Two Wrongs Dont Make A Right

I Thought I Was Her Personal Maid ~ Part 2

When I woke , my head felt like someone was trying to crack it open with a screwdriver. I'd slept like a rabbit on a bed on nails. I hauled myself up and stared into the mirror. Black makeup was streaked all over my face , my hair looked lke a rat's nest and I could really give a shit. I rooted around for my phone and checked the time. 2 in the afternoon. Shit , shit, shit. I told my parents I would be back at 1.

I tore apart the room and found myself a hairbrush. After probably ripping out half of my white-blonde hair I wiped off my make-up. I didn't bother with make-up. I scrubbed my teeth in the bathroom then half-jogged , half fell down the stairs.

"Ryder! Get your lazy ass down here!" I screeched at the top of my lungs.

After I had popped 3 mints into my mouth Ryder's came stumbling down the stairs.

"What? I was having a very peaceful sleep I'll let you know." he grumbled.

"I told my parents I'd be back an hour ago." I snapped.

His face immediately paled. The run down of my parents?

The last time my mother freaked , called the cops. They found me walking home , majorly hung over. Almost got me , Ryder and Laurel arrested. I hadn't been allowed out of the house for an entire month. Let's say I'd really skipped school that month.

So , there was a reason Ryder was scared.

We were in his car after a minute and he roared out of the driveway , making the 5 minute drive to my house in 3. He parked in the driveway and we both sighed in relief. The lights were on in the living room , meaning my parents hadn't yet freaked. We honked to let them know I was here then Ryder turned and looked at me.

"Alec isn't no good for you." he stated.

"Lucky for me you're not my father."

"You kissed him."

"Was it really that obvious?" I fake gasped , placing my hand over my mouth.

"Blake , stop it. It was a stupid move. And you know it." he growled.

I kicked the door open , ready to leave when he snagged my arm.

"He didn't get that nickname for nothing. Be careful." Rydder warned. I gave him a slight smile.

"I'm a big girl. Now , go take care of Laurel." I said. I lightly brushed a strand of his brown hair off his forehead. "Thank you." he gave me a sad look then nodded. I closed the door and waved. He steered out of the driveway then down the street. I paused with my hand on the doorknob. My parents aren't like others. I shoved it open.

"I'm home!" I called to them.

I was on the second step when my mother's cool voice interrupted me.

"Blake , please come here."

Can't catch a break. I rubbed my temples then pasted a smile on my mouth. I was swung over to the living room and poked in my head.

"Yes Mom?" I asked politely.

She narrowed her eyes. She was the complete opposite of me. She was cold and up-tight , a university teacher , with black hair that was almost always in a tight bun , tall and willowy like me. She had warm brown eyes though , the one feature that didn't fit her personality.

My dad , sitting beside her was immersed in a book. I looked like a female him. He had white-blonde hair which looked strnage and my pale grey eyes. He was tall too. He had been a football star in high school and was now a gym teacher.

H

"Your teacher called today. She said you are going to fail if you don't pick up your grades soon." she replied in a 30 below tone.

I winced. Let's just say I really don't do well in History. Come on. They're all dead anyway.

"I'm sorry Mom. I promise , I'll start working twice as hard. History is such a hard concept for me." I said earnestly as I could. My ass I was gonna work harder but I needed to convince her.

"I know that , but twice as hard won't do it. If in the next month your grades don't pull up we're going to get you a tutor." She said, tone seething with accusation.

I nodded. "I'm going to go study now. I'm very sorry for causing you this trouble." I sighed. I smiled and waved then left.

I took the steps two at a time , locking myself in my room. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I landed on Laurel's name.

'Where are you?'

I waited 5 , 10 minutes. I let music blast through my room , cleaned up some dirty outfits. I drummed my fingers impatiently on the wall. My phone chimed minutes later and I jumped on it.

'Sorry. I'm at Ryder's.'

Why had it taken her so long to reply?

I shook my head. Knowing her she had probably been eating. I swear , you could knock the building down while my best friend was eating but would she care? Nope. At school I have to splash something on her face to make her realize the bell's rung. She's just that focused on her food.

I changed into black tights , and a blue top then slid into a fitted black jacket. I wrenched open my window and , after blaring music and letting a sound recording of me studying for an hour then snoring which I had craftily recorded a few months ago , I crawled my way down the ultrahumongous bricks on our house. No need for a ladder. The bricks work.

I jogged down the street , easily finding a pace. I could run to Ryder's in about 10 minutes.

By the time I got there I was panting , stumbling in the dark and sweaty. I pushed open the door , only to be greeted by a very disgusting sight.

My vision veered in and out of focus , and I must have made a sound because all the eyes in the room flicked to me then widened in shock.

*Authors Note*

So , there's that. I spent about an hour writing this , because I am leaving for Florida in two days and I wanted to finish it. I'll try and post when I'm their but it's not likely , since in order to get wifi I'm gonna have to jog 3 miles to the library. But , I'll try. Sorry for the cliffhanger. I got suddenly inspired in the middle of packing -Lol , how does that happen?- and got it down fast as I could. So , sianora or however the hell you spell it. Avian.

The photo is Ryder.