Something New (A Chris Evans Story)

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: So the traditional South Asian outfit of a saree has 3 parts- the blouse (similar to a crop top), the petticoat (skirt), and the actual drape (that is yards long) that goes around the body. It may help to take a look at these links before reading if you aren't familiar with the outfit since some descriptions are mentioned in the chapter! Enjoy reading!

Here is the tutorial viewed by Naina and Chris: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEuaSBe7jQg

A Wikihow is here: http://www.wikihow.com/Dress-in-a-Sari

Naina's outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/nainas_date_saree_outfit/set?id=196393442

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"Shit!" I screamed as the straightening iron scalded my scalp. I'm pretty sure I just burned half my hair off.

"Are you dying in there?" Ananth yelled from the living room.

"I'm fine!" I quickly responded. No I'm not.

He came into my room, where I was engaged in a fight to the death with my long curls. Unfortunately, those unruly ringlets were winning the battle.

But I would win the war; after I took a break from my hair and maybe put some makeup on instead.

"I'm going out but I'm probably going to be back late," Ananth said. Nowadays, he was hanging out more with his friends on the weekends rather than spending time in my apartment. "When do you have to leave?" he asked, pulling on his boots.

"I have a good two hours to get ready."

"What's the guy's name again?"

"Ashwin."

"Where are you meeting him?"

"At that Indian restaurant nearby." How typical. I could tell by Ananth's smirk that he was thinking the same thing, but I answered my brother's thoughts before he could voice them. "Don't say anything, he's the one who decided where we were going."

Ananth's phone buzzed with a text notification. "Gotta go now, Richard's waiting outside."

"Don't do anything stupid," I warned, as I combed through all the knots in my hair.

"Same to you," my brother retorted, mimicking my tone. "Don't fuck up the date, otherwise you won't hear the end of it from Meera Akka, and Amma."

I flipped my brother off as he walked out of my room.

After I finished straightening almost all of my long hair, my head and hand was starting to hurt from all the abuse I was putting it through. If only this guy liked curly hair...

I was taking a break from all that nonsense by munching on left over fruit salad, when my own phone buzzed. I rolled my eyes when I saw there were two missed calls and a couple of missed texts from Chris.

The fact that he was communication with me at all was surprising. We had both given each other the cold shoulder for the past week or so, which kind of sucked. That is, until I remembered what an asshole this guy was at dinner. Shaking my head, I muted all my notifications. I wasn't in the mood to be bothered by him.

Right as I finished my snack, I heard the doorbell ring. Weird, I wasn't expecting anyone.

Apparently I paused too long because this person knocked really loudly— multiple times.

"Alright, alright" I groaned, "I'm coming!"

It was the wrong decision not to check the peephole before opening the door, because standing outside was the last person I wanted to see.