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Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles
"I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I ju...
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Leala Kaine
"Okay, blondie, explain to me again just why I agreed to take part in this prissy rubbish?" I grumbled, half-joking as I glared down at the white goo Jasmine McKenney was insisting I rub onto my face. It was truly inconceivable how fate wove the patterns of our lives. If someone had told me four months ago that I would be playing "spa" with bubble-brain blondie I would have laughed in their face. Life had been easier before I'd met her and her little purple haired friend. The moment that Hayley had become involved with the McKenney's and their adopted spawn, fate had twisted everything— intertwining us impossibly, warping and twisting everything we had thought that we'd known. My best friend ruined the best thing that had ever happened to him. Said best thing decided that she needed to do a complete disappearing act. All the while, her blonde accomplice had somehow become my best friend.
"You need to work on some new material," she scoffed, tying her hair back; the light blonde locks reflected the soft lights of the bathroom. "And because try as you might, you just can't seem to stay away, my friend." She flashed me a grin, skipping to stand in front of me before hopping up onto the vanity counter.
"Now come here and hold still. You don't want this to get in your eyes." I took one begrudging step forward, standing in front of her as she sat on the raised counter. She took the jar from my hands, scooping out a portion onto her index and middle fingers. I couldn't help but grit my teeth as she rubbed the first bit onto my cheek. I had had a partial idea of what I was getting myself into when she had called earlier, and I agreed anyway. I had wanted to get out of the flat. Gabby had all but moved in and I wasn't exactly jumping at the idea to spend the day there with her. I mean, sure, the girl was fit and I really fancied her, but I don't know. Everything had just begun to feel—different. Getting out of the flat for a while helped clear my head and Jas wasn't terrible company.
"Stop acting like I'm torturing you. This is Chanel," she huffed, rolling her eyes. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she applied the cream, smoothing it out around the edges of my eyes, across my forehead, chin, cheeks, nose and neck.
"You realize that means absolutely nothing to me, correct?"
"Unfortunately, yes. But I'm not giving up. I will bring you to the dark side, Leala Kaine."
"My bank account and I will resist. But you never answered my question: why am I playing dress-up like your very own life-size barbie?"
"Because you're secretly in love with all of this 'girly rubbish'. You can pretend all you want, but I can see right through you — remember that." She paused, grinning deviously, "Besides, it's not like you had anything better to do."
"I could be doing my girlfriend, but I'm kind enough to play babysitter for the evening."
She snorted, "Right, so that's why your phone has been lighting up with Gabby's name every five minutes for the past hour and you've been studiously ignoring it?" She smoothed the last of the cream into place around my nose.
