Empress

Chapter One

"Ahhh!" I scream, as my curling iron brushes against my neck. I rummage through my dresser and find an icyhot. "Sweet Mama, I didn't know I still had these!" I shout trying to conceal the pain. My neck seems to let out a sigh, as my hand with icyhot collides with my skin. Of course, normal people would've though there was something wrong with me for overreacting over an iron burn, but you assumed correctly. There is something wrong with me.
Never had a single clue what it was though. All I know is I have a constant fever, hot sensations, and aching chest all the time. I've had this "condition", since my mother passed away. Doctors theorize I inherited this "condition" from my mother, because she had the exact same symptoms.
It felt as if something inside of me was clawing viciously inside me all the time, but no one could possibly figure it out. "Empress!"'I hear a voice call. There was a loud banging from my door "Empress!" The voice yelled louder. I knew that the person at the door was my best friend, Beverly, telling me to hurry up. "In a minute!" I respond carefully curling the last strand of my red, firey hair. Then I forcefully pull on a grand dress and grab my clutch bag. My feet bury themselves into my low high heels comfortably, before scurrying to open my door.
"What took you so long, Empress?" Beverly questions, twirling a blond strand of her hair.
"Sorry, you knows my hair is high maintenance!" I apologize, shutting my bedroom door behind me.
"Whatev." Beverly says.
We both hop in her new, shiny car. Beverly presses the gas pedal, and she speeds off the road. "Slow down, Beverly! Learn to drive!" I panic, looking out the window for any cop cars.
"Try getting a car, smart one." She laughs, pushing the pedal harder.
I tremble in fear.
We finally arrive at "Party! Party! Party!" The popular teen club. I stare at her in disbelief. "You said we we're going to a-" Beverly cuts me off, before another word came out of my mouth. "Oh C'mon, Empress! Who would want to go the Writer's Convention anyway?" Beverly laughs.
"Me! I would wanna go! I yell angrily "And do you see what I'm wearing? This isn't exactly 'club wear'!".
"This will be fun!" She insist stepping out of the car. Her heal click obnoxiously on the pavement.
"Easy for you to say." I mumble under my breath.
"What was that?" Beverly ask turning her head.
"Nothing." I quickly respond.
We both show our ID's showing that we were old enough to enter, and Beverly struts in the club. I follow glumly behind her. Beverly pulls down her tight dress and starts to dance like an animal. I just sit in a corner watching teens act like wild cavemen. Beverly casually starts hopping towards me. "Hey Empress, you see that hottie over there." She says pointing to the bartender "I think you'd like him.
"No way!" I lie. The bartender was actually pretty hot. Beverly's Bestfriend-o-meter burned through me with her eyes.
"Oh please, he's just like you! He likes books, writing, and oh...red heads!" She widened eyes at 'red heads', knowing I couldn't resist.
"Are you um, sure?" I ask, staring at him.
"Oh yeah. I'm pretty sure. Go get em' kitten!" She exclaims, slapping my back.
"Isn't it...tiger?" I ask.
"Well ya, but your a newbie. I'm gonna go dance with Wesley. I'll be watching!" She giggles, dancing away as an exit.
I combed my fingers through my hair and stood up. Then I sit back down. What was I even doing? Then I stand back up, and I strut like Beverly to the bar.
This was my moment. The moment where I, Empress Magretwood, will talk to another human life form other than Beverly. As I was about to sit down, my mind made a plan on how to do this. The bartender looks up at me and ask "Now, what will I be gettin' you today?". I do a quick hair flip (flirtatious tip I learned from Beverly), and say "What about a beer?". I quickly regret what I had just said. A beer? What was I thinking? I'm not even 21. "Non-alcoholic." I quickly add smiling. "Comin' right up!" He exclaims with a smile. I quickly turn around to see, if Beverly was watching. Sure enough she was. She had a big smile and mouthed "Doin' Good!". She twirled her hair around saying "Twirl strand of your hair!". I turned back around in my stool and start twirling my hair. He turns back around handing me a bottle of non-alcoholic beer. "Nice hair." He complements, while staring into my gray-blue eyes. "Oh, Thank you." I say taking a sip of the bottle.
"You don't look like a beer drinker, you look like more of a wine drinker." He says leaning on the bar.
"Oh, I was told I was going to a Writer's Convention." I complain.
"You should know Writer's Convention is in the Summer. Not the Spring." He laughs lightly.
"You like to write?" I ask getting excited.
"Like to-No I love to!". He exclaims " Do you?".
"All I ever do is write!" I say. Oh my Gosh we are perfect for each other! Squeak! Beverly was still looking at me giving me a thumbs up. The next thing I know, when I turn around Jay's lips touched mine.
His hands went through my hair, and I held is face dearly. I climbed over the bar, and he pressed his lips harder to mine. Then he ask "Are you okay, Miss? You look quite distracted.". I felt so embarrassed. My cheeks turned a bright red
Like an ignited fire. I had been day dreaming about him and I. "Oh, I'm fine." I insist.
"May I ask of your name?" He ask.
"Ya, my name is Empress." I say.
"Beautiful name. My name is Jay." He says back "He rips out a sheet of paper and starts jotting something down.
He hands me the piece of appear and politely says "Call me sometime.".