I put on my too tight shoes and adjust my collar, I have to look perfect. I walk down the vestibule into my parent's room, "Papa, I am ready."I call, to which he gives me a loving smile. He is my rock. He is my light that guides me through the darkness, and more importantly he is my priest. My connection to God, and for that I am forever thankful.
My mother is quick to turn the corner, emerging from the large bathroom. "Chartreuse, you must brush you hair! People will think that I am raising a wild child." Her tone pointed.
I love my mother very much, but she is much more into tough love. It is funny she preaches the word of the Lord but does not practice it. She is very judgemental, and I wish she would change. I know I can not show my annoyance towards her because it would anger her and more importantly it would be disrespectful. I try my best to follow the 10 commandments, and of course it has honour your father and mother, so I always bite my tongue and do what they ask.
I cheerfully walk back into my room and brush auburn my hair, even though I did twice already. I look into the mirror and I meet my own bright blue orbs. My eyes are my favourite part of my body, even though I have been told by many boys at my school I got a 'hot bod', I don't really see it. I have curves, and my waist is small, and by breasts are doubles D's, but I am just not confident. Maybe I need to find someone who will make me confident. My prince charming.
After being beckoned by my mom, I walk down the steps and get into our 2018 Range Rover. My little brother Peter squishing right next to me, leaning on me. It was irritating, but he was young and learning personal space. He has the same bright eyes as me and my mother, but my fathers black hair.
Once we pull up to church, my father is greeted by the usual goers, leaving me to find my friend Erika. Erika's family has been friends with mine since forever, and therefore, we were friends too. I like Erika but she is a little to wild for me. She goes to parties a couple times a months, drinks and does God knows what else. She is a good kid though and still does well is school. She always encourages me to get out there and have some fun, but I am more than content with my ordinary life.
Erika nudges me with her shoulders, "Look who showed up today." I follow where her brown eyes are looking and find Harry, leaning against the church with a cigarette. I do not know how he thinks it is acceptable to show up to church wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans , with his sunglasses barely covering his hangover. I have never drank in my life, and I know that it's weird for a 18 year old to say that, but I just don't see the point of it. Intentionally lowering your inhibitions does not seem smart to me. Maybe it's because I like to be in control. I guess you could call me a perfectionist.
Harry throws his cigarette on the floor and crushes it under his converse covered heel. I can see him walking over to me, and my palms get sweaty. It's not like I haven't talk to him before, he always comes over to tease me, it's just he makes me uncomfortable. He's just so... I don't know. Sexual.
He has his signature smirk, showing off his pearly whites. I wouldn't admit this to anyone, but I wished he didn't have sunglasses on so I could see his green orbs bore into mine. He looked me up and down biting his lip, "True, I see you are in your usual prude clothes." He says smugly.
"First of all, don't call me True. Second, it is church. It's not some motorcycle gang," I gesture to his jacket.
"Whatever you say baby." He winks at me, and I can my cheeks turning red. This is what I mean when he makes me uncomfortable. He always gets me flustered.
"Aww, nothing for me Harry?" Erika jokes. Erika has always had the biggest crush on Harry, and I am pretty sure they made out a few times. That's what hooking up means right? Harry is a lady's man that cannot stick to one girl. Erika on the other hand is a little different. She always does stuff with people she actually likes, so I feel bad she's stuck on Harry because he will never want her that way. It must suck to be stuck on someone like Harry.
"Hmmm, maybe next weekend at my party. My parents are gone so I'm throwing a banger. Bring your own drinks though...Oh and maybe bring True if she can get that stick out of her ass." He smirks before turning away and heading into church with his polished family.
I huff in annoyance and Erika just grips my arm. "Oh, you are totally going to that party! And you can be my DD, because I want to get hammered." She squeals.
I don't say anything because I know she will fight me on it. I'll just tell her later there is no way in heck I am going.
The church service is entertaining, and I listen intently, but cannot help but notice Harry staring at me a few pews behind. I don't know why he doesn't just leave me alone. We have nothing in common except we come from nice family. We do not belong together or even in the same room for that matter.
Or do we?
