Bitches, Books, Hotties and High School

Chapter Two

{*~Chapter Two~*}

Two days later Vi and I were rushing as the plane left in 3 hours.  Almost all our stuff had already been shipped to Daddy's Californian house. Now we just had last minute decisions. "Should I leave my red heels or my black ones?" Shrugging Violet wasn't much help so I thought, screw it and threw in both. 10 minutes later we were out the door and heading to the airport. The flight itself was long and boring nearly 11 hours and be the time we finally landed it was 10:00 for California and my brain couldn't be bothered to think of what England was. Violet and I woke from our uncomfortable sleep and crankily stumbled off the plane, bags in tow. We had to wait 10 minutes to get through security and 20 for the luggage. By the time we got to the bloody limo the both of us were zonked. 

Arriving at the mansion my eyes were too blearly to process anything, and Vi and I clung to each other as we blindly stumbled our exhausted way up the stairs and into the nearest bedroom. Just before I fell into a deep obliviation I thought I heard a surprised male voice...

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The next morning I slowly opened my sleep encrusted eyes to an unfamiliar blue room and masculine smelling sheets. I must have been really drunk last night because I couldnt remember a thing about who I hooked up with. Then it suddenly came back to me in a rush and I groaned, rolling my head to the side, looking for a clock. There was one right by the bed claiming it was already 11:00 in this country. Rolling my neck to the other side I encountered Violet splayed out on a pillow, a tiny puddle of drool as her companion. Scrubbing at my own mouth I then attempted to smooth down my no doubt wild hair, but gave up after a minute and instead looked for my bags.  Of course they were no where to be found so I busied myself inspecting the room. It seemed immacuately clean, everything in its place, no clothes, nothing. 

Sighing I hauled myself out of bed and as I scrubbed at my eyes, opened the door. Peeking out all I could see was a long hallway, nobody in sight. Straightening my comfty pants and tank top I wandered around till I found a staircase and headed down. In the massive foyer I started taking in the gorgeous paintings and high ceilings. Suddenly though I spotted a maid to my left and called her over. She was about in her twenties and seemed friendly enough. Before I had a chance to speak she cut me off. " Oh you must be Mr. McKenzie's daughter Jade!" 

"Got that right. Would you mind terribly to show me where my suitcases are?" She bobbed her head. "Their in your room m'am. Just follow me."

I tried to memorize her directions, but gave up after a minute. The only thing I managed to retain was the fact that Violet's room was across from mine, three doors down. So I let myself be escorted into a room painted green that looked only slightly smaller then my old one. My bed was there, and my suitcases. Even the walk-in closet had my clothes. The only problem was there was not a single piece of my furniture was there. No stereo, beanie bags, telly, couch or even my fishtank filled with fake fish. What the bloody hell? "Where's all my stuff?"

"Mr. McKenzie thought as part of your punishment it would be best to let you earn it back with good behaviour." I stared at her a moment before the words sunk in.

"Fuck" I cursed angrily.

"There's also punishment for swearing," she told me looking guilty. My vision turned red and I punched the first thing in my vision, which happened to be the wall. Plaster crumbled and a hole the size of my fist appeared. The maid stood there a little shell-shocked and I screamed at her to sod off. Giving a bit of a squeak she obeyed and shut the door quick. 

Grabbing my hair in frustration I decided I needed a shower to calm down. Digging my toiletries from the bottom of my suitcase I made my way into through the walk-in closet to the bathroom. One long, hot shower later I turned off the water, hair dripping. Searching through my clothes I decided on a black Batman tank top and tight jean shorts. Brushing out my blonde hair I left it down and applied my eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. Leaving the steamed up bathroom I sighed looking around at my bare room and the hole in the wall. Maybe Violet was up.

I wandered around for a few minutes, trying to find the room we had crashed in but finally conceded I was lost. Luckily though I spotted the maid from earlier. "Hey you!" I shouted and she turned her expression turning sour when she saw it was me. "What's your name anyway," I asked figuring I've be seeing a lot of her in the future.

"Its Samantha, m'am."

"Oh my god just call me Jade please." I told her shuddering at how old m'am made me sound. "Anywho do you by chance know where the hell the room I slept in is? I left my friend in there so I need to go find her."

"Oh that's Mr. Dawson's room." Strangely enough at the name, the maid blushed a little. " Just keep following the stairs and turn left. First door on the right."

"Mr Dawson?" I asked a teensy bit confused. Had Daddy really recruited a guy to handle Violet and I? Well that wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Mr. Dawson is Mrs. Dawson's son. He's only a year older than you actually."

My eyes nearly popped out of my beautiful head. I had crashed in that guy's bedroom? Briefly I wondered if he was hot but had to shake my mind out of those thoughts. I needed to be good if I wanted my stuff back. Besides Daddy would have a cow if he learned about me sleeping around before and he didn't need to know about it now. Don't get me wrong I wasn't a whore or anything, but I enjoyed some good nookie and as long as I was on the pill and used a rubber what was the problem with that? 

Then the rest of the sentence sunk in and I asked, "Who's Mrs. Dawson?"

"She's in charge of the house, and the two of you. Miss. Banks and you are supposed to report to her as soon as you got up so better get moving."

Internally I groaned. She sounded like a hard arse and if my guess was correct Violet and I were going to have our pretty little hands full. "Thanks," I told the maid Samantha, and followed her directions to the same door I had been greeted by when I woke up. 

Violet was still fast asleep, the drool puddle bigger than ever. "Vi." Gently I shook her shoulder. Again I called her name shaking her a bit harder. "Oh c'mon you useless knob, get up." When she still didn't wake I screamed, "Rise and shine!" And proceeded to yank the blankets off her body, exposing her to the cold morning air.

"Motherfucker!" Violet screeched, bolting up instantly awake. Spying me she tried attacking, but was too weak tired to do much more than swat at me. Grinning while she glared hatefully I told her, "Careful Vi there's punishment for swearing here."

"Oh Jesus its all coming back," she moaned flopping back down and burying her face in the pillow. "Punishment?" She questioned lifting her head up a minute later.

I shrugged. "Don't know what but guess we'll find out when we report to Mrs. Dawson our new 'supervisor'. Oh and we crashed in her son Mr. Dawson's bed." Suggestively I wiggled my eyebrows and Violet hopped out of the bed.

"Oh god is he hot? Where is he?"

"I wish I knew and I have no idea." Rubbing the general direction of her face, she further ruffled her dark hair and replied with a, "I think I need a shower before processing this."

I grinned. "Exactly what I did, my dear partner in crime. Follow me." 

The second time around I actually managed to find my way to my room, and remembering what the maid said, told Violet her room was three doors down on the opposite side. I went into my own and grimaced at the nasty looking hole. Bugger, Daddy was not going to be happy. I needed some fun and distraction instead. Digging once more into my suitcase, I pulled out a cigar box where all my bills were that I had transferred to American last minute. Just because I got a $500 allowance and I was rich, didn't mean I spent it all. I actually managed to save a bunch up as hard as it had been, just so I wouldn't have to be constantly reliant on Daddy and his little plastic friends. 

Fifteen minutes later I heard the water stop and bounded into her purple room, also devoid of furniture. Violet came out dressed in a blue and white half sleeved top, paired off with black shorts and matching ballet flats, similar to my white ones."Come on Vi, we're going shopping."

"But didn't your dad suspend your credit cards?"

"Yes but that doesn't mean I haven't saved anything up." Grinning Violet grabbed a purse and we managed to eventually make our way to the front door. As we headed towards the home stretch though, God decided to come piss on our parade in the form of Mrs. Dawson.