70 Days Of Summer

Day 32

I wake up at 9:30 am, and Catalina is adjusting a large pearl choker on her neck.
" where are you going?" I mumble.
" to my friends house. Bye," she says, rushing out of the room before I have a chance to ask which friend. It's so lonely in the large house eating fresh banana cake and trying to speak to the Russian maid Olga, who speaks only Russian and no English. I call up Serena, but I realize I don't have her number. Although, there is a random new contact called 'bff.' Just as well, she calls me straight away.
" hey," she says, clearly chewing on something.
" hey. How did you get my number?" I ask, spinning around on the spinny kitchen bar chairs.
" oh. I'm a pretty good at pickpocketing so I took your phone and got your number. I also saved my number as bff," she explains.
" ok. What are you doing today?" I ask while grabbing a carton of milk.
"Nothing much. I have a spa appointment at Arden's at 12. Want to join?" She offers.
" sure. Where are you?" I ask, chugging some milk down my throat.
" running some errands. One sec," she says busily, and I hear her arguing with a man.
" sorry. I'm having this big blowout, party, tomorrow night and.....hey! Hey why don't you come?" She offers.
"Sure" I say placing the carton of milk back into the fridge.
" listen, meet me at the special Starbucks in 30 minutes. I'll fill you in on the details, we can head to the spa, we can have lunch, and....hang out," she says. I hear papers rustling behind her and her whispering to a man.
I assume she's busy, so I mutter,
" yah. See you in 30." I hang up and trudge up the stairs. I change into my rose pink, one shoulder, spandex top with a small rose on the one shoulder strap, and white capris. I wear my pink ballerina flats, and hair open. I rush to Starbucks and order a mocha frappucino with no whipped cream. I get a call from Darrell and pick up,
" hey." I'm not necessarily excited to hear from him, but I can't avoid him forever.
" hey. What's up?" He says in a cracked stoner voice as if he's just woken up.
" nothing," I say non-chalantly.
" great. Let's meet up. We can finish what we started yesterday," he grunts.
" actually, Darrell, we won't meet up.ever. The thing is your a messed up, low life, who is willing to hook up with any girl within a mile radius, and you've stooped so low to your ex-girlfriends little sister, because everyone else in this town knows That you are a pervert and a jerk. Also, your breath smells, your always stoned, and your a loner. Bye, and don't call me back," I say rudely. I'm so over Darrell, besides I have a loving boyfriend. I really shouldn't be cheating on him.....but when there's a cute, shaggy dirty blonde, haired guy with dimples and is probably British, sits opposite me, sipping a non fat vanilla frappucino. He smiles at me and stares for 2 minutes and I start to laugh,
" what?"
" nothing. It's just, I find the beauty of a girl that I'm quite sure I've never seen before, so mesmerizing," he says intently, in a British accent. Score! I got the British part right! Like giggle because this is so cheesy, but cute.
" I could the say the same about you. Tell you what, you give me your number and I'll call you....soon," I say quickly, sporting Serena in the distance. He smiles, pulls out a pen and pad from his purple double breasted blouse. He starts to scribble his number, while I get up.
" I'm clara, by the way," I say flirtatiously, grabbing the paper from him.
" Blake. That's sexy," I say, arching one eyebrow.
" not as sexy as clara. Don't take too long with the call, I'm not very tolerant," he says, rocking his chair, on the heels, back and forth. I give him, a quick french kiss on the lips, but french kisses are never quick, and whisper in his ear,
" sadly for you, I am very tolerant."
Serena is standing in the corner waiting for me. Her light brown curls are falling off her shoulders, and her oversize dolce and Gabbana sunglasses cover most of her face. She is wearing a orange, halter neck, 3 tier ruffle top, with white, mini, pencil skirt and orange cork wedges. We walk out of Starbucks, and she asks knowingly,
" don't you have a boyfriend?"
" duh! It's not like I'm actually going to call this dude anyways. Ugh! Did you see his unibrow? " I say rudely, tearing up the scribbled paper and letting it fly in the wind. We laugh and I wonder, what has gotten into me? Why am I acting like such a b***h? Whatever, I like the feeling! We crash into 8 of Serena's boyfriends, now ex boyfriends, since we met them all at the same time, and all hell broke loose. Serena and I slip out of the punching war, and giggle all the way to ardens salon. The salon is very lush in a color code of red and white. The tables and counters are sleek and spotless. Everybody and everything seems to fit together so perfectly, as if it's a movie scene, where they are all placed very precisely. We get a manicure and pedicure and flip through gossip magazines, laughing at the way too obvious plastic surgeries. After a lengthy 2 hours my toenails are deep velvet read, and my fingernails are lime green.
" it's on me," Serena says, handing the lady at the register her Amex card. How does she have her own Amex? It's as if my thoughts escape through my mouth.
" how do you have your own credit card?"
" thank you," Serena says sweetly to the lady behind the counter, and once were out the salon she says quietly but confidently,
" I stole it from my mum."
" what?" I splutter.
We burst into peals of laughter.we head to the same Restaurant we went to yesterday for lunch, because they make a mean hamburger.
" ok. So, the party is from 7 onwards, and it's at my house. We'll head there later. There will be booze and music and a dance floor. It will be lots of fun," Serena informs me, taking a bite into her hamburger. I haven't had the best history at those sort of parties, but.........
" I'll be there."
" great," she squeals.
We finish lunch and Serena says,
" we have to make one stop before my house."
" ok," I agree.
We walk down winding roads, and narrow paths until we reach a broken down, tiny shop in a dodgy street. The shop has a buzzing light which reads,
Convenience store.
We enter the store, and it's tiny. On my right are a few shelfs covered in food, and mainly digestive biscuits. On my left is a large, cut, wooden counter where a man with a grey goatee and Beady gray eyes is standing. He looks young but old, and he has pimples all over his hairless skin. He is wearing a Jamaican flag beanie, red, too tight, t/shirt with a yellow daisy on it, and ripped denim jeans.
" Serena, my baby. I've been expecting you, we just got a new shipment," the man croaks, smiling and exposing his Crooked, brown buck teeth.
" hey joe baby. 13 bags please," she says seductively, pulling down her shirt a bit. Does she mean 13 bags of digestive biscuits? The man turns around, and I stare at the beige, paint peeling walls. He faces us again with one big bag of....cocaine!
I'm suddenly not so sure about going to this party.
" thanks sugar," Serena says, handing Him $800, and planting a kiss on his lips. It goes a lot further than just kissing. She backs him into a wall, and he slips iOS hands down her pants, and up her shirt. Ewww.
He grins and she says,
" that should cover the rest." We walk out, and I ask her,
" ewwww. Why did you kiss him? Why do you need cocaine?"
" ugh! 13 small bags are $3500. Joe is a pervert. He'd take a payment of sex over money any day. Gross, I think the tobacco in his teeth transferred to my teeth. Oh! What's a party without some crack. Besides, I only do cocaine. No marijuana or heroine shit," she explains innocently.
" ok" I say trying to sound cool.
" we catch a train to her house which is surprisingly far away, but we end up at a beautiful Mansion on a grassy, green hill.
" oh my god," I say in awe.
" what?" She asks casually.
I follow into her house and it is amazing. The living room is marble tiled, with poufs, rocking chairs, and flat swings, all with embroidered and sequin design, or pillows thrown over it. It's very comfortable and Moroccan. The dining room has a long table with a bench connected to it, instead of separate chairs. The table and bench are made of glass, and you can look through the large glass wall and see the amazing swimming pool with connecting fountain, and 1 acre golf course. We head upstairs to her room, and I feel like I'm in my dream palace. Everything is pink! From the 4 poster bed netting, to the chaise lounge at the end of her bed. Everything!
" so, this is my house," she says, opening the curtains exposing the bright sun, calm pool, golf course, and a man making out with a woman. Serena squints her eyes at the couple and sighs in disgust,
" my parents. They do it everywhere! Ewww, they're almost naked." She closes the curtains, rummages through her drawers and pulls out an almost empty bag of cocaine. She sits opposite me on her plush, pink carpeted floors and starts to, if what I am seeing is correct. Starts to......snort them. I don't know how or what she is doing but she pushes me to try it, so I copy what she is doing and I feel terrible. Ugh!
" come on. One more," she pleads.
" uh-uh. That stuff is strong," I defend myself.
" don't be such a buzzkill," she complains.
" fine. Last one," I say cautiously. I snort it again and instantly feel sick.
" I'm going to go," I say standing up, and feeling a little shaky.
" woah. Keep steady," she says, balancing me.
" sorry. In just tired," I say.
"Nah. Don't worry about it. See you tomorrow night," she says, snorting some more cocaine.
" bye," I say racing out of the house. I'm very anxious to get out, so I accidentally exit the wrong door and bump into her naked parents on the brick wall.
" sorry," I squeak, turning around and finding the way out. I catch a train to Catalina's house which is 2 hours away. I get there at 7, and Catalina is in her cupcake onesie waiting for me.
" hey, you. Where were you?" She asks.
" with Serena," I say stripping down to my underwear. I want to take a nice long, hot shower, and get rid of any trace of cocaine. Halfway through my shower, Catalina walks in looking disgusted.
" I just went to see my parents and they were rolling around under the sheets. That's...disgusting. Anyways, I'm going to get some beer from the store down the street. They won't be done for a while, so I'll see you in 20 minutes," she says.
" ok. Bye," I say, not caring. She leaves the room and I rest my head on the water. My hair is fanning around my head in an irresistible way. Suddenly, I hear squeaking on the bathroom tiles and I lean up to see who it is. f**k! Who is that man? He is so hot EFFIN hot!!! He is tall, curly, dirty blonde hair, wearing a suit and tie and loafers. Something about him turns me on.
" oh, sorry. I did not see you," he says in a thick french accent.
" it's ok. I don't mind," I suddenly notice that the whole upper part of my breast is exposed. Whatever.
" I'm Leo, the new butler," he says boldly, staring at the wall as to ignore my obvious breasts. What a gentlemen.
" that's great," I say sweetly,
" now get your hot ass out of here, otherwise I'll complain to ms and mr Van de Vens that their new butler is watching me shower," I say rudely. Gentlemen or not, I need my private space.
" wha-" he stutters but I shoot him a evil glare and literally scream,
" out."
He scurries out, loafers squeaking, and I hear Catalina's whispering and talking and Catalina appears in the bathroom.
" what was the problem?" She asks, chugging a beer.
" nothing. Your new butler is very cute," I say, blowing a bubble in the bath.
Catalina grins and throws me a towel,
" get out!"
I laugh and dry myself with a towel. I wear my lollipop nightdress, and join Catalina in her room. Layed out on the table in front of her couch is a complete meze platter. My favorite! I scoop some Kavun, hydari and hummus on my plate, while Catalina places the movie,
'Roman holiday' in the player. Once the movie starts, I rip my pita bread into pieces, dip them in each of the dippings, and devour them. I'm starving. Feza the Turkish chef, sure knows how to make a good meze platter.
" how about we try and spend the tomorrow together?" I ask, realizing Catalina and I haven't spent any time together.
" fine by me. Vanessa's coming at night, and I have plans for dinner," Catalina says non-chalantly.
" cool. I'm going to a party anyway," I say.
" oh! A party, whose party?"
" Serena's."
" oh," Catalina says disappointingly.
" what?" I ask annoyed.
" well, her parties are always full of drugs and random stoners. They're not your type of party. They're not even mine," she admits.
" whatever," I say trying not to sound pissed as hell. How does she get to decide what sort of party, is, 'my type of party?' I pack my clothes and hop into bed. Catalina stays up texting and the French butler comes to clear our food. I shoot him a sexy look and he winks back at me. Or my breast.........

Hey guys! Hoped you like the slightly dirty ending!!! Lol!!! Anyways, what do you think of Clara's bad girl behavior? Do you think Serena is a bad influence? Do you think Berun knows that clara has hooked up with almost 3 guys in the 2 days he's been gone? What about Catalina? Who's the mystery person she can't get enough of? Online and in person? Anyways, I have another POLL!!!!' What is your favorite setting in my book? It can be anyone's house or the library or anything!! Literally anything I have mentioned!!!!! This is very lame but i really want to do it so....please do it!!!! Comment below your favorite setting in my book!!!!! Remember to VOTE AND COMMENT!!!!!!!