Beneath His Mask

Chapter 10- Reasons

Half an hour and endless amount of small talk later, Jennette rings the doorbell.

I shuffle to the front where she stands holding an umbrella in her hand.

"Thank god," I hiss at her, ushering her in the door.

"Are you gonna tell me what's the matter?" She asks, a concerned look on her face.

"Come upstairs," I whisper, pointing to the kitchen. They can't directly see us from where we are right now because they would have to walk down the long hallway. For a moment I mentally thank the layout of this house, despite its confusing structure.

Jennette lives about 10 minutes away, so she made good time. I need to tell her everything.

"So?" she asks, plopping down on my bed once we made it up the marble steps.

I get straight to the point. "My aunt invited Zach and Luke over."

She smirks at me. "For real?"

"This is NOT a laughing matter! She claimed she was throwing a 'storm party,' but she always has greater intentions. Why on earth are they here? Since when did my aunt prey on 17 year olds?" I rant to Jennette, pounding my fist on the dresser.

I turn around to look at her, when I notice she has a weird expression on her face.

She thinks this is funny.

"Don't you think you're being dramatic?"

I gape at her with my mouth open. She has to get my point here!

"Zach is downstairs!" I pout, pointing to the floor. "And I'm stuck with him. You're going down with me."

"Fine, sister. But it's not that big of a deal." Jennette states, rolling her eyes. She pauses for a minute.

Realization crosses her face as quick as I devoured the cookies my aunt made tonight. Damn cookies... I want them now but that means I would need to see mr fancy pants.

"You LIKE HIM!" Jennette screams at me, jumping up at the sudden clarity.

I shoot down the idea so quickly as I tell her to shut up.

"No, no and NO that is OBSURD!" I yell at her, crossing my arms. "Why the hell would I like him?"

Jennette walks over to me, and stops a few feet away. She wears such an evil
grin on her face.

"Jennette-"

It's too late for me, I'm toast.

She's got me by the arm and is dragging me down the hallway. I struggle against her grip, trying to gain control and composure. I try everything in my power to avoid entering that kitchen. Sadly, I chose the wrong day to wear socks because I'm slipping and sliding down the halls and I don't have much of a choice to follow her.

She rounds the corner into the kitchen and I brace myself for what I will walk into.

The black and white themed kitchen with an island and kitchen table is still the same as I left it- obviously. The appliances are in the right section of the room, the living room the left, as rain hits the windows on the back of the house.