consequences of winning

part ten

"Your don't really love him." Jet stated simply braiding my hair.
"And before you have a fit let me explain why. You're lonely, you haven't thought of another guy romantically and realistic relationship wise for a year or so." She twisted an elastic around the end of the braid.
"Okaaay then why don't I have these feelings towards Isaac?"
Jet snorted at my question, after giggling and almost spilling my favorite cherry red nail polish she explained.
"Because he treated you as he would treat his sister, anyone can see that the relationship you two have is him stuck in the 'brother zone' because of the first week you spent together. And before you ask another silly question, your hormones are all whacked up, you would fall in love with a pine cone if it treated you nicely. Look if I'm wrong and next week you still have feelings for him then by all means ignore everything I said but if I'm right you're my personal driver for a month." Jet stuck her hand out.
"Okay." I shake her hand.
"Now real quick before my brother gets back. Do you have feelings for him, my brother?"
I thought about it, I did like him, he seemed nice but we don't talk much. I shook my head.
"You say that now... Just wait." Jet smirked.

We waited for our nails to dry while we watched 'New Moon' say what you want about Kristin Stewart's acting, I'd die for Taylor and his killer abs, like Oh... My... God... We were watching it on Jets new laptop, pausing and rewinding Taylor's shirtless scenes.

"Hey sis, remember the party you said you'd go to with me so I could pick up girls, you have half an hour." We didn't even notice Damon's head stick through the window, hell we didn't know the window was open. Jet's head flicks around to look at me, pouting like a puppy, making her eyes wide. I already know what she's gonna say. I nod.

"Yes!!" Jet cheers, jumping up and clapping her hands like a fat kid on a pack of smarties. "We'll be ready in twenty minutes." Jet hops out the window, following her brother out side and into their house. "Ohh." Jet's head pops back in. "I'll be back in five!"

"Sure thing." I take my stupid time of the freaking month pills and get to work... After a quick shower I smell like vanilla and roses, my hair was towel drying while I applied my make up, I know simple make up, base, powder, mascara, eye liner and I know how to handle bright red lipstick. After quickly applying mascara and eye liner after some light powder I walk to my wardrobe and go over to my dresses, when I notice something I don't remember buying. I tug it off the rail and look at it, eyes wide. Kevin that genius ass hat! I stumble quickly to his room and knock demandingly on his door.

"Yeeesss??" He hides his body behind the door, shielding himself from my mood. I hold the dress out and give him a questioning look, he seems relived realizing what I'm here for. "Well you see Kida, I saw you look at it, then look at the price tag and run away so I had to buy it. Now go get dressed will you, don't you have a party to be at?"

"How'd you know about the party?"

"Facebook, duh." His eyebrows knit together, giving me a 'you can't be this stupid' look. "Your parents already know, so get dressed, do your hair. You've got fifteen minutes."
What surprised me was that I actually had a quick shower, damn, I was hoping on delaying this a little, it's been a while since I went to a party.

"Kida!! Get your butt to your room dummy, I'm here to sort out your blond curls." I can hear Jet from what must be my bed room.
Kevin's face pales.

"I thought this house was soundproofed, like between floors."

"It's a gift of Jets, where she gives me a walkie talkie so she doesn't have to spend money texting me." I wave the hello kitty walkie talkie in his face smiling brightly. He shuts his door in my face and I rush off to my room, finding Jet wearing a tight dark blue dress that reaches her mid thigh, her height has increased slightly due to her black wedges, and her hair is in a beautiful messy bun, her make up simple probably thinking the same thing as me, it'll just fall off if we dance too much.

"Looking good Jet." I smile hoping she won't be mad.

"Thanks Kida, now slip that cute dress on and let me do your hair." I nod as she digs around for some hair pins. I dive into my wardrobe and shutting the door behind me I change quickly.
The dress had a plunging neckline and quite a simple design but once I put it on I just knew why it was so damn expensive, the top half fitted to me like a second skin emphasizing my tiny waist, the skirt flared out slightly making my hips look fuller, it was basically backless, showing some of my tattoos that are wrapped around the left side bottom rib, 'Δεν υπάρχει καμία χώρα σαν το σπίτι' - There's no place like home, in Greek symbols. Followed by 'Το σπίτι είναι όπου η καρδιά είναι' - Home is where the heart is- right under it. I couldn't choose so I went through the torture of getting both and I would never regret it. These sayings mean a lot to me, so freaking much. Mom over saw my inking, did not encourage it and made sure that I didn't have it too big or to small and checked it constantly to make sure that it wasn't getting infected. Before my mind can wander much further there's a knock on my wardrobe door before it slides open.

"Oh Kida you are amazing! All the guys will be following you around like lost puppies!" I smile at Jet, her enthusiasm becoming contagious. "What's that?" Jet points to my ink her eye brows getting closer together as she walked curiously towards me.

"Oh those are my tattoos." I shrug, trying to play the 'it's no big deal' card but Jet sees right through it. she hugs me tightly, throwing her arms around me with such force that I'm surprised we're still standing.

"I want to see them later okay. You don't seem like the kind of girl that'll get a tattoo to impress idiots." I smile at her words, this girl really gets me. "Now Missy your hair, I think a messy pony tale will do great. We'll dry it when it's up if we have time okay." I smile nodding in agreement as I sit down on my desk chair. Jet worked fast, the next thing I know she's diving for my hair dryer and hair curler.

"NO!!" I throw my hands up, trying to protect my hair. I open my desk draw and grab my heat protecting spray. "Never touch my hair with those nasty things without this, understand." This is no freaking question if this kid rolls her eyes I will kill her for damaging my hair.

"I get it. Give them here and sit lovely." Jet seems to approve of my obsession with my hair, it took YEARS to get it this soft, I refuse to let a party ruin it. Jet works fast spraying and drying my hair quickly, she curls a few bits to balance out my natural curls that have sprung to life after being dried.
"Perfect. Lets go." Jets cheers tossing me a pair of fully black converse. Damn this girl is good. "You're to tall anyway and something tells me you're light weight." Jet giggles leading me through my house. I grab my leather jacket off the couch, only it turns out to be Kevin's, I think. Oh well it's warm and sorta fits. I stuff my phone in the right side pocket. Leaving my hands inside the pockets for warmth I follow a bouncing Jet out of my house and to the black car that Damon is waiting impatiently in, tapping the steering wheel like mad.
I slide into the back as Jet screamed shot gun and she shifted though radio stations, keeping away the awkward silence. Which I was more than grateful for. Damon had started to pick on me, it wasn't anything too bad but he had put dye in my shampoo and cinnamon in my toothpaste and had stuffed my boots with my underwear. I don't where he found the time to do this,m probably while I was working and I had retaliated of course. I had swapped his hair gel for glue and put rotten tomatoes in his pillow case. We were having our own little war and in all honesty it was kind of fun. Jet got to do this type of stuff all the time, plan and execute pranks for fun everyday where as I had April Fools day and could only use three good but not damaging pranks.
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