Brittany and I were just sitting in my room trying to fully absorb all the events of the day and figure out what the next move would be. It was already 5:00pm and there was a knock on my door that made both of us jump a bit. “Come in!”
“Jen hunny, I…oh! Hello Brittany” my mom smiled at us.
“Hi there Mrs. Taylor. OhmygoshIloveyourshoes!” she exclaimed crawling over to my mother’s feet.
“Really? I got them at this adorable little boutique on Redwood street.”
“Catherine’s Closet?!? I love that place, I got these earrings from there!” she exclaimed pulling her hair back.
“Those are so darling I--”
“Okay! Enough with the shopping talk please? Mom, is there a reason you came up here other than to discuss shoes and earrings?” I asked. Seriously, sometimes I think my mom loves Brittany more than her own family, what with all the shop-talk they do on a daily basis.
“Oh yes sorry, honey you’ll never guess who our new neighbors are!”
Once again, I cringed when I heard this. It’s going to take me quite a while to get over this whole Brooke and Miles moving away thing.
“Who?” I asked with fake enthusiasm and curiosity. Brittany smirked at my sarcasm.
“The McClures!!!” She squealed. I swear, the more my mom hangs out with Britt, the more of a teenager she regresses to.
“No way!” Britt said with a fake shocked expression.
“Yes, so we invited them for dinner tonight to help them settle back in, I mean after all, they’ve been gone for, what is it? Four years now?” she said as she walked out of my room and down the stairs. “Dinner is in an hour!” she called from the bottom of the stairs.
My face dropped completely and I felt myself go pale as all the blood drained from my face. Britt must’ve noticed how I looked like I’d just seen the ghost of Hitler and said, “well I guess avoiding him is out of the question now huh?” thanks Brittany, you stating the obvious really helps.
“Yeah” was all I managed to get out.
A few minutes passed before she suddenly blurted, “UP!”
“Huh?” I looked up at her confused.
“Stand up! You need to get ready, you only have an hour, and as your best friend I know that—other than shopping sprees and mani/pedis—nothing cheers you up more than a hot shower and an outfit change, so GO!” she commanded and pointed her perfectly manicured French-tip finger toward my bathroom.
I did as she said and let the hot water run in the shower before stepping in and letting my body enjoy the comfortable steam that filled the bathroom.
My time in the shower was sacred to me because it was when I could be completely alone with my thoughts, and for some reason the hot water running down my back helped me relax and just de-stress. I could think about whatever was on my mind, and at the moment what was on my mind was Matt.
Why did he come back? I thought Dylan and his buddies ran him out of town four years ago. Well not literally ‘ran him out of town’ but the kid got that kind of beating daily from Dylan ever since the Valentines Dance incident. Having to put up with that for the rest of the school year would make anyone want to move away. Granted it was only three months, but for a wimpy 7th grader getting swirlies and beat-downs daily, three months is an eternity. So why did he come back? And since when did he get so…HOT?
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Smokin' Hot
HumorJennifer Taylor has spent the last three years working her way up to the top of the high school food chain. But she couldn't get to where she is now without making a few sacrifices. What happens when one of those "sacrifices" comes back for Jennif...
