Hate at First Sight

Chapter 7

Alice's P.O.V

I get home late. I'm not sure exactly what time it is because my phone has died but I know Lea left a long time ago. Her friends say she felt sick and decided to go home to bed. Her friends are great! I love them to pieces! I think I may fit in perfectly here.

I take off my heels so I don't wake anyone and tiptoe in. Mom's waiting up in the sitting room, a cup if tea in her hand.
"Good time?" She asks me.
"Yes!" I smile. "The best! I've gotten to know so many people already!"
Mom hugs me and kisses the top of my head.
"That's what I like to hear!"

Apparently I'm sharing a room with Lea. I try to be quiet as I enter the room but Lea seems to be still awake.
"Lea?"
No reply.
"Lea?"
Still no reply.
"Will you talk to me please?"
Still no response. I shake my head and collapse onto my bed. I don't mean to but I doze off with all my make up still on and without changing.

***
When I wake in the morning Lea is still asleep. I make my way down to the kitchen and decide to make pancakes for everyone.
Dad comes into the kitchen just minutes later.
"Something smells amazing!" He sniffs.
"Fancy some pancakes?" I grin.
"Would love some!"

Mom comes down and we all laugh and chat and they seem to enjoy both my pancakes and my company, to my relief. Dad makes me laugh so much that I snort and then we all laugh some more. This is not like me at all. Lea walks in then rubbing her eyes and yawning, groggy. And then she sees me and her face turns agitated. She really does hate me.

She sits down at the table opposite me and I do my best to keep my legs well away from her, for fear that I might accidentally kick her. I have a habit if doing that, kicking my legs on front of me.
"Brrrrr." Dad teases.
"You two really need to get to know each other."
She glares at him.
"Seems like you've been getting to know everyone except your sister." He says to me. He looks at Lea accusingly.
"Are you being friendly to her?"
Lea glares.
"She's fine Dad. She's gotten to know everyone already! It's great. Just great." She gets up and storms off, slamming our bedroom door behind her. Mom looks at me anxiously.

I get up too and make my way upstairs trying to fix this. I knock on the door.
"Go away!"
"It's my room now too!"
"Of course it is! Now my room! What else do you want to take. Go back where you came from coz nobody needs you here. It was stupid of them to ask you over and you clearly belong somewhere more glamorous. So leave. And take your dumb-ass outfits with you."
I feel like I've been punched in the stomach as I walk slowly back down the stairs.
She really does hate me with a passion.