Turn Your Face

(02)

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, admiring how I looked. I expected we were going somewhere special for dinner do I wore some nice dress pants and a nice shirt with black heels that clunked when I walked. 

When, I checked around the room, they had already bought some clothes for me. They knew my size and everything, I wonder how they knew I was a medium in pretty much everything. 

I applied some light makeup but dark eyeliner, trying not to run everything over the top, I shoved my phone into my pocket and checked the clock. 6:58pm. 

I walked back downstairs and into the kitchen, a young man stood there drinking some milk from the fridge, through the carton. 

I was disgusted, my father would've spanked me big time had I done that a long time ago. 

"I don't live here, but I'm sure that you own cups." I said, a little louder than I wanted too. I was expecting just under my breath and I pretty much yelled it at him. 

He gave me a confused look, I looked at what he was wearing, some jeans and a black button up shirt that had short sleeves with black converse, my basic look but I needed to look halfway decent tonight. 

"You're right, you don't live here, so you have no right to tell me what to do." He said, continuing to drink from the carton until the milk was all gone. 

"You're digsuting. But, you're right. I don't live here and really, I didn't tell you what to do, I gave you an option as to what to do. Maybe you should've used it, you've completely ruined good milk." I said, taking the milk carton that he laid on the counter and threw it into the garbage. 

I heard the clink clanks of someone else coming down the stairs, I saw Rosalie and Allen. They were both dressed formly, with some dress pants and nice shirts. I felt a little out of place though, it looked like Rosalie had on no makeup and was completely and utterly beautiful. 

"I see you've met your new brother, Griffin, this is Bekah." She said, making me shake his hand. He shook gently and let go. He took out his phone and started texting. 

"Oh, Bekah, did you find your surprise?" Allen asked, while making the text motion with his fingers, I chuckled and took my phone out of my little purse that I kept with tampons and some extra makeup in case I needed anything. 

"Yes, I did and thank you guys so much." I smiled, going to hug them, but realizing I probably shouldn't. I litterally just met these people. 

I put the phone back into my purse and allowed them to take me to their car and get in. Stuff was in the other seat so, I sat in the middle right next to Griffin, I felt uncomfortable, yet soothing when I felt his leg rub against mine. 

He stayed on his phone the whole ride there, texting someone named Riley. I guess, they were together. He called her baby and said the same cliche things that every other relationship's say. I want something different and guys never want that, they want to say "always" when you should say like "cheese" or something different from always. 

Besides, nothing lasts forver. Not even love. 

...

"Can I get you guys something to drink?" The nice waitress says, standing in her short skirt and a red shirt that let her cleavage continuously show. She kept staring at Griffin and even though he didn't notice, I did. 

"Water please," I say, after hearing Griffin say Mountain Dew. His eyes were glued into the shiny device in his hand. 

"Dammit Grif, would you please put your phone down," The word dammit scared me, especially coming from Allen who looks as though, he was about to rip Griffin's arm off if he didn't lay it down. 

He slammed it onto the table and looked at me, mouthing, 'thanks alot little sister,' I didn't want to be called sister. My name was Bekah and nothing else please. 

"Anyway, so are you excited about getting the ankle brace off?" Allen asked, staring at Griffin who smiled back at him and said, "Yeah, coach said I could play tomorrow finally. Maybe by Halloween, I'll be ready to start playing against people." He said, I could see that he loved playing whatever sport he enjoyed, I saw it in his eyes. 

"Ankle brace? What happened?" I asked, knowing that Griffin was going to have a snide comment. 

"Wouldn't you like to know," I heard Griffin say under his breath, I was right. Rosalie  sighed hardly and begin speaking to me about the condition. 

"Last month, Griffin scored a touch down right as someone tackled him and he was bent over backwards before his ankle got crushed underneath the man who tackled him and had to keep the brace on for a month before he could play football again." 

That sounded painful. 

...

After dinner, not many words were said during the car ride home. Once we arrived, I piled out of the car and walked into the house and to my room. Tomorrow was Thursday, and I'm really nervous about being enrolled in the same school that Griffin is in. 

I sat on the bed, thinking about what to wear tomorrow, should I go with subtle, or out of the box crazy. I look through my Hot Topic things and decide on red tight skinny jeans and a cute black shirt with a red skull and crossbones. 

I lay them on my desk and walk into the bathroom that I realize, I have to share with Griffin, who's room connects to it, like mine. I walk inside and get out a toothbrush that they had in a container labeled, "BEKAH" 

I laughed and put some toothpaste on it, before running it over my sensitive teeth. I brush tenderly, before rinsing my mouth and walking back to my room. I plug my phone up and sliver under the covers, before drifting deeply into sleep.