I decided to take my time getting dressed. There was a baggy Aerosmith t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts with frays at the bottom laying at the end of the bed. I looked at the size and it was a size bigger than me, but it'll have to work. I slipped off Jason's hoodie, and put on the shorts and then the shirt. The shorts weren't as baggy as I thought they would be. I looked in the body mirror that was in the corner and looked at, just, my body. I had gotten a little bit smaller, but I can barely tell a difference.
I went into the bathroom, looking down at my toes to avoid looking up at the mirror. I opened up a cabinet, wondering what's inside. I found towels large and small. I grabbed a small one and ran cold water over it. I grabbed the bar of soap that was in it's little dish on the counter. I lathered up the towel and gently washed my cheeks, then my chin, back to my cheeks to my nose, under my eyes and to my forehead. I made sure to get under my chin to my neck. The cold rag felt amazing over my warm skin. I scrubbed to make sure all of the makeup that was left on my face was gone.
"Izzy! What's the hold up?" I heard Jason coming up the stairs. I ignored him and rinsed off the rag. I cupped my hands full of water and washed off the soap. I did this a couple times before turning off the faucet. Shit.I forgot to grab a dry towel. I slowly felt my way to the cabinet, trying not to open my eyes. I felt the knob and pulled it and felt for the soft fabric of another towel. I took one and dabbed my face dry.
"Izzy?" Jason's voice was much closer. I kept the towel up against my face and took a deep breath. Can I just stay here where it's warm, soft and dark? I put the towels in an empty hamper that was in the corner of the room. I walked out to see Jason walking into the room.
"Knock much?" I asked as I walked up to him. He just rolled his eyes and walked back downstairs. Shit, I was just joking but whatever. I took one last look around the room before walking out and shutting the door behind me. I looked down the hallway and saw nothing but a corridor of doors. At the end of the hall was a spiral staircase. I wonder where that goes? I turned and headed down the hardwood stairs, I could hear men laughing and talking from the kitchen. I took my time going down the stairs; I'm honestly nervous to just walk into a kitchen full of men.
"What is taking her so long? IZZY!" I rolled my eyes at Jason's impatient attitude. I can tell that sooner or later he is really going to be getting on my nerves. I turned and stood at the doorway of the kitchen. There were about four other guys besides Jason, but there wasn't just men in the kitchen. There was one other lady. She looked about my age maybe a bit older. She had deep dark red hair, tattoos and piercings. She looked fierce, but maybe she's nice. Jason came up to me and raised his eyebrows. I raised mine back at him and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Guys...This is Elizabeth. She's a...friend..from school." I could tell Jason was not comfortable introducing me. So I stepped in a little.
"Hey.. It's nice to meet you guys... You can call me Izzy..by the way. As you could have already guessed that by Mr. Loud Mouth over here." The guys chuckled at my remark and it made me smile. The other girl chuckled and smiled at me. She got down from the bar stool and walked up to me. She was tall but maybe a couple inches taller than me. When she came up to me, she stopped and crossed her arms. She looked at me up and down, almost as if she was evaluating me. She took a couple glances over to Jason before looking at me. I wanted to cover myself. I didn't understand what was going on.
She finally held out her hand, waiting for me to take it. I slowly reached over to shake her hand. "I'm Ski, S-K-I. I know it's weird. You'd think my parents would have had spelled it like it really sounds." Ski rolled her eyes with a big smile. Her green eyes really caught my attention. I smiled at her, "It's nice to meet you, Ski. And I like how it's spelled. It's original." Her eyes gave off a vibe. I couldn't help but smile. It's nice to be around a kind person again.
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Blood Lines
Ficção Adolescente"Once you're in, there's no way out." ""She's right, you know?" Jason said as he slowly walked back down the stairs with his hands shoved in his pockets of those dark skinny jeans. "What? That I'm a nerd? Or that you're hot?" I called out from the...
