What Hurts the Most

Choose Wisely

* Beep Beep*

I lazily turn over to end the ear piercing noise. I take up my glasses from the night stand and put them on. I look at the time, and its already quarter to ten. I know Aaron is supposedd to be here at ten, but he's a jock, he's going to be late anyway, so why bother rush to get ready.I pull the sheet away  from over me reveaIing my yellow Hello Kitty tank top and white baggy shorts. I hop out of bed and into my pink fluffy bed slippers. I know, girly right but so is everything in my room.

The walls and floor of my room are an eggshell white. There is a large window overlooking the entire city on the left wall. There are two vases on my dresser where my vanity mirror sits. I have two different closets both with hot pink doors and stainless steel handles. One of the closets are for the clothes my mother wants me to wear, and the other is the clothes I actually wear. Obviously the closet with the clothes my mother buys is larger. That closet is filled with lots of tight, short, floral and glittery contraptions that are too girly for anyone to wear. Just because my favourite color is pink,and I like Hello Kitty  doesn't mean I'm a girly girl, Does it?

I look at the clock again and its already 9:55 a:m. I guess, I should really get ready Aaron is gonna be here any time now. I can't believe Aaron is gonna be here, here in my house. The very thought makes my skin shiver. I grab my towel, which is pink as swell, and my under garments and head to the shower.  

The steaming water hits my skin and my tense muscles immediately relax. I grab my wash rag and my cucumber melon shower gel and wash my skin. This shower feels amazing and I don't want to get out, but I've been in here for like 10 minutes already. I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I put on my plush towel to cover my damp skin. I dry my skin and begin to get dressed. I am just putting my vest over my head, when I hear Ms. Rodriguez calling me.

I run out of my bathroom and down the titanic staircase to see what Ms Rodriguez,my nanny, wants. She's in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Her long auburn hair falls neatly at her shoulders. She has freckled skin that make her large grey eyes stand out. She usually wears a floral apron kind of like the one she has on now. She does not realize I am present until I speak. "Yes Miss Rodriguez" I answer politely. 

She watches me with wide eyes and responds,"You have a visitor " she says almost choking on her words. Visitor? Where? I then see Aaron sitting around the kitchen table with a sinister smile on his face. He is looking down at his phone just smiling, He not texting or anything his screen is just off. What's he laughing at? What do I say to him? Hi? No idiot you barely know him, hi is too polite. Thank God Miss Rodriguez breaks the silence. "Miss Henry, you guys will be working in the dining room" she points to the door telling Aaron where to go. He just picks up his keys and his other belongings and  leaves the room with the same stupid smirk on his face."Uhm, Kimberly" Miss Jenny stutters.

"Yes" I answer. She looks me in the eyes apologetically then  points her finger at my clothes. I look down to see that I'm only in my boy short underwear,and vest and you can see my leopard print bra printing through. She give me a weak smile and my cheeks flush crimson. That's when it hits me like a ton of bricks that that's what Aaron was smiling about. I must look like a complete fool. I run to my bedroom quickly . I am so embarrassed. I rummage through my drawers to find something comfortable to wear. I quickly throw on a large green shirt and a baggy jean overall. With books in hand and  head hanging low, I walk downstairs into the dining room.

... 

We've been in this room for almost an hour and we haven't spoken one word to each other. I just handed him a  text book and gave him a pen and paper to write. Honestly he hasn't done anything. There is only one sentence on the paper and its just the date. All the time I hear him make rude comments about the way I look, but its not like I haven't heard it before.

Why did Aaron have to be so Aaron. He's a good looking guy with a bad attitude. His dark brown hair looks lighter that normal. It's probably because of the sun beaming through the window. His dark hair just makes his emerald eyes pop. His dimples are deep and they accent his chiselled featured perfectly. When he smirks he doesn't look cute he looks, handsome. Wait why is he smirking again? Did he see me checking him out? Wait, I was checking him out, the silence must be getting to me. Aaron Taylor is the egotistical maniac who makes your life miserable, don't check him out.

Our awkward silence is broken when my mother barges through the door. "Hey kids" she slurs . Leave it to my mom, to make an awkward situation, more awkward by being drunk. She watches Aaron and smiles. Just by reading her face I know what she's thinking. And she confirms my prediction, by her next statement."Okay kids I'm off, but while I'm upstaires no, funny buisness. okay." she slurs as she staggers out of the room.Oh my goodness are all moms this embarassing.

"Your mom is hot and all,but she's totally stupid if she thinks I'm even gonna touch you." he scuffs. I try to ignore him but he continues."Your dad must be a troll if you, look like that." he laughs. That's it! He doesn't even know my dad. How dare he? Is he crazy? 

"Excuse me?"  I whisper shout.

"Oh, so it talks." he says sarcastically.

"That's right I do talk, but jerks like would never know that because you're to bust being an arrogant,pompous jerk. By the way I have a name you know."I shout.

"Oh yeah I'm sorry I forgot, it's nerd right , or is it  dweep ,maybe it's geek ." he says sarcastically again,just tipping me over the edge.

"My name is Kimberly, you jerk.  You know what, in school I let you and the populars pick on me, because that's your territory . But you're in my house, in my dining room, and you will NOT disrespect me in my territory. So I'm giving you two options, either you start  treating me like a human, who has feelings or get out and fail this project, which is 20% of your grade. I suggest you choose wisely."