New Life

The Drive

It's been two months since I met Nevaeh, she's been great we still live together. I started high school last week, it's been hard balancing school work with a job, but I've learned to manage. I work at the little coffee shop we always go to, Cup-O-Joe, it's a nice job super easy. My day working there mostly consists of taking the orders and washing the mugs after so I don't have the excruciating stress of making coffee for the complicated people. Oh, and I did meet Zak and Jay like Zeki wanted me too, surprisingly they were exactly like I pictured yet so different. That was a crazy day...

... "Jessie hurry up and get ready! Why are you taking so long anyway you are meeting our friend's boyfriend it's not like you can date him!" Nevaeh yelled from the kitchen.

"I'm not trying to date him I just want to make a good impression and not make him think I'm a total slob." I retorted, rolling my eyes and finishing putting on my mascara. I grabbed my purse and flattened my dress down as I ran down the stairs. I had a simple brown eye look with a bold red lip and a slight blush. All of my makeup went really well with my candy red dress that was slightly faded because of my intense love for it, or maybe it's because I wear it at least once a week and washing something that much is kind of bad for the color. I also had a red bandana tied in my dirty blonde hair.

When I made it to the kitchen I noticed Nevaeh was wearing her normal clothes, a dark leather jacket with a gray sweater and white collared shirt underneath along with mahogany skinny jeans and black spiked combat boots. However, her hair was very different, she had flat ironed the back and taken the top front and tied it into two little buns on the top of her hair, while most of the time she leaves it in her natural afro. I've always loved her hair, how it has so much volume and the brown highlights she added to the natural black, it all comes together to make it so beautiful. She doesn't have any makeup on, not that she ever does, but if I'm being honest she doesn't need it her face already has chiseled features and with the estrogen, she takes it's softened to a more feminine chisel. Her eyes are wide and such a beautiful milky shade of brown, she disagrees but I like them better than my hazel eyes.

She looks at me innocently, like most times since I take so long to get ready, and grabs me by the arm ushering me out the door. We walk and drive in utter silence since I'm too nervous about meeting new people to make much quality conversation. My mind races about what they will think about me, that's part of the reason I tried so hard to get ready and look good.

I start to get confused when we take a right instead of the normal left that we take to get to our favorite dinner or coffee shop. As we drive down, in my opinion, very shady back ways we exit into an open almost mall parking lot looking area. We drive straight down the middle of the lot for another minute before I see an old building come into view. Before I could even ask what it was Nevaeh was explaining.

"This is our secret hid out we have our 'meetings' here. It uses to be a really big hotel, so it has lots of rooms and stuff but we stay in the main lobby mostly and hang out there."

"Oh, naturally. Everyone just has that old hotel they hang out in." I laugh out of disbelief. That place is huge it looked to be at least six or seven stories and was as big as a Sears in a mall, like a width and lengthwise.