Carolina Novak is turning 18 in 2 weeks, and the week before that, her father is getting remarried. But what you don't know, (and now you do I suppose) is that Carolina is a lesbian.
Senior year is FINALLY almost over, and summer is in the air. It...
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock beeping. 6:45 am. Ugh. I'll be so happy when May rolls around so I can graduate... I'm having a terrible case of senioritis. I slap the button turning off the wretched beeping, and stretch the sleepiness out of my system. I yawn and stare at the ceiling for a couple minutes before I hear a knock on my door.
"Come in." I say with the sleep still lodged in my throat. The door cracks open, and I turn my head to the door and see my father's face.
"Can I come in?" He nudges the door open farther. I nod and sit up, rubbing away the eye crusties.
"What's up?" I grab a hair tie from my night stand and twist and turn it in my hair, creating a messy knot on top of my head. I slip on a thick headband, so my baby hairs won't get wet for when I get up to wash my face.
"I just wanted to let you know that when you get home from school today Katrina's things are going to be strewn all over the place. I won't be home til late, so I'd appreciate it if you'd help her unpack and what not. Ya know, get her settled in? I'll bring home pizza when I leave the office, sound good?" He checks his watch, and I stifle yet anther yawn.
"Yeah, sure. Sounds great." I smile sweetly and he kisses the top of my head.
"Well, I have to go now. Don't be late for school." He pats my head and leaves the room closing the door behind him. I throw off the covers and go to the window and open the french doors leading to my small balcony/patio. For it being the second week of April, it's fairly humid for 6:50 in the morning. I stroll back inside, leaving the doors open allowing the warm breeze to circulate in my room, and open my closet doors.
A few minutes later, I am dressed, and my hair is done to perfection.
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I grab my car keys, and head downstairs for some breakfast. Valorie is in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher. She doesn't wear those housemaid dresses that everyone thinks maids wear. Valorie wears whatever Valorie wants to wear; it was the one thing that she asked of my parents when she took this job. She's also the youngest--and the hottest--we've ever had at 22 years old. Our last maid was 35. We fired her because we found out she was stealing from us.
Valorie turns as she hears my heels clicking on the tiled floor.
"Oh! Carolina, you look gorgeous today. Can I make you breakfast?" She gives me a hug, and I feel my cheek flushing.
"Val, just call me Carrie," I laugh. "And thank you for the compliment, and I think I'll just have a bowl of cereal." I waved off her offer, and opened the cabinet, fishing out a cereal bowl. Valorie tsks at me from behind.
"Carolina, please, let me cook you some pancakes or something, really, it's no trouble." She leans against the counter, jutting her hip out, and I try not to stare.
She's so beautiful...
"Tell you what? You can make me some pancakes when I get home, deal?" I pour some milk over my Fruit Loops. She laughs, and ducks her head. I discreetly bite my lip.
"Isn't your dad bringing pizza home for dinner?" She asks raising an eyebrow knowingly.
"Well, yeah, but I'm sure I'm going to want some pancakes when I get home. Especially if you're making them, Valorie. You make the best pancakes." I say shoving Loops into my mouth, and walking to the island to sit. She chuckles and walks out of the kitchen. I watch her go, as she swings her hips side to side like a graceful angel. I drop my spoon into the bowl and curl my hands into fists.
"Fucking hell..." I mutter to myself. I get up, and dump my cereal down the drain, switching on the garbage disposal. I pick up my keys from the counter, and start for the driveway to my car, the whole way trying not to think about Valorie's perfect round ass, and how much I want to smack it.
