Lucky Number 25

Chapter 6: My Grandma Has A Gang?

(A/N: Please read the ending of the previous chapter if you forgot what the story was about. I recommend reading the ending of the previous chapter actually before starting this chapter. Sorry for the kinda late update. Hope this chapter makes up for it! Enjoy :))

And here she comes.

"Soooooooo." Tessie grinned maniacally. "Gotta go shopping for hair spray, dye, a new curling iron, and of course, a beautiful dress."

I groaned. It's happened every year. Every single freakin' year. Mrs. Shayfer always assigns dance make-up assignments. It's the only thing I dread about Beauty Class. Oh well, at least my blubber has still managed to stay inside my jeans.

"Yea..." I feigned enthusiasm. "Just don't pound-cake my face. PLEASE. DON'T."

"I won't! Nothing to be worried about!" Tessie singsonged while giving me a noogie. I struggled, but I managed to get out of her grasp. I hate when she does that mainly because I'm OLDER!

"Phft, yea right buttliar." I muttered under my breath.

Class was dismissed and I trudged towards my locker, bumping into a few people along the way. Once I finally reached my locker I entered my locker combo. I yanked the lock; it was stubborn. "Dangit! This always happens when I'm in a hurry!" I tried 3 more times until I finally got that dang locker open. If it's not obvious enough, I've always had trouble opening my lock. And some days, when I really struggle to open it, I keep on thinking there's a creepy elf preventing me from opening it. I mentally shuddered.

After packing my books into my small backpack, I shouted a loud "Hallelujah!" before sprinting out of the school and into my beloved car, a silver Prius. Did you know how hard it was to convince both my parents to finally allow me to drive my very own car without their concern of me whamming the new car into a large oak tree?? Pretty freakin' hard.

I turned my car out of the school parking lot and pulled into the street. I stopped at a long red light and waited for it to turn green. I hated this red light because it took at least 5 minutes until the opposite lane could go. But, the red light on the other side had the same time limit, so I guess it was fair. I decided to glance around the scenery. I saw Kathy's To-Dye-For Hair Salon (yikes, Tessie's probably gonna drag me there), Walgreens, Target, the local library, and oh! Jim's Delicious Ice Cream Shop.

I'm guessing 2 minutes have passed, so I decided I should waste my remaining 3 minutes staring at the crosswalk in front of me. I suddenly heard laughter at the other end of the crosswalk. I jerked my head to the direction of the giggling. I squinted and saw a pretty brunette with long, silky hair wearing a cream-colored knitted sweater, light skinny jeans, cream-colored ankle boots, and a black beanie saying 'Thank you for staring at my forehead'. She was holding someone's hand. A hand that looked way too familiar. I gasped and realized who it was. Unfortunately, the light turned green before I could glance anymore at the couple.

Grayson Bates. My brother. Ok, let's backtrack. I totally knew that he liked someone. But, not someone that pretty. I'd have to interrogate Grayson once he comes back home. He's got a ton of explaining to do.

Unlocking my front door, I was greeted by...rap...music. I peered into the living room, understanding that the sound was filtering from that room. "Hey what's up derling. I was wondering when chu come back. I'm listening to rad rap dawg."

My grandmother was clad with a batman mask, an old purple workout shirt, and red short short shorts (the ones that go all the way to the thigh). She even flailed her arms in front of her to add apparent effect. "Uhm, grandma, what are you doing?!" I'm actually surprised I kept my cool intact this time. And yes, she's danced to rap before.