Immortals (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

Ariel

            It was Saturday morning, and I rolled over in my bed tiredly. I wanted nothing more than to sleep in all day, but soon remembered I was going to the movies tonight, and opened my eyes. I yawned and stretched, smiling at my wolf-scented hoodie. I wasn’t sure if it was creepy that I had slept with it, but I hung it on the end of my bed and went downstairs for some breakfast. I made myself pancakes, finally looking at my phone. My last message was from Dimitri, and it said that he’d see me then. I sighed, pouring myself a glass of milk once my breakfast was finished cooking. I thought about what Emma had said the other day- how she had wanted a boyfriend. I didn’t agree. With my stupid adrenaline rushes, high school, and my weird, untraceable necklace, I didn’t need the added drama of having a boyfriend. Which is why I totally didn’t understand her need for setting me up with Dimitri. I finished my breakfast and got a nice, long hot shower. I bumped into my mom on the way out of the bathroom, who informed me that her and my dad were going to be out late because of a business dinner.

I told her to have fun, but was startled to hear her say that Emma had come over while I was in the shower. Embarrassed and only covered in a towel, I stalked to my room to find her sitting on my bed, going through my sketchbooks. She giggled, and I rolled my eyes, allowing myself to turn a little red. “What the hell are you doing here?!?” I muttered, holding the towel closer to myself. “Relax, I’m not trying to sneak a peek. I wanted to help you look nice for tonight!!” “That’s like…ten hours away, Em…” “I know! But still. I want you to look nice.” “I look like shit every other day? Gee, thanks.” “No, that’s not what I meant,” she growled, standing up and strolling over to my dresser. She pulled out and put back various articles of clothing. “Can I get some underwear, or something? It’s fucking freezing over here…” She allowed me access to my underwear drawer, where I quickly threw on a leopard bra and matching panties. I still covered myself so she wouldn’t say anything about my choice, but dried my hair to stop it from dripping. I wrapped myself up before she turned around, finally settling on an outfit. “How about this?” She asked, holding it up for me to see.

It was a deep, red-orange shirt with a plum-colored camisole and a maroon skirt. I nodded, and she turned around while I got dressed. The camisole had little pink flowers on it, and white lace around the neck, strap and hem lines. I put on a pair of chocolate-colored leggings under my skirt, so I wouldn’t be so cold. Emma grinned, and she dragged me to the bathroom to blow dry and straighten my hair. I rolled my eyes, but she insisted. I noticed she was wearing a bubblegum pink baby doll style shirt, with a silver bow right under her bust line. The thin spaghetti straps fit her shoulders nicely, and her skinny jeans were bright cyan; she even wore silver heels. Her hair had natural looking beach curls waved into it; her lip and nose rings even matched her outfit. “You look really nice,” I murmured, smiling to her. She grinned, thanking me as she brushed and primed my hair to perfection. She envied its red color, though I didn’t see what was so great about it.

She allowed me to do my own make-up, and she fixed hers up before we went back to my room. I told her about my text messages from Dimitri, and how much I wanted to kill her. “Awww, come on, Ari! He likes you!” “He does not,” I growled, my ears getting hot. She grinned, and I shoved her roughly. There was no way I was blushing again today. Especially over some boy. We went downstairs and talked to my mom for a while, and when my dad came home, I caught up with him. They ran around the house as they got ready for their dinner engagement, while Emma and I sat on the couch and watched bad TV. Remi began texting her, and I asked if she had told them about Dimitri. “Yeah…I kinda’ had to.” I groaned, face palming myself. “Great. Remi is never going to let this down.” “Just break his nose,” she teased, and I couldn’t help smiling. My mom gave us kisses on our heads before her and my dad left, which was around 5:00 PM. I was picking everyone up (except Dimitri), and I decided to leave around 7:00, since we had to get there and buy our tickets.

“Are we doing anything after the movie?” I asked, hoping I could just come home and be with my wolves. She shrugged, smiling mischievously. “What’s that look for?” I asked, not liking the gleam in her eyes. “We could all come back here…” she murmured, looking away innocently. “Do you think I’m gonna’ kiss him, or something? Because that’s sooo not happening.” “He’s hot. Really hot. Why aren’t you all over him, again?” “Because I don’t let guys get into my head. Unlike you, who practically ate my face off yesterday when Dimitri was talking about stores.” She smiled sheepishly, hiding under her hair. “I’m sorry…” “Whatever. If it happens again, I’ll just punch you,” I teased, though I didn’t doubt it for a minute. She agreed, and we waited around until 7:00 before getting ready. I slipped on my brown pair of UGG cardy boots, grabbed my purse and car keys, and we headed off to Dexter and Remi’s houses before shooting toward the movie theater.