The Story Of An Imperfect Girl

Chapter 4: I wish I haven't touch that arm band of his

Whose a Slytherin here? Anyone? Great >.< I'm talking to myself

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I was skimming and scanning of all the details about constellations. I get awkward when silence spreads. 

"Are you done?" Blake replied. 

"Ugh! I'm beat. Very beat," I stifle a groan. Too much studying really isn't my favorite hobby.

"Okay. Let me set you some guide rules first," He remarks. I stifled a 'what now?' 

"First, never wander around the mansion when your here. Second, Don't touch anything except the bed, couch, whatever. Third, Don't go to my sister's ro-," 

"Wait, wait wait. You have a sister?" I replied as I giggled.

"Why? Is there something wrong having a sister? " He barked.

"No, no. Continue your speech," I replied, rolling my eyes. Why would I wander around the mansion? Heck, I want to get out of here for me not to get lost. 

"And fourth, don't ask any questions about my family," He sighed.

Why would I ask questions about his family? Are they. . . Murderers?! No. . . I'm pretty sure it's not. I made a weak smile to tell him that it's crystal clear to me.  It's clear to me that their family is super rich with loads of fame and fortune. 

When Blake started to ask me a question, we heard a knock on the door. Blake told me that his friends are going here. Especially the football team. Great! I'm gonna embarrassed myself again.

"Stay here. I'm gonna be right back," He uttered. 

He opened the door and an old man wearing a tuxedo and a pair of black pants (I bet he's a butler) came in our view.

"Sir, your guests have arrived," He replied.

"Thanks Borris," Blake said.

The butler closed the door gently as Blake turns his body to face me.

"My friends are here. You wanna come go down?" He motioned.

I shook my head in response. I don't want to go down there with his friends. They made fun of me. I hope that Blake didn't told them that I was here because they'll start screaming and shouting my name. 

"Is your um... girlfriend there?" I replied.

"Yeah, she's here," he uttered.

"Then I'm not going down," I replied, loosening my bag which I held on my lap.

He said that he'll be back in a flash. I don't trust him too easily so I watched him close the door and head down stairs for sure.

I tilt my head as I opened the door slightly.

"Yo! Blake my man, wazzup?" I think it's River's voice.

And then I heard Sarah's voice saying that she misses Blake. They see each other everyday for goodness sake! Young love. . . Ew! Sarah and Blake are NOT perfect for each other.

I closed the door gently as if not to make noise. I giggled triumphantly. I'm all alone, Thank God! I started jumping on Blake's bed and lie there for seconds. It's pretty boring in here. Blake told me not to touch his stuff except his bed and his sitting furniture to be exact. 

Something plump hit me when I lie my head on Blake's squishy pillows. I flick the pillow that seems to be plump and a phone came in my vision. I think it's Blake's.  I have a an urge to snoop his phone. He did say 'not to touch my stuff', but he didn't say not to touch his things on his bed because I can touch the bed. Very real mature.