My Dreams, His Reality (Sample)

9. "Why do you hate Harper so much, Zara?"

Chapter Nine: "Why do you hate Harper so much, Zara?"

I took my bag and changed out of my uniform as Stephanie took charge behind the counter. I sent a quick goodbye to Monique and Antony. I thought I would be at Natalie's house for the sleepover by 8 but I was running a little late.

I wasn't worried about the fact that I didn't have clothes with me, I would just borrow Natalie's.

I got in my car and started driving towards Natalie's house. I had to give my details to the security man posted on the gate of the colony Natalie lived in. The same colony where Harper lives in.

Why does this colony even need security guards?! It was not as if Arada was full of cutthroats and criminals.

I parked in Natalie's driveway.

Her house held a modern yet conservative touch to it. With light cream walls and two huge pillars supporting the patio, the house was simply magnificent. The wide garden wrapped around the house and gave it a soothing aura. The house consisted of two floors and many rooms, all brilliantly furnished.

I knocked at the door, waiting for the maid to open the door. Yeah, Nat was that rich! The maid knew me, so she opened the door and let me in. She had seen me spending countless nights in the mansion.

I greeted her and stepped in the foyer. Soft lights dominated the entrance giving a soft and welcoming glow.

I climbed the staircase and headed towards Natalie's room, where I knew Samantha would be too.

The three of us took full liberties when we were at each other's houses. It had always been this way. So, instead of knocking and waiting for permission to enter the room, I simply walked in, hoping that both of them were decent.

Both of them never found it odd to strip in front of each other. They said they found nudity liberating and easy, but it had always been awkward for me. And it was not like of they were lesbians or something, they were just that comfortable around each other. I never failed to wonder how, though, after some time I accepted it. But I still refrained from publicly showing my tits.

Luckily for me, they were decent, well decent for them, but I could still live with whatever little clothing they had on. Both of them were sprawled on the bed, wearing nothing but their pushup bras and shorts that were barely covering their butt cheeks while music blasted in the room.

They were bobbing their heads to the rhythm of the music and were so lost that they didn't even realise that I was standing there.

I smiled wickedly as I ran and threw my body on the bed and landed on top of them. They immediately jerked up from the sudden weight and shot me a murderous look.

"Ah! This is bliss." I stretched my arms and covered as much space on them as I could while hitting Nat in the face and Sam in her stomach. I opened my eyes and enjoyed their irritation.

All of a sudden, they pushed me off the bed. I landed on my butt and looked at them with narrowed eyes. They both looked at each other and laughed hysterically.

I pouted and crossed my arms.

"These puppy dog eyes won't work on us, Zara." Natalie said between her bouts of laughter.

"Oh, hush!" I got up from the bed, while rubbing my sore bottom and plopped down on the bed between the two of them.

"Before you join the party, you gotta change, Zara." Samantha said.

They had this weird rule about being as naked as possible on sleepovers. Because to them, naked equalled to comfort. I never got that logic.

"Yeah, I know." I grabbed the set of shorts and crop top Natalie laid out for me. Even she knew I wasn't going to move around her house in just underwear.