Rogue Undecided

.:~Chapter eight~:.

I haven't left my room in a while. It's been three days since the run in with the pack members, and I swear, every single night since then, I've hear growling outside my window.

It's like come on. You growl at me one more time and I will bite your tail off.

After I got dress and ran from the pack members, successfully avoiding getting attacked, I went to the paint store where I bought some turquoise and black paint, than the home interior store where I bought new blankets and pillows and curtains and rugs, and on and on and on and on. That's what I've been doing the past three days. Renovating.

I put my paintbrush down and stepped back to admire my handy work. My once pink and white poka- doted walls were now black with a turquoise trim. My overly bright white carpet now had a huge black rug thrown over top of it, and my pink bed now was black with turquoise pillows and blankets. My curtains were turquoise, and all of my doors were white. I smiled in happiness. Much better.

I threw open my windows as I turned up my music. I had a slight headache from the paint fumes, but other than that I was the happiest I've been in a while.

I'm so fancy

You already know

I'm in the fast lane

From LA to Tokyo

I sung along to my music, swaying my hips slightly to the beat as I put the finishing touches on my room. I heard footsteps on the stairs, and almost instantly my door was open.

"Farrah, will you please turn that music dow--Ahhhh!"

I flinch at Emily's high pitched scream before quickly recovering and plastering a smirk onto my face.

"You could of at least knocked first" my voice was snotty as were my words.

"What did you do to your room!?"

"What does it look like I did?" I flashed her a smile. ''Don't you just love it?"

Emily threw her hands up in an exasperated manner. "Farrah, I worked so hard on your room! I thought you would love it!"

"Than you apparently don't know me"

Emily sighed. "Yeah, apparently not"

Than she exited my bedroom without saying another word.

~*~

Emily hasn't really said anything to me since yesterday afternoon when she saw my new renovated room. She hasn't even tried to start a conversation. She would through me glances every now and again, but quickly avert her eyes almost instantly. It was like she was waiting for me to apologize. I didn't understand though. It was just a room, so why was she so upset?

I decided to brush it off and go one with my life. If she wanted an apology, than I hope she realized that she is never going to get one.

I never apologize, like ever. I never have anything to apologize for. I'm always right, so why expect me to apologize for being the more logical one out of us two?

I decided to go shopping today. Jim dropped the bomb on me that I would be attending the local high school starting tomorrow. I took that as an excuse to spend some of their money.

When Jim first told me that I was attending the high school, I freaked out. I've never gone to public school before. I've always been homeschooled, and taught by my parents. I've never experienced having to open a locker, or having a schedule, or homework! So just thinking about trying to conquer all of that without looking like an idiot, I had a small panic attack.