Caged In ( REWRITING )

Chapter Three

Waking up at ten she was coming at lunch time. I would be lying if I wasn't a little bit excited but nervous, what if her and I didn't get along?

Nonna reassured me she is fluent in English and Italian, since she's coming from Italy. Mum's side of the family is all from Florence. I've been there once but I was a baby and so was Renesmae.

Blasting on some Bananarama because they are the coolest girl band ever. I stripper out of my pjs and jumping into the shower I rinsed my hair and lathered it in coconut and honey shampoo.

"It's a cruel, cruel summer! Leaving me here on my own! It's a cruel, cruel summer." I sang whilst swinging my hips side to side and washing the shampoo out and poured some conditioner in my hands and running it through my damp inky black locks. Then pulling my long hair into a bun I grabbed coconut scented soap and washed my body.

Shaving my legs, armpits and my lady bits between my thighs I pulled my hair tie out and rinsed my hair. Smelling my hair to smell it's coconut scent.

Letting out a satisfied hum I turned the shower off and grabbed a towel wrapping it around my body and turning the fan off.

Throwing a towel around my hair and over my head I walked into my room and dried my body off and grabbed a pair of black bra and panties. Slipped on some socks and grabbed a pair of blue ripped denim jeans with a white spaghetti strap tank top and pulled on light black cardigan. It wasn't cold it was nice and warm.

Taking my hair out I dried it off with my hairdryer and brushed it, it fell softly up to my hips and I tucked black strands behind my ear and covering my lips in paw-paw lip balm.

I looked in the mirror. Olive skin, big doe emerald green eyes and full lips. Apple cheeks that were flushed and freckles that covered my nose and softly grazed my cheeks.

I wasn't ugly, nor was I the prettiest girl in the world. I looked more like my mother then I did my father.

I've seen pictures of Renesmae but only when she was fourteen and the freaky thing was we looked so alike. Our mothers are identical twin sisters so that could be the case. It's like we were twins.

Pulling on a pair of white and black checkered vans I grabbed my phone and purse and walked out the house checking the time.

12:10

"Shit!" I yelled and ran to my car. Pushing the key into the ignition it didn't turn on.

"C'mon!" I growled and continued this for five minutes and it didn't turn on. Growling I got out the car and slammed the door shut.

"You stupid car!" I snarled and kicked the door "the one time I need you! You-" I let out a groan and leaned against the car digging through my purse.

Looks like I'm going to have to call a cab.

Signing I searched up a local cab and dialled the number, as I was about to press call a voice interrupted me.

"Need a ride?"

Turning to the voice there stood Nick in a black tank top showing off his biceps and broad shoulders. His tan arms with his left arm that had a sleeve of tattoo's making my mouth water.

He wore black denim ripped jeans and his hair was tied back into a sexy ponytail. Dear god.

My mouth dried as I shamelessly continued to check him out. How can someone look so good whilst wearing casual clothes.

"Dork?"

Snapping out of it I met his chestnut eyes and blushed smiling awkwardly at him.

"Do you need a ride?" He asked again and I looked at my phone then back at him and shook my head "it's fine I can just call a cab or...something." I mumbled.