Sapphire

Chapter Four

It seems like a certain someone is impatient, and since she is pratically begging, I am posting.

Chapter Four: The gynecologist’s + dress shopping =fun!

*Back to Phire’s POV*

“I watch you spin around in your highest heels

You are the best one, of the best ones

We all look like we feel…” (Stolen by Dashboard Confessional)

“Hello?” I mumbled sleepily into my phone, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

“Hey sweetheart. How are you?” My dad’s voice

soothes me but not today.

“Gabe called you didn’t he?”

“Yeah but don’t get mad at him honey. He was right to call me.”

“I’m not mad. Sheesh. I just figured.”

“Oh, well. I have to go! It’s a five minute break between meetings and I have to go! I love you, baby girl!”

“I love you ,too dad. See you soon!”

“You too, bye!” An audible click sounded in my ear when he hung up.

I put my phone on my nightstand and rolled over, throwing my arm over my eyes.

“Up Phire. Up! Your mom wants you up so you can go get a dress for dinner!”

If you have not noticed by now, Gabe is my alarm clock.

Without an off switch.

“Why…I hate dinner parties. And why do I have to get another dress. All the other ones have been worn maybe once! Grrr!”

While I was complaining I was getting up, knowing that if I didn’t then Gabe would get me up.

“She also said something about a werewolf gynecologist.” He smirked at the blush that came over my face.

“I’m glad that I haven’t been in heat. I won’t lose my virginity just because I am frustrated and guys can’t keep it in their pants.” I grumbled, grabbing a matching shirt and pants from my closet.

Gabe chuckled.

I sent him a glare and he covered his mouth to hide his laughter.

I picked up me iPod and went to take a shower and then I realized a very important fact.

There was no door.

I sighed and turned to Gabe.

“When I am gone with mom, fix the door.” I ordered but he just grinned at me.

“Nope. I’m going with you.”

“What?”

“Your mom told me that I was coming with you in case something happens.”

I groaned and turned back toward the bathroom, calling over my shoulder, “Keep your eyes to yourself!”

I turned on my iPod to The Used.

Liar Liar (Burn in Hell) thrummed through the iHome’s speakers.

This was the perfect song to listen to when you are angry, trust me, I would know.

I took a shower, in peace this time, and stepped out, wrapping a towel around my waist.

Born to Quit was playing now and I twirled with the towel around me.