I walked around the side of the house and I climbed up the vine fence, I climbed in and I fell.
"Ow," I said and stood up.
"Hey," Blaire said, I heard footsteps and I hid in the closet. The door opened.
"What was that noise?" Dad asked.
"I dropped my math book, remember, I have to study," She said.
"Well, me and your mother are going out tonight, don't leave this house." He said. "Are we clear?"
"Crystal," She said and I gripped the sheets. He walked out and I climbed out, I heard the front door shut and the car drive away.
"Let's go," I said.
"I'm not climbing out the window," She said.
"Duh, we're going out the front door," I said and we walked out, we walked downstairs and out the door.
We got to the house and we went upstairs, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. I got out of the shower and put my undergarments on. I wrapped the robe around me and I walked out. Blaire done the same, she walked back out.
"I called in a extra hand," I said and the door opened.
"I'm here," Grace said. "I'm so glad you called but the boys are watching the game."
"Start on Blaire while I get the outfits together," I said and she nodded, she sat Blaire down. I grabbed the dresses and laid them on the bed.
"So, who are the lucky boys?" Grace asked.
"Um, our dates are Zach and Desmond," I said.
"Wait, what?" She asked. "That's Grayson's best friends."
"I'm clear on that," I said, I walked around and I started doing Blaire's make up.
"Can you sit still before I poke your eye out?" I asked. "Now look up." I finished with the eyeliner and she blinked a couple times. I finished and stood back. "For a girl with no sisters, I done a damn good job."
"I thought I liked to brag," Blaire mumbled.
"Ok, done with your hair," Grace said. Grace had curled her long dark brown hair. I sat down and she started my hair the same as Blaire's, Blaire done my make-up. We put the outfits on and looked at each other.
I put on black heels and groaned since Grace wouldn't let me wear converses. I put on earring and I saw the necklace, I grabbed it and I put it on.
"Hey," Grace said and I looked at her. "Where'd you get that necklace?"
"Someone gave it to me," I said. "They didn't really give me a choice, I think it has a tracking device on it." I grabbed my phone and black handbag, we walked down the hall. "At least give a fake smile." She looked at me and smiled and so did I. She looked back forward.
"I still hate you," She whispered as we walked downstairs.
"And you're still a bitch," I whispered back, we got to the bottom and I saw the two boys. Their jaws dropped. "You could've just said you didn't like it."
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The Bad Boy
Teen FictionMeet Braylon Monroe, she's the new girl at Eastside high school so no one knows her. Then there's Grayson Owens, Mr. Perfect, the bad boy, player, and most known for being the rugby captain. Being the new person is always hard, but for Braylon it's...