Now I Panic

Surprise, surprise

Kortney's POV

I wake with the feeling of eyes on me, and brace myself for whoever it may be before opening my eyes fully.

"Morning, sleeping beauty."

"Kor, get up! It's already 12."

"Leave her alone and let her sleep, she's obviously in distress."

I gasp, leaping off of the bed into Mark's arms, and promptly burst into tears. 

"See what you did? I told you to let her sleep," Peter says, although I can hear the smile in his voice.

Mark holds me tight, probably holding back tears of his own. "Shhh... it's ok Kor, we're all here. It's gonna be okay."

"No it's not!" I sob. "Zach's grandparents hate me, Mark! I have a really bad feeling..."

"I missed you too," he murmurs, a smile in his voice.

I lift my head from his chest."Oh. Of course I missed you guys. Why didn't you call- I would've been up and dressed and-oh my gosh i'm a mess. I need to change."

He doesn't let me go, shaking his head. "Already thinking like the rich, huh? We didn't call because your fiance wanted to surprise you. Plus we knew you would try and get dressed up before we got here, and we wanted a chance to see you like you normally look for us first before you got all..."

"Dressed as a young lady should be dressed," I supply for him, grimacing. "But I have to admit, I look pretty good while I am dressed like that. And it's not as uncomfortable as it used to be. Mom will be so proud."

The door opens, and Zach walks in, looking slightly smug. "Surprise."

I roll my eyes, standing, and go over to hug him. "Thank you so much..." 

I hear Mark and the guys gag, and fake disgust, and laugh a little bit. "Hey, this is our room. You don't like it, get out." I turn and stick my tongue out at them so they see i'm joking. 

Mark changes the subject, and I pull away from Zach, knowing Mark is uncomfortable with it.

"Your grandparents are nice, Zach."

Zach and I just stare at him in disbelief. "What?"

"What?" He looks confused.

When I take in Mark's appearance again, it makes complete and total sense. He looks white. From his skin, to his hair, he resembles our dad. See, our Mom is black and our dad is white. I probably should have mentioned that sooner, but what are you gonna do? I look pure black, and Mark looks, you guessed it, pure white, even though we're mixed.

"Of course they were nice to you. Tell them you're half black, and watch them turn on you. I dare you." 

Pissed off now, I go into my bathroom, shower, and emerge in a towel. The guys have gone, and Zach sits on my bed, an amused look on his face. "You looked ready to kill something when you went in there. I half expected to hear everything thrown around and broken."

"I had half a mind to," I mumble.

I go over to my closet, and search through the items for something that might gain me some points with his grandparents. He seems to know what i'm doing, because he comes over and helps me look.

"Grandma says all proper young ladies should know how to wear a skirt, and she never leaves her room in anything less than, well, everything... so..." He picks out a deep purple pencil skirt, hands it to me, and then finds a charcoal grey blouse with ruffles along the collar and buttons. What surprises me, is that it actually goes together. He shrugs when I look at him in shock.