Cinderella. And Her Twin Sister

Chapter 9

Savi

I huffed as I walked back upstairs. I didn't even need to bother trying to do twenty-five sit-ups to fit in that dress, seeing as I am lazy, and part of Ari's plan to ruin my life. I dialed Sam's number and found my secret stash of Nutella and started eating it with my finger. It took a few rings until she finally responded.

"Hey Sav," she said in a rushed tone. "Listen I can't talk right now."

"Please, I really need someone to talk to before I empty this jar of Nutella." I was seven licks too late, but I still needed some cheering up.

"Mademoiselle" said a voice on the line. Sam giggled. "Arrete."

My face srunched up. "Are you with Jean Pierre? And since when did you speak French? Badly, If I might dad."

"He's just teaching me French."

"The school doesn't even have language classes! Since when are you dating a French guy?"

"Racist much? I gotta go okay. I'll call you back."

I could tell that by the thick accent of Jean Pierre, she wasn't going to call me back anytime soon. I don't blame her though. That French accent is mesmerizing as much as I hated to admit it.

- (3 days later)

As I left from the chem lab,I made sure I didn't pass Tweedle Blonde and Tweedle Brunette. On Wednesdays, I make it a usual schedule to stay away from them at school while Ari skips and goes to Starbucks. I make a B-line to my locker and put in a very complicated combination I rarely remember. As I open it, there's a note on the cover of my math book.

It's Japanese night. Make something spicy.- Ari

I guess my combo couldn't get past twin telepathy. So instead of actually doing something that could forward my social life(its a social anxiety thing), I'm making spicy tuna rolls. I wonder if the client would mistake the wasabi for an edible mask like the girls did. I slam my locker door shut in frustration but forgot to take the math book back so my dramatic gesture just seems ridiculous now.

"Tough day huh? Want some gum?" Sam offered.

"Nah," I declined. "I'd rather make sushi for some singer and spend my life in that craphole but on the outside, it looks like a mansion." I said as I took a strip of cinnamon gum.

"What are you gonna do this time?"

"I'm gonna do what Cady did in Mean Girls," I said simply. "Add a special ingredient that give anorexics nightmares: Trans fat."

She looked at me with uncertainty. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Shouldn't you be making out with Jean Pierre in a closet right now?"

Sam sighed. "Sav, for the last time we were just getting to know each other."

"Well I hope he has fun getting to know each and every equator of your mouth."

"Well you can watch us when you sneak out and go to the dance."

"Remember the last time I snuck out to go to a party."

Sam laughed at the thought. "You barely made it out the window. We were caught immediately."

I pushed the thought away as I walked towards class.

"But we can make a plan. I'll ride the getaway car," Sam said as she caught up with me.

"You're fifteen and I only have a permit."

"Jean Pierre isn't."

"He's in the same grade as us."

"My hands found his license after I was trying to-"

"No thanks Sam. No thanks."

She groaned. "Come on. You need to live out this high school experience."

I sighed, knowing that I was going to regret this. "Fine."

Sam started squealing like a schoolgirl. Soon, everyone in the hallway started looking at us.

Ari

Weirdos.
"Anyways" I said, changing the subject after that Asian girls' freak out. "What color tie are you gonna wear? We need to color coordinate."

He smirked, and pulled me toward him. "What color underwear are you going to wear?"

"What happened to taking it slow?"

His body is now so close to mine, and nose right by my ear. "We've gone slow enough."

I pulled away. "Aren't you a virgin?"

"Who told you that?"

I shrugged. "Your good boy attitude, 'I think we should take it slow'" I said mimicking his voice. He seemed amused.

I raised an eyebrow. "Your church pants."

He looked down. "Not every guy wears skinny jeans you know. Regular jeans are very comfortable!"

I laughed as I headed to class. "If you say so" I hollered.

As I went into math, I got some glares from Savi. Geez, what crawled up her ass? Oh right...

I admit that it's pretty cruel of me to stop her from going to the dance, but she would have hated it anyway. Alcohol, guys, really dark closets. Yeah, all at a school dance. There are usually around one to three burnouts that spike the punch.

Trust me. I'm doing her a favor. It still doesn't help that she looks like she might kill the last piece of flesh and blood.