Cinderella. And Her Twin Sister

11. Wrong Face

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Ever since the awkward run in with Liam and I, he's somehow interested in me now. Instead of sitting with his friends or underneath my sister's lap, he's talking to Sam about the shows they watch the night before. At first it was fun getting a kick out of Ari signaling him to come over and him rejecting her, but now it's like having an annoying twelve-year-old brother. I can barely handle Ari.

"And then the Salvation Army posted this about the dress on Twitter," Sam said showing Liam the tweet. "Does the dress look black and blue here?" she says mocking him.

Liam took a deep breath, knowing that this might be a while until Sam realizes that the dress is black and blue. I chucked, knowing that Sam never gives up on her judgment. Even when Google says she's wrong. But final answer, that dress is ugly. "Ok, the dress in the tweet is yellow and gold, but the original is black and blue, trust me on this."

"Sam, the dress is black and blue. The reason that the Salvation Army tweeted that is because most women are secretive about abusive relationships and are beaten and leave marks. Black and blue marks. The reason the dress is white and gold is because people can't see the real truth." I exhaled. I usually don't talk in monologues like that.

After a long silence Liam whistled. "That was deep."

I shrugged. 

Liam cleared his throat. "So Savannah," he started using my full name. "I need help with one of the assignments."

Clearly, I'm oblivious when a guy asks me out so of course I didn't take the hint. "Which one?" I asked not looking up.

"Erm, the one Mr. Ledarski assigned."

"We don't have science together."

"But we do have chemistry" he said smirking. 

I looked up from the Common White Girl Twitter posts I was reading and glared at Liam. He sat across from me with his hair covering his left eye, but I can tell he's raising his eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

"Look Liam, I think you have he wrong face. I think the person you should be asking to help with 'homework'" I said using air quotes. "Is your girlfriend."

He still stared at me. I have to admit, it wasn't a bad sight, but Ari would kill me if she even found out what happened at the after party, let alone stare at him.

"I'm grounded" I said in defense.

After my trip to get 'shrimp', Camila grounded me and is apparently blaming me for the client not joining the label. As if, Camila barely knows what she's doing. She slept her way to the top and is getting her negotiating skills from Empire.

"We'll do it at your house." This guy seriously doesn't know how to give up.

I sighed in defeat. "Okay. But just to clarify, we're not doing anything but science."

"I'll see you after class." He smiled and left the table just in time for Sam to start squealing.

"Oh my God! He just asked you out."

I rolled my eyes, trying to hid my smile. "It's not a date. We're just doing homework."

She nodded in disbelief. "Not doing anything else?"

"No."

Ari

"Why is Liam talking to Savi and Sam?" Chloe asked me.

So that was her name. That's been annoying me for weeks.

I shrugged. "Probably asking for her homework or something."

"Can't he go to the brainiacs? On the other side of the cafeteria?" she continued.

I shot her a look that made her immediately shut her up. But it did get me thinking about what he was doing there.

My deep thoughts were interrupted by a kiss on the cheek from Liam.

"Hey babe," he chirped.

"What were you talking about with my sister and Sam? I blurted.

"What? No kiss? No hello? no death threats on my back?" he said nuzzling his head in my neck.

I giggled. "Hey, it was a simple 'kick me' sign. No harm done right?"

"Tell that to the Doc Marten footprint on my back."

"I said I was sorry'' Bev called out.

"You still didn't answer my question, you know." I said shoving him off me. I gave him props for changing the subject.

"Don't you trust me? Your sister is just helping me with me with homework."

"You promise?"

"Nothing's going on."

His voice was believable but the look on his face was downright guilty.