~Beauty is Vain~

~Unaware~

"And take heed to yourselves, lest at any time your hearts be overcharged with surfeiting, and drunkenness, and cares of this life, and so that day come upon you unawares."-Luke 21:34

What's Angelo talking about? He said that I was going to "tutor" him, I really hope he isn't talking sexually, because he will be sadly disappointed. I'm not that girl, to sleep with people just because I'm a stripper. So what.... Tbh I haven't slid my V-card yet, and he definitely wasn't going to be the first one. I asked what I was getting out of it and he said..."save of face" and left it at that.....it felt like a threat...like I didn't really have a choice to "tutor" him or so that's what he says it is, anyways he wants me to meet him at his house after school every Tuesday...to help him....with what I don't know, Lord God, I hope it isn't something humiliating and degrading...

I pulled up into a beautiful yard, full of roses of every color of the rainbow and various of other beautiful flowers continued to surround the concrete path that led up to a red door. It didn't seem like the house I thought he'd live in. I thought he'd live in less color and flowers, and more motorcycles and private limos. I climbed out of my car and walked up to the red inviting door that read, "Lambert Family rests here" Wow.

If a killer was looking for them, they wouldn't have a problem with finding them. I stopped staring at the door and knocked on the door reluctantly. I really need to be at work right now, I lied and told my boss I was sick...hopefully my coughing and unnecessary wheezing sounded believable.

No one opened the door and as I knocked again someone swung open the door.... and it wasn't someone with familiar blue eyes and blonde hair...theose grey eyes were familiar....but very unexpected.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the shirtless incredibly handsome, Gary. I think that's his real name, don't know and don't care. I stopped staring at his masculine features and looked at his face,which was also too beautiful too stop staring at, but of course I didn't show him a hint of interest.

He smiled at me, and I knew what he was probably thinking. He probably thought I came over to flirt with him, that I finally "gave in" to his charm. "So, I see you came to make amends, si, dolce- "Not even in your dreams, I'm here to see-" and as I was about to finish someone pushed Gary out of the way aggressively, and I was surprised to see it was a short lady, 5'2...she was pretty, she had long brown hair with dark green emerald eyes that shined brightly.

"Ottenere fuori strada, fermare terrorizzando la gente, e andare a mettere una camicia!" she yelled in some foreign language, slapping him in the back of his head before turning to face me again with a big welcoming smile.

"Hey, excuse my son, Gariallo, he's always a little flirter, who are you here to see sweetie?" she asked nicely with an light Italian accent. I partially smiled. "Umm, does Angelo Lambert live here?" I asked her. She smiled and nodded. "Yes, unfortunately..." she mumbled. "Angelo! Vieni qui adesso avete un visitatore femminile chiedendo voi , Angelo ! Affrettatevi!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as if he was on a jet.

"That boy is always slow...why don't you come on in and take a seat in the kitchen, our living room stays full." She laughed. That was no joke. Her living room was almost packed to full capacity of Italian guys shouting and screaming at the huge flat screen on the wall that displayed a soccor game or how they say it..."futbol".

I guess their team scored because they started screaming and bear hugging each other. It was like large bears grabbing and roughhousing with each other. I smiled at them as I walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen were two girls and one woman. Two of them looked to be in their 20s and the lady cooking, doing mostly all the culinary work looked to be in her 60s, but for her age she was still cute.