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Two Different Worlds {3}

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Two Different Worlds

Chapter Three:

-Samantha’s point of view-

I fisted my hand and gave the door another knock, but there was no answer. Maybe there was no one inside. I fixed my glasses and knocked again, hoping to get an answer. I won’t deny that I needed his help as much as he needed mine. Unfortunately, the answer was the same or I may that there was no answer at all. I sighed running a hand through my hair as I hesitated on whether I should head to my car and go back home or stay here and wait. After a moment I decided to go with the former.

When I opened my car door and was about to hop inside of it, the wooden brown door opened at last and I heard John’s voice saying, “Bye Clair dear. Today was great; maybe we should do it again.” I decided on closing my car door and facing him. He was accompanied by a tall red headed girl that I have seen a couple of times on the school grounds.

“My name is Clara, actually. But don’t worry sweet pie you will defiantly get used to it.” Yeah like that’s going to happen, the poor girl she doesn’t know what’s waiting for her, she would be considered quite lucky if she got to see his face again. “I’ll see you around honey,” Clara said blowing him a kiss and shooting me a death glare on her way to her car. If only looks could kill, but she seriously needed to relax I mean I would never steel her supposedly boyfriend in a life time.

“Nerd, welcome to my crib,” John greeted with a big goofy grin plastered on his face as he spread both arms offering to hug me. My cheeks were on flames, but I declined his offer as I made my way inside of the house. “Girls would kill to be at your place you know? And yet here you are declining my hug. I am hurt.” He puts a hand on his heart and I just ignore him.

I got inside, putting my bag on the kitchen counter and sitting on the living-room arm chair. This is my third time here, I came twice before to give John the math lessons and let me tell you that guy was a complete idiot, anyway today was all about me and my make-over. He followed behind me and sat on the couch just next to me. “So what are your plans for today?”

“Today is the fun day, I am going to torture you,” John stated grinning at me broadly and I might have regretted asking for his help. “Don’t worry; it’s not physical or verbal torture. I am just going to enjoy your struggle at wearing girly stuff. And although I am seriously going to be bored to death watching you shop, but your face is going to be worth it all.”

“I won’t buy girly stuff, ewe that’s gross,” I told him. “Anyway let’s get going.” I made my way to the door and he followed closely behind. His car was nice, looked a bit expensive and I was seriously surprised to finding so clean, I have always had an idea that guys were a bit nasty and didn’t take care of their stuff and well I guess I was proved wrong.

On our way to the mall, I wondered what we were going to do. I mean yes I was excited, having a make-over is exciting but I was nervous. What if I fail? Or what if I embarrass and humiliate myself? What if I fell wearing the freaking heels? I mean after years of experience I had figured that I have a tendency to embarrass myself in front of the guy I am crushing on and John being an ultimate jerk at times made the matters even worse.