed the Cat (Sex, Love and Curiosity Series) *ON HOLD*
Humor"I was curious, there wasn't a way around it." Kate (or Katie) Janson was too much. Way too much. She takes a liking to twenty-eight year old film writer Preston Matthews. He seems perfect for her; everything she could want. But there's a catch... K...
