Definately,Maybe! (Hold! sorry)

Chapter four

Chapter four-

“What was all that?” Syd asked me just as I reached her car.

“Nothing.”

“I wont call that nothing.” She said.

“Your perception.” I say.

“Okay. In a bad mood.”

“Home, please.”

“Sure.” And drives off. We don’t even talk for the remaining way.

“Thanks.” I say as she drops me off.

“See ya. By the way, Ry’s taking me out.” She says.

“Huh? You didn’t tell me..” I am appalled.

“You didn’t want to talk.”

“Whatever. Hope is goes well, bitch. Bye.” And I turn on my heels.

When I reach at my door, I quickly opened it and entered my room. I changed into my long T-shirt and shorts and started packing my footwear in a long case.

Yeah, there goes my Valentino pencils. And purple Converse. And Kenneth Cole lace ups. And Christian Louboutins gladiators. The Vivienne Westwood Mary Jane pumps. And 20 others.

Done.

Now, the single pieces. I take out another suitcase and start stuffing my pieces in it. The Vera Wang tassle dress. The Miu Miu skirts. The S.Oliver pale pink bikini. The FCUL spaghetti costume. The dark blue Lee wrap dress. And that labelless halter dress. With the Guess overlong----

The bell interrupted my packing. Who? Justin doesn’t come back until four. Who? Kel? Ray? Syd—I open the door.

“Kevin?” I was shocked.

“Hi,Lex. Katie said I ought to help you.” Kevin smiled at me.

“Ok. C’mon.” And I shut the door. “Put the jeans in the case from the rack and..”

The bell interrupted again. I snap the door open.

“Who the hell—Jake? Ben?”

“Hi, Alex. Is Kev already here? I saw his car downstairs.” Ben mutters.

“He is. Here to help me. What are you doing here?”

“I know. I am here to help you too. Justin asked me too..after all.”

“Yeah?” I insist.

“Well, if you are shifting to Kings Avenue which is Rebecca’s flat then I am right next to you.”

“What? Like what exactly what?” I am puzzled.

“Like, neighbours. Rebecca is on 23B whereas I am in 17B.. I’ll be always there.” He assures me.

“Thanks. Jake?”

“Me too.” Jake  mutters.

“You too live there?”

“No, I am here to help you, TOO. Gimme some work.” He says impatiently.

“Okay. Can you pack the bag in the dark blue case.” I ask  him.

“Sure.” And he starts packing the totes and suedes and hobos..

“Thanks.” I say and go back to my room.

“Hey, how come you don’t have any Victoria Secrets?” Ben asks me as I get into the room while he is packing.

“What the hell—Ben? That’s my lingerie you are holding.” I shout as I see him holding the M&S (Marks and Spencers) pink bra.