Mated Pairs

Try to relax (-Chapter 3-)

Picture of the bathroom above^^^

~Clarissa pov~

I sigh deeply, replaying my thoughts as I lay in a huge tub.
Most people would probably suggest I'm insane for being so calm.
I figure they're probably gonna kill me anyways, so might as well enjoy my life while it lasts.
Right?
I have no mom no dad I live in a horrid apartment.
No one would care.
I slowly open my eyes the light is dim, looking around the bathroom it's huge.
Only two colors exist.
Black and gray.
The floor is black tile, so is the walls, there's a walk in shower with a transparent shower door.
The sink is black and the cabinets are gray.
There is a white round bath mat in the middle of the floor
There's candles scattered everywhere, the color of black and white, and gray
My dream bathroom.
Although I would add a deep red, like the sheets in the bedroom.
A knock sounded at the door.
I look down at myself to make sure I'm covered up with bubbles before I announce that they may come in.
A girl walks in and she's beautiful.
She has red hair burning against her white skin, with vibrant green eyes, she's slim, probably 6ft tall and is wearing a deep red dress that hits her mid thigh.
She comes to sit next to the tub on a small stool.
"I'm Alexandress" she says her voice is deep for her petite image.
"But that's a mouthful isnt it, call me Alexa." She sticks her long fingered hands out to me in a gesture to shake her hand. I reach out to shake her hand with my dry hand.
"I'm Clarissa, but you can call me Clare" I mumble quietly.. She looks to be a few years older than me.
I feel a little awkward.
Talking to a beautiful women. I suddenly wonder if she's the boys girlfriend.
Jealousy hits me.
Why am I jealous?

"Well Clare I was sent here to give you these clothes, be out in 30 minutes" she says and leaves.
With no recollection of time I just decided to
drain the water.
I look down at the clothes I was given.
All black.
Lovely
Its black skinny jeans,
A black tank top showing to much skin on my back, dragging to my thighs.
There's black undergarments probably to showy for my 17 year old figure.
There is black socks and black vans.
All my sizes are correct.
Creepy.
I put on the clothes given and look at myself in the floor length mirror.

I towel off my hair and my curls sticking to my face.
I open the door and stagger back as the man with yellow eyes is there. With no shirt on.
I practictly gawk over him.
His chest and abs were tan, I noticed thin and deep aggravated scars on his body, a dark happy trail along with a defined v line disappeared into a pair of low set jeans.
I make my way up to his breathe taking face.
He's smirking at me.
I go red with embarrassment.
I'm about to say something, but another boy comes in. He is shorter than Mr. Golden eyes.
Maybe 5'4",with shaggy brown hair that falls in front of his left eye, he has purple contacts in and very beautiful.
"I see you have eyes for the wrong man" he says jesturing to the man in front of me.
Looking a little jealous.
"What about me love?"
The boy asks
My eyes go wide.

What!?