High School Not So Sweetheart

High School Not So Sweetheart ch.6

SIX

After I helped Lorelei close up sometime around eight and headed home, I walked into an empty house. Morgan texted me before I left saying she was going to the movies with Tom, who she was hanging out with a lot lately. Therefore, I couldn't resist making fun of her in my reply, which she didn't really appreciate. 

Aunt Julie and Uncle Phil were out at a business dinner or something, and apparently Logan was out with my nemesis, Flemmy. So, that meant I was alone, in a huge house at night; a deadly combination, if you ask me. This is how numerous horror films start. You know, the girl is all alone in her house, it starts raining outside, the power goes out, and the killer find an easy way into the house. 

Well, at least there was no chance of the power going out since it wasn't raining. 

Or at least it wasn't until I made it in my house. Why is it that every time I say something like that, it happens anyway? It must be my bad luck kicking in. 

Anyway, I wasn't afraid of the typical horror film plot, so I'd be fine until someone came home. I made myself some soup since it was cooler than usual during the summer, and plopped right in front of the TV. Flipping through the channels, I ignored the rather loud noise of rain drops hitting the window. Actually, it was quite soothing at first, until it started annoying me when I started watching Inception. I was right at the epic part towards the end of the movie when the lights in the house started to flicker, before they went completely out. 

"No, this can't be happening! Did the power really go out?!" I yelled, even though nobody but myself could hear me. I looked out the window to see how bad the storm was, and noticed the house across the street still had their lights on. In fact, it seemed like all the other houses on the street had power except my house. What the hell? 

I fumbled for my phone before I started dialing Morgan's number, until I realized I didn't want to ruin her date with Tom (even if it wasn't really a date, according to her). I didn't want to interrupt Aunt Julie and Uncle Phil's dinner, so calling them was out of the question. That left Logan, though he was still a little touchy about me hating his girlfriend, so getting him to leave was probably a bad idea at the moment. That left no one. 

Or at least the left no one that I wanted to call, but I needed someone to call since I had absolutely no idea what to do, and calling the police for something like this seemed a bit wasteful since other people could get mugged by the time they showed up at my house. 

"Hello?" he answered after I dialed his number. 

"My power's out," I said. 

"Well it's raining outside, so sometimes that happens," he stated. 

"No, I mean my power is out. Everyone else on the street has power," I told him. 

"What? No way, then you probably just blew a fuse or something." 

I paused. "Is that bad?" 

"Uh, yeah." 

"Okay, so what do I do now?" 

He sighed into the phone. "You wait until I get there before you electrocute yourself trying to fix it. Your hair is already frizzy enough." 

"It is not!" I yelled into the phone. I heard him laugh before hanging up. That stupid jerk. 

About twenty minute later, Tristan stepped into the house without knocking or ringing the doorbell. He dropped his soaked jacket onto the floor near the door and walked straight to the garage. Curious, I followed him to see what he had to fix.