Affections

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Even though the house was free of the Basil's for a week. Their unwelcome presence seems to linger.

An atmosphere of malice and hate. So many things impure, an atmosphere that now loomed over Mid City High with the incident of Katie's assault.

The Basil's had been there, so why now?

"Do you think Bellamy did it?" Mom left us behind in the room to complete the series, but I knew better.

"Maybe, he has quite the temper. Regarding all that he's done to you." She looked up from her phone, full of thought.

"Eighty percent sure, but I believe he had a reason to hate me. What reason would he have against his girlfriend?"

I thought out loud pulling up my cargo shorts, pairing it with a tank top.

"He has a reason to hate you? What could that be?" She scoffed but I could already hear her curiosity.

"I don't wanna talk about it." She hummed and I sat beside her. Taking some of the braids in my palm. They ran halfway black and the other half blue.
I liked the feeling-

She cut off my line of thoughts with a scream, "Arr!!"

I jumped and mom yelled from down the stairs, "Are you girls okay up there?!"

I raised a brow, and she shrugged, "Yeah, we're fine, Mom!"

"Why are you screaming?" I sighed exasperated.

"There's a party," Oh no. She laughed at my expression, "At my boyfriend's house."

Party now, for what? I don't even have what to wear. I knew having friends again would take a toll on me.

Only I didn't think it would be sooner. I had no plausible explanation for rejecting this invitation so I replied with a simple, "No!" Her face fell.

We've become so close in a matter of days, I didn't want to make the wrong move.

"No? Why? Come on Mira. You need this and I'm pretty sure you haven't been to one before."

"I just can't, this is ridiculous. Me at a party? I have nothing to be happy about."

She smiled mischievously, "You have me," I rolled my eyes, and she added, "And your Mom."

"Plus, you're freakishly gorgeous, that's what I need to show you."
I sighed, and she cackled in triumph, but I cut it short.

"But I have no dress," the perfect escape or so I thought.

"We can handle a disappointing wardrobe; first, follow me to my house. We can sort out a dress for you." It didn't sound like she needed my permission.

I grunted, "Fine." She pulled out of the room.

"Beatrice wait," she halted. "What?" She questioned blind to the problem.

"I can't go out like this!"

"Oh, I think you look cute." What a flirt.

I followed her down the stairs whispering, "You are so annoying."

"I know." I met my mom on the couch, and Beatrice didn't release her death grip.

How do I tell her I want to go to a party? It sounded so wrong. She gazed from me to Beatrice.

"Mom, can... we... umm can-" Beatrice cut me off and spat it all out.

"Can we go to a party, A typical teenage party with boys to die for and hot chicks?" God, why does she have to be like this?