Straight Up Hustler (REDOING)

Chapter Six

"Why does Facebook even give me the option to like my own status? Of course I like my status. I'm fucking hilarious. And sexy." -Rian Dawson

Chapter Six: You Hate Children?

I put the last dozen of cookies in the oven and glanced at the time. It was four, that leaves me a whole hour to do nothing. I groaned and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on my flat iron. I happened to catch my reflection in the mirror and sighed. I had flour all over my shirt and my pants had some stray cookie dough on them. I made my way to my room and shifted through my closet. I pulled out a pair of light grey acid wash jeans and a black shirt that had lace sleeves. 

I mindlessly put on my favorite necklace and a topaz and silver bracelet my aunt had given me when I was a teenager. The timer went off in the kitchen and I quickly headed that way to get the cookies out of the oven. 

"Whoa, I didn't know you owned anything besides t-shirts." Luna exclaimed laughing.

"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere with Rian?" I asked, smiling.

"I was, but I delayed when I heard you were making cookies. I love cookies." Luna said, sighing dramatically.

She leaned back against the oven and I shoved her while grabbing an oven mitt. I quickly grabbed the cookies out and put them on a cooling rack, retiring the hot cookies pan onto the stove top. I grabbed some that were already cooled and ate them happily. 

Luna frowned at me.

"You're already going on a date and getting food, you don't need to be eating cookies." Luna said, raising an eyebrow.

I sighed and finished the cookie I was on.

"Besides, you already have to go jogging." Luna said smiling.

"Well not everyone can have a crazy fast metabolism!" I whined.

"Hey, I had to work hard to be as lazy as I am now." Luna said pouting.

"That's kind of an oxymoron." I replied laughing.

"True. Now go finish getting ready. It's like 4:27." Luna said, pointing in the direction of the hallway where the bathroom was.

I sighed and slowly walked down the hallway and put half my hair on top of my head. I focused on straightening the hair the was underneath my hair. My hair was thick. I quickly did the underside before trying to straighten to top part.

It didn't want to cooperate. I turned the heat up on my straightener and applied some leave in conditioner to help keep my hair in place.

I started again and watched my hair turn straighter. Good grief, this is taking too long. I finished and went in search of some shoes. I settled for my usual pair of converse, this time choosing my moron ones. 

I put on some grey eyeliner and mascara before adding a light blush. A little better than normal, I thought shrugging on my black leather jacket.

It was now 4:55. and Jack should be here any minute. I never understood those girls that need like five hours to get ready for a date. I also don't understand the girls that wear heels and dresses on a date, unless you're walking the red carpet why does it matter? 

A car horn pulled me out of my thoughts, I waved bye to Luna before grabbing my phone and wallet and heading out the door.

I don't like using a purse, they make me uncomfortable and I always forget them. C'mon I forget my own birthday all the time, it's great. 

I got into the passenger side and smiled at Jack before shutting the door.

"Hey." I greeted, strapping on my seat belt.