The Baker Boys

Chapter 9

 A couple of days later, Loretta and I were arguing on how to go about the ball. She was extremely excited and wanted to go all out. She tried booking appointments for our hair, nails, and makeup, but she eventually canceled when I argued that I could just do it for us.

The ball was starting in about five hours, and I'm walking around aimlessly as I eat my delicious peanut butter sandwich.

"That's disgusting, put some jelly on it," Lor complains as she walks past me.

I roll my eyes. My family has always had a problem with how I make my sandwiches. I don't like jelly on them and they disagree. Wimps.

"No thanks, jelly is disgusting," I scrunch up my face and fake gag. She flips me off and I continue walking.

As I walk all I can think about is what I want to do with my hair. Coming up short, I tug my phone from my waistband and open Pinterest. All of my best ideas start from there. I saw dozens of different styles: half-up half-down, curled, straight, up in a bun, ponytails, braids, etc. So many to choose from. I finally find one I like and picture it on myself. I smile deviously at how amazing it will look.

I finish my sandwich and head to Loretta's room. I knock and enter cautiously. You never know what Lo's doing. I gape at the state of her room. It was trashed. There were piles of clothes and shoes thrown everywhere, and I couldn't even locate Lo in this mess.

"Lo? You in here somewhere?" I look around and spot her in the closest throwing more clothes out of the way. I move clothes off her bed and take a seat. She mumbles in here and I chuckled, "Did a tornado hit this place, and I was just unaware of it?"

"What? No, why would you think that?" She shrugs and scuffles to her dresser, opening drawers, and of course, throwing more clothes around.

"Uh, take a look around Lor. What are you even doing?" I lean back on her bed and continue to watch her.

She shrugs again looking around, " I don't see the problem," She turns back to her 'task', "Anyway, I'm trying to find clothes obviously. I need to look perfect tonight,"

I sigh and make a disgusted face at the mess. I feel a thud against my head and jeans slide down to my lap. I throw them off as the metal part of the belt hit's me straight in the forehead. I grumble and rub the area.

"Loretta!" I yell, exasperated, "What on earth are you doing that for-" I'm cut short as a shirt hits my face. More come after and I'm quick to rush out of there and into the safety of my room.

For the time being, I decide to read and get lost in another world.

~

The sound of my test tone alerts me of a text and pulled away from the adventure of two boys on their last day. I snatch my phone from my side table and unlock it.

Baker Boy: Hey darling

Whitney: Hello?

Barker Boy: I just wanted to talk to you

Whitney: I'm kind of busy, Will

Barker Boy: I doubt that

Whitney: What's that supposed to mean?

Barker Boy: It doesn't mean anything, darling

Whitney: Right, so what'd you need? I need to get going

Barker Boy: Are you going to the ball?

Whitney: What's it to you?

Barker Boy: Don't answer my question with a question