This Summer

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I was waiting for the toast to spring out of the toaster when the door rang. I sighed, it was half eleven and I had decided to have a really long lie in. Today it was only seventeen degrees so it was considerably cooler than yesterday and I didn’t see that there was that much point in going out. My hair was scraped back into a messy bun and I was in some tracksuit I had found in my wardrobe.

I made my way into the hallway and opened the front door.

“Hey, oh....” I really tried not to let my face fall when I saw the B-lafz on the other side of my door. “Can I help you?” I asked stiffly.

Bethan there as usual in a baby pink mini halter neck dress and killer heels looked me up and down. “Where’s Ashley?”

“Not in.” I replied stiffly.

“Alright, no need to get snappy with us.” Abigail commented playing with her hooped earrings.

“Where is she?” Zoë asked from the back of the group.

I looked at Zoë for the first time in ages. Her beautiful brunette hair which it has once been was now matted and brittle from the amount of times it had been backcombed, her face was boarder lining the colour of a packet of Doritos, her eyebrows were thickly drew onto her face and she was wearing  a denim mini skirt and a white bandeau.

“She’s still out.” I replied.

“Where are Frankie and Lucy?” I asked noticing they weren’t in their usual group places.

“That, Shawna, is none if your business.” Bethan replied with an evil glint to her eye.

They all turned around to walk off; I turned around and kicked the front door shut but when I didn’t hear it click I turned around to find Bethan with her foot wedged there stopping it from closing completely.

“What do you want?” I asked narrowing my eyes.

She smirked. “Oh nothing, just hope you have a nice summer.” And with that she smiled at me and closed my front door. Bethan was up to something and that something was going to be aimed at me.

My mom and Ashley arrived only fifteen minutes after the B-lafz were after her and Ashley danced into the living room with a huge bunch of white roses which she was hugging with both of her arms.

“Hey Ash.”

“Shawna.” She said gleefully. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I shrugged.

“Will got them for her.” My mother turned and told me dropping her own and Ashley’s luggage onto the carpet. “I can’t remember the last time your Father brought me flowers, must be a good five years.” She sighed and combed through her hair.

I gave my mom a weak smile kind of feeling sorry for her.

“I just don’t know where to put them.” Ashley beamed twirling around. She was wearing a halter neck floral dress with patent Mary Janes.

The doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it.”

I went to the door and was met with another armful of roses this time they were blue. I thanked the delivery guy and shut the front door with my back because my arms were so full. I walked back into the living room and Ashley squealed when she saw the bouquet and immediately took them off me. My mom gasped.

“Those are real blue roses.”

“And?” I asked her.

“Years I’ve tried to grow blue roses and they’ve never worked and you can tell they haven’t been dyed as well.”

I rolled my eyes. “What do they symbolise?” I asked.

“White roses symbolize innocence and purity and blue roses symbolize mystery and to others attainting the impossible a blue rose given can symbolize the rarity of your partner. You have attained the impossible.” My mom finished with an airy look on her face.

Ashley smiled. “That is the cutest thing ever, Will must think so much about me.”

I rolled my eyes again. “Or he just went to a really expensive florist and handed them over a big wad of cash for their best roses.”

Ashley narrowed her eyes at me. “Shut up Shawna.”

“What? It’s the truth.” I replied grabbing my toast from the toaster and lathering butter on it.

“What would you know about love?” Ashley snapped at me.

“I know enough to have my own opinion in Will Brantley.”

Ashley scowled. “Oh yeah and what’s that?” She asked me her fists clenched.

“That he is a heartless pig who doesn’t deserve any love cast upon his heart of stone.” I replied through clenched teeth looking down at Ashley.

“Should I tell you what I think?” She yelled.

“Go ahead.” I yelled back.

“I think you’re just jealous of me, my fiancé and this whole wedding. Just because you’ve never felt love and you’ve never had someone as good looking as Will even approach you there’s is no need to take it out on me.” She shouted fuming.

I laughed. “You thought wrong.” I hissed through my teeth.

Ashley didn’t really look like she’d just listened to what I’d just said and yelled over me. “Well you know what you can keep your nose out of my wedding.”

With that she turned around and marched upstairs and the slamming of her bedroom door echoed all around the house. My mother walked into the kitchen as I was pouring myself a glass of orange juice.

“There was no need for that Shawna.” My mom scolded.

I sighed. “You know what Mother I couldn’t care less.”

And before she could say anything else to me about how I had upset her poor darling Ashley’s feelings and how she was stressed because of the wedding  I brushed passed her with my glass and made my way to my room.