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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"McScott? What, have you not heard of a hair dryer? Or did you try cooking with that?" I heard the all too familar voice echo behind me. Just like that, any portion of a good mood I had from Evelyn was gone.

"What do you want Jenavieve?" I tried demanding, but my voice faltered. She laughed humorlessly and passed me, her shoulder bumping me out of the way. Frustration was coursing through my veins, but I was stuck there, glaring at her helplessly. My eyes followed her as she made way in front of a mirror and admired herself.

"Just who do you think you are?!" Evelyn screamed at her. Jenavieve frowned in distaste and shook her head.

Taking her long, manicured fingers, she pushed Evelyn's face away from her like it was rotten food. "Um, ew. Spitting and yelling in my face is totally unattractive. Ha, what should've I expected from you?" she rolled the words off her tongue effortlessly while we both stood unmoving. Suddenly, her icy blue eyes flickered over and landed on me. She smiled almost evily and shook her head. "What are we going to do about you sweetheart? You just can't seem to grasp the fact that wet hair and pimply faces are not cute," she said sweetly in a mock voice. "I have an... egg-facial mask you could borrow," she murmurred will a smile crept up on her face. She wrapped her finger around her silky black curls and stared at me. She was intimidating that I could've broken down crying right there. I knew what was coming next. She reached in her bag for that "egg-facial" she was going smash in my face. So why I didn't run, I don't know. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the worst.

"Hi Alex-poo! Of course I'll meet you downstairs!" I heard her voice squeal. My eyelids fluttered open in surprise and I saw Jenavieve on her phone. Quickly, she rushed out of the bathroom, completely forgetting about me. I sighed in relief and sunk down to the ground. Alex-poo? My fists clenched defensively. That was my Alex-poo. I decided right there that I would get him back.