Abhor

Chapter 2

"So which one?" Isabelle questioned, twirling around in a red checkered skirt that had her white tee shirt tucked in. 

I grinned where I laid on my stomach, feet crossed in the air as not to touch her bed. This was the second outfit she was modeling for me, the time already reaching six o'clock. Due to our detention, we'd a late start on our homework. Our progress had been further delayed, what with Isabelle's nervous blubbering about her upcoming date.

I pursed my lips, thinking of the two skirts. "This one" I finally said with the jerk of my chin, confident in my decision. Isabelle looked down at her skirt, pursing her lips in puzzlement. 

Her eyes met mine once again, eyebrows furrowing in thought. "Really?" she questioned with a soft sigh. It was painfully obvious that she wanted this date to go perfectly, but I couldn't blame. I know I hate lacrosse guys, but he was hot. 

Smiling, I nodded. "Yes. It brings out your eyes and complements your hair. Plus, it is very flattering around your waist" I giggled, my eyebrows wiggling suggestively. 

Isabelle burst into laughter before she changed back into her sweatpants. Plopping down on the bed next to me, she began to paint her nails a burgundy red. "You know, you actually have a pretty good eye for fashion. You should try taking your own advice sometime" Isabelle complimented.

I smiled softly down at my hands, scratching gently at my knuckles. I used to dress up for school everyday, but ever since my mom- I just haven't been up to it. It's not that I dressed poorly, but it wasn't how you say girly enough? No, it's not flirty enough. Hence the no boyfriend, I guess. 

Glancing down at what I was wearing, I admired my black skinny jeans that met the bottom of my army green tank top. Plus, I was able to match my leather jacket and combat boots pretty well. Looking back up at Isabelle, I couldn't help but realize what she was saying. Maybe I should try dressing up sometime. 

My phone beeped, snapping me out of my thoughts. There was one new text.'Emma where are you? Its almost your curfew!' Step Monster texted. 

A sigh of exasperation escaped me, that hot sense of annoyance settling over my skin. She isn't my real mother. She's my stepmother, who's only been my stepmother for nearly sixth months. And, I hate her. 

With a groan, I rose to my feet, stretching before grabbing my bag off of the bed. "Where are you going?" Isabelle whined, her eyes wide with panic. "I still need advice on what to say! And what fork do I use at the restaurant? Oh God, what if I have to pee?" Isabelle panicked, her breath uneven and ragged. 

I chuckled at her innocent face, shaking my head softly. Not that I had more experience. We were both virgins who had never really had a boyfriend. Isabelle just seemed to a bit more...sheltered when it came to everyday situations. 

"Sheila texted" I told her, grinning as Isabelle rolled her eyes in mutual detest. "And as for the rest of the stuff, you'll be fine. He'll love you." I promised with a comforting smile. 

Grinning shyly, Isabelle put down the bottle of the nail polish before walking to the door. "I hope you're right. Otherwise we're gonna need a sad romantic movie and lots of Ben and Jerrys" she joked softly, glancing nervously at me while I rolled my eyes. 

"Text me after your date tomorrow, yeah?" I asked, giving her arm a comforting squeeze. 

Before shutting the door, Isabelle gave me a soft nod. I jogged down the stairs before reaching the front door, slipping outside.

Glancing up at the sky, the grey clouds that coated the sky began to open, fat drops of rain splattering the driveway beneath me. "What a perfect ending to a perfect day" I mumbled, jogging to my car as the rain began to come down harder.