FLOWER

CAPTER 7.4

 We're going home from school, unfortunately I can't pedal any faster. My sister is right behind me. He doesn't give up. My lungs are burning with dullness. How on earth is she still able to talk?

- Little Róża, my lovely thorn. Come on!

- Put it out of your mind.

- I'll bake you an apple pie.

- I won't make a fool of myself.

- Think of it as a pickup exercise. Then you can use it on a guy you like.

- So Lian was right when he said you weren't focusing on your classes.

- These are made-up lies.

- So why do you believe him about Alexander?

- I believe it straight away, I'm just cautious.

- Nasturcja!

- Have mercy on me.

I have to force myself to pedal faster. I'll still agree just to make sure it doesn't make any sound of its own. Beads of sweat are running down my forehead and the muscles in my legs are making themselves felt. Why is there no power steering on this bike?

I've been wandering around the hovel like a deer for an hour now, looking for my phone. My sister even tried to call me. But there is no signal. I'll give my head that I left it in the kitchen on the table. Now for some reason he is gone. I searched every nook and cranny in this hovel. Resigned, she finally admits her defeat. I drag the four letters to my sister's room. And she writes something on MY phone with a devilish smile. She has hers on the bed.

- Oh. - She finally notices me in the doorway. She turns red and smiles apologetically at me. - It can be explained.

- I don't doubt it. I'm listening?

- A matter of life and death.

- Surely.

- You have an appointment with Alexander in the afternoon.

- So Lian was right and it's over with the blonde man.

- Not really.

- What else do you need since he agreed.

- Please. I have to see it with my own eyes and that's it.

- And half a year of cleaning for me.

- Hey, two months.

- I will tell him everything!

- Okay.

What is six months, with ridicule for the rest of your life. How I look him in the eye will be the end of boxing lessons. It's a pity because I like them.

The sister quickly gets up and starts rummaging in the closet. Satisfied, she suddenly pulls out an item and hangs it on her hands. I stare at the fabric thing my stylist shows off proudly. Or rather, a couple of strings with scraps of fabric. What is this? What is it for? Shoelace as it were, but why the material. Because of this, lacing the shoe will fail.

- This dress is beautiful, isn't it!? - I blink a few times. I strain my eyes.

- You've gone completely crazy. I don't even know where there is room for my head, legs and arms.

- Let me help you put it on.

- Over my dead body.

- You will look phenomenal.

- When one of the strings breaks and I have nothing left to wear.

- You're exaggerating, they're durable.

- Black shorts imitating a skirt from the front. - That's a good idea!

- You won't do this to me.

- How do you think!!!

- I'll get you a blouse though.

- Try to do better. - I point my finger at the laces and fabric.

- This outfit comes from a famous designer! - She says, offended. I look at the ,,dress'' tilting my head. - I got her at a second-hand store. To this day I can't believe my luck.

Nasturcja's fashion radar is totally going crazy today. I might as well go in a bra. At least this one covers something and holds everything in place. She looks at the black shorts and short sleeves with disgust.

- You're ruining everything for me. - I glance at her. - Okay. Wear as you see fit. You have to convince him to go to the men's room a moment after you and not with you.

- Forget it. I'm too sober.

- I thought about everything. - She takes a one hundred milliliter bottle of lemon vodka her purse.

- Why to men's?

- The cabins in the women's cabin are always occupied.

- You realize that my pick-up line cannot be described even as hopeless.

- Don't worry about that, just drink. - I'll take ,,a lemon drink'' from her. How I let myself be talked into this.

- You know how much I sacrifice for you.

- Of course. I will be grateful for the rest of my life. - We'll see.