Disclaimer
Hi everyone. It's MOXIE, here again. I want to let y'all know that the image for this chapter is of Victoria Justice. The image of Victoria is unlike any of the characters that I previously described for this book. But will you do me a favor? Pretend that the Image resembles Zoe. By the way, I love Victoria Justice, and I think she's cool. Okay, bye for now.
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September 3rd, 2011
Once I arrive home from school, my dad, José, tells me to get ready because we're having dinner at our new neighbors' house tonight. I nod my head and jog upstairs to my bedroom with my backpack hanging from my shoulder. I exhale after entering my room and shutting the door behind me. My bedroom is bare because we're new in town. However, the vision that I have from my bedroom is semi-typical of what you'd expect someone of the male gender in my age-group to have. For example, I have my PlayStation in the corner by my window sitting on top of some boxes with clothes in them. It's the first thing that I set up when I moved in here. Although my walls are pretty empty, I'm planning on hanging a few posters from my favorite movie. My flatscreen TV is mounted on the wall right above my dresser, which is made out of Oakwood, my dad and I built it together.
Anyhow, I drop my bag onto my bed and head for the bathroom. Furthermore, I have a bathroom built into my bedroom; it's a decent size, and it's only a few feet away from the bed itself. I stop in front of the blue-framed mirror that hangs above my bathroom sink to stare at my reflection. I sigh as my mind begins to wander. All of my thoughts zero-in on Zoe: I hope that that Grade A asshole Dunham spoke with that evil spawn of his; because if he not, I'll make sure that he pays for it. Frankly, I don't even know why I'm so protective over a girl that I've known for less than 48-hours. Oh, yes, you do, you're in love with her you buffoon, that's why. Okay, so maybe I do know why I am so protective over her.
Although I know that if she finds out what I did behind her back, without her permission, she'll never speak to me again. I sigh and remove my sweatshirt before turning towards the shower and turning on the water. I cannot believe what I've already gone through at this new school, and it was only my first day. After a few moments of the water warming up I discard the rest of my clothes and hop into the shower
After stepping out of the shower and turn the water off, I wrap a towel around my waist and enter my bedroom. I grab a bottle lotion out of one of the boxes on the other side of my dresser. Then I make my way towards the boxes of my clothes underneath my gaming system. I carefully put my PlayStation onto the floor and open up the first box in the pile of five.
"Okay," I mumble to myself as I sift through my clothes. Although my version of sifting looks like I'm a wild animal foraging for food because every item that I don't like ends being thrown blindly behind my back across the room. "No. I don't like it." I say, throwing a blue dress-shirt across the room and picking up a white cotton suit. "No, this suit is going to make me look like a Waiter." After a few minutes of tossing all of my clothing items around my room and finding nothing to wear. I groan in frustration. What the hell I'm going to do? I pass my fingers through my hair, before going over to a random pair of pants, and picking them up off of the floor. I inspect them. They're black denim with white offsetting specs. Yes, I'm a guy who likes fashion. So what? "I guess these will do," I say before getting up to find a suit jacket, shirt, and shoes to match.
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"J.R, let's go!" My mother, Natalia, yells from downstairs. I check myself in the mirror before going downstairs to my parents. "You look handsome," my mom says to me with a smile.
I smile. "Thanks, mama."
"Let's go, you two," My father chimes in. We all grab our light-jackets and head for the door. After a minute of walking, we arrive at the door, her door. My father reaches up to press the doorbell, which is located on the right side of the door. Then, we all wait patiently for someone to answer. Seconds later, the door opens, and Zoe comes into our line of sight as she holds the door open with a shy smile on her face. I take a moment to scan her appearance. She is wearing a long-sleeved, red jumpsuit with black flat dress shoes. She must be wearing long sleeves to cover the injury to her shoulder. I slightly frown. Her jet black hair is down, and she's wearing a small amount of red eyeshadow and light pink-lipstick to complement her outfit seemingly. I can feel my lips curl into a smile as I look at her. She deserves to be treated like a queen.
"Julian, you okay?" my mother asks, and I nod.
"I'm good..." I blink at Zoe in awe
This dinner is going to be interesting.
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Reference
Giphy. (2018, April 13). Victoria Justice GIF - Find & Share on GIPHY. Retrieved April 7, 2020, from https://giphy.com/gifs/victoria-justice-victorious-gif-urLCdQPZX3Hna
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