Falling in Love

Chapter 5

Christina's POV:

Angelina. She was in her usual get up, a cute tank top with a tight mini skirt, dark wavy hair flowing down and her flawless make up, 100% CAP material. A deep smirk on her face and her poison charcoal eyes completed her bad girl look. She pursed her lips and smiled sweetly. "Lose the attitude, Angie cakes." Paris gritted her teeth and did her infamous hands on hips expression. "B-but, I was just trying to be nice." Angelina faked a sigh, her hands clutched to her chest, but her eyes didn't join in the act, looking steely and evil as always. "What brings you here anyway, Angelina? What happened to The Coach? Coming to a low class street shop, why, daddy didn't take away those credit cards, did he?" I retorted, earning a dirty look from the sales girl near by, who obviously didn't appreciate her shop being called low class. Angelina's fake smile faltered. "Watch your mouth," she bit her lower lip, adding a fresh layer of Insane Irresistable lip gloss. She wrinkled her nose. "What is that stench by the way? Is that your new perfume, Paris? Garbage Dump? It goes with your look." Oh no she didn't. Angelina had crossed the line. No one imsulted Paris' sense of fashion. No one. With swift motion, I stepped in front of Paris so I was between them before they could start hair pulling, also just in time to stop Paris from kicking her in the shins. "Get lost, Angelina, or I'm getting the security." Angelina rolled her eyes and swayed her hips, she sashayed over to the entrance. "Hey handsome, mind opening that door for me?" She said sweetly towards the security officer. Like most other males, he automatically pulled the door open for her, adding a bow that we didn't get when we entered. Angelina blew a kiss and looked straight at me, and I swore she mouthed the words, Stay away from Sebastian, he's mine. It all paid off to see her scream when a pour of rain showered over her.

« 2 hours later »

Paris dropped me off at The Coop, begging me to keep her updated on babysitting at 6. "Call me after babysitting!" She rolled open the window and shouted. Just great. I stumbled into the house. Front door unlocked as always. "How was shopping?" Mom queried. Warm grey eyes and a welcoming smile, I bet Mom's hate list wouldn't even last a page. She was in her favorite apron, well, her only apron. A little burnt and the color was a little faded off after many trips in the washing machine, but it was still usable. "Cookies after babysitting?" She laughed. "You're the best, Mom." I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and turned to go up the spiral wooden stairs, each step creaking as I did so. When I got to my room, I flopped onto the bed, snuggling under the covers. 

 

Crap, what time is it? I woke up with a jerk. My eyes adjusting to the light. Groggily, I sat on my bed, trying to remember what I was supposed to do. Rubbing my temples, I looked at the bedside digital clock, reading a 6:14. Babysitting. Shoot, I'm already late! I got out of bed and changed into my clothes and washed my face. Wrestling with my stubborn hair, I cursed bad luck. Like of all times I could have got a bad hair day, why today? I did another check on the time, 6:22. I decided that I'll walk and comb at the same time. Rushing downstairs, I saw an unfamiliar car parked right in front of our lawn. Thoughts of abduction and kidnapping immediately rushed in. Ugh, I watch too much horror and mystery shows, and trust issues aren't helping. I went outside and I walked towards the car cautiously. It was a shiny black cadillac, the one I always look through car magazines and stare at for a long time. Hey, a girl can dream. The driver's window rolled down and a guy in dark glasses looked at me. I was about to make out who he was when the rolled the windows back up and reached over to open the door of the seat opposite of his. "Who the hell are you?" I yelled and placed a foot on the side of the car, where there was a small platform. "Good day to you too. And feet off my car!" I jumped backwards before he reached over to kick my foot. "You're late, honey. Get in." He's voice confirmed it was Sebastian and I got into the car. He reversed the car and changed route to his house. We stood there in silence for a while and he finally spoke up. "Nice hair." I turned my face towards him so he wouldn't see the huge afro growing from my head. It wasn't helping that he was driving so fast that I almost missed Mrs Park past us. Believe me, she was no small size.  "Aren't you afraid of getting a speed ticket?" I stuttered nervously. "Nah, the police here stink at their jobs." To prove the point, I saw a police snoring off a mile away. "You know its only a 10 minute walk from my house to yours?" I rolled my eyes. "You know its only a 2 minute drive from my house to yours?" He mimicked my expression. "Only because you were speeding!" I protested as we pulled out in front of his massive mansion. "Hey, the sun is scorching. Ever heard of being thankful?" Sebastian parked the car and we both got out of the cadillac and got into the house. "Christine! Christine!" The twins rushed to meet us. "Why do I never get a 'Sebastian! Sebastian!' ?" Sebastian looked highly insulted and walked past them. "I missed you guys!" I kneeled and gave them a hug. "Why are you so late? Mom was so worried you got into an accident or something." Lindsay said. Crap, Mrs Richards! I felt a tap on my shoulder and jumped. "Christine! What happened?" She said worriedly. "Errands." No way I'm telling her I overslept. "Your hair- quite a fashion statement." Raised eyebrow. "Oh, forgot to comb?" I smiled tightly and hoped she bought it. "Ah, a case of mad hair, I see? I'll fix that. Sebastian, bring her to my room and grab one of those bottles of hair straighting products won't you?" I swore Sebastian was squirming. "Yeah mom." He mumbled, taking his shades off. "Have fun kids!" She kissed them all on the forehead and left.