And the saga continues... lol nah I'm just joking. But here is another chapter!!
Zaria's POV
~ Recap~
.....Standing there in my driveway was a tall brooding figure...
-Story Start-
I couldn't believe Aaron had the audacity to still come to my house after everything that's happened. I looked at the faces of my parents and they didn't seem surprised in the least bit...In fact, they seemed somewhat smug, as if they just pulled one over on me. Even PointDexter looked indifferent, and he was my body guard. Just as I was about to open my mouth and comment on their suspiciousness, I heard another car pulling up beside us in the driveway. They person stepped out of the car and lo and behold, there goes Rick. I shake my head and shoot my parent a death glare. They only smiled smugly back in return. Some parents they are.
I got out of the car, stalking up my driveway to get to my front door, not even bothering to cast a glance at Rick and Aaron. But before I could even get my key into the lock, a limo pulls up into my driveway. Brian and Jake clamored out of the car, looking deathly terrified. Hmmm, it seems my reputation precedes me. Just then, yet another car pulled up.
'Wait just one cotton picking moment'' I thought to myself, 'If four guys are already here, then who is the final guy? I know it's not Rillo because we just dropped him off at home and he lives the farthest away from my house, so who could it possibly be??'
The guy that stepped out of the last car in my driveway was pretty hot, I must admit. He wasn't a Greek god or anything, but he was pretty close. But this didn't mean that I was interested in him. In fact, I was repelled by his natural arrogance. Just the way he exited the car screamed prick, and quite frankly, I could already tell that I didn't like him. He had deep green eyes and a chiseled face, and he looked like he was working on a tan. He had on a tailored suit with genuine Italian leather shoes. He was most definitely dressed to impress. The funny thing is though, this guy looked oddly familiar. I felt like he either reminded me of someone or I had seen him before, either of which are very plausible. As I was mulling over these two ideas, everyone was on their way to the front door, the mystery guy leading the pack.
I stood frozen with my hand on the door, hoping that he didn't do anything that the mischievous glint in his eye was suggesting. Lord knows, I can't be arrested again. At least not so soon anyway. He came up to me and grabbed my wrist, raising my hand to his lips. I felt my fist automatically clench up. I hate chivalry. I personally believe that there is a reason that it's dead. But that's not my main problem. My main problem is that he is standing so close to me, I can smell the soap he used earlier. And this is most definitely not a good look. Especially because 4 others boys that are hell bent on charming me is standing right behind, waiting for them to pass me and 'out charm' the last guy. I roll my eyes and the thought, which earns me a glare from my mother. I roll my eyes yet again and audibly groan. This was going to be a long day.
I stepped to the side to let everyone in the house, and I can almost hear all the boys gasp as they step into my hallway. My mom decided to take on the role as hostess and give all the boys a tour of my house, which they all readily agreed to. I nearly jumped for joy when they agreed, and ran up the stairs so quickly, you would've thought I was high off of candy. But before I could even make it halfway up the steps, my mom called me back down.
"Excuse me Zaria, but where exactly do you think you're going?" My mom said, sounding superior. For some strange reason, this made me mad.
"I my dear am going upstairs. You know the place where those marble things lead up to? And after that, I'll be going to my bedroom. You know, the place that I reside it? It's all sorts of crazy colors and it even has my stuff in it! And after that, I'm going to head to this little known place called a bathroom, where I can take this thing called a shower, so that I can go back to my bedroom and lay on this thing called a bed, and do this thing called sleep. So as you can see, I will be very busy for the next couple of hours, so I think I'm going to go get started on that now."
I ran up the stairs, leaving all the so called 'men' to try to stifle their laughter while my mom stood there looking shocked. I went into my room, and stripped off my shorts and my tank top, and practically ran to my shower. I got in it and turned the water on full blast, just taking time to let the hot water message my skin. As I started showering, I thought about how I even got into this effed up predicament anyway. And who the hell was that guy?? I figured out that he was a part of the bet, but I still didn't understand how he was a part of the bet if he didn't go to our school. And that thought led me right back to my original thought- Where the hell did this kid come from?? But other than that, I was thinking of ways to survive dates with 5 rich pricks; well, without causing them bodily harm that is. But to me, that thought sounded impossible for a normal human being, so I know it was most definitely not going to happen with me. I just had to figure out a way to make it seem like I went on the dates with them, without actually going on dates with them.
Mystery Guy's POV
Her multi-colored eyes held disgust as I kissed her hand. I kind of felt bad after seeing that look, but I figured this was to be expected. After all I had heard about her, I had to come see for myself if it was true, and by the looks of things, I wasn't lied to. I felt her cold glare as she stepped to the side to let everyone in the house, but if I thought that was bad, her repugnance for all the other boys was practically radiating off of her. At least I have an advantage, I thought to myself, she doesn't know me well enough to hate me, and if all goes according to plan, she will never hate me. Ever. I smiled to myself as I thought of this. But I was so zoned out that I didn't even realize that her mother was speaking. I snapped my head up to make it look like I was listening, but I realized she wasn't talking to me, or any of the boys for that matter. She was talking to Zaria. Or rather, Zaria was talking to her mom. I laughed at her witty comeback to her mother, and I wished I had her sharp mind at times when my parents asked me dumb questions. I could already tell that me and Zaria Hardly were going to get along just fine.
