CHAPTER THREE
"I'm not great at love but I'm open/And out of all the prayers out there/Mine was chosen/You're unbelievable/How can I trust this/Trust shit/I can't even find the words/I don't really want to run from this/This is the happiest I've ever been/I'd rather escape with these memories/Than worry about losing him/This is/Noreg/Noreg/Noreg/No regular love" — Skye Townsend 'Noreg'
Jennifer creeps back into the house like she has missed curfew for the millionth time. The house is still pitch black and quiet, thankfully. Robert hasn't woken up yet. This is a good thing, because she couldn't even begin to explain why she is sneaking into the house in the wee hours of the morning. She creeps into the kitchen, thinking she has safely made it, only Alexa, her 17 year old daughter, is at the counter, in her pajamas, eating a bowl of cereal in the dark.
"You look like you just did the walk of shame." Alexa's voice piercing through the darkness of the kitchen startles Jennifer. The light suddenly being flicked on floods her pupils and blinds her momentarily.
"The walk of ... what? No! Why are you awake," she asks as her eyes adjust to brightness.
"Couldn't sleep. Don't redirect. Where are you coming from?"
"I had to help out a friend." It was an obvious lie, but it was the best she could do on the spot.
"Right. A friend. This late? Okay, whatever you say," Alexa says, rolling her eyes. She's told enough lies to spot out a liar from a mile away.
"Is your dad awake?" Jennifer whispers, to the point Alexa can barely hear her.
"Nope. He's sound asleep. You're safe," Alexa sarcastically whispers back.
"Are you planning on going to school today and actually staying all day or can expect another truancy call?", Jennifer asks, now in her 'mom voice', sufficiently satisfied that the coast is clear.
"I guess you'll know when I know," Alexa snaps back.
"Whatever. I'm going to shower."
"Have to rinse off the night, do we," Alexa asks with a grin on her face.
Jennifer just rolls her eyes and walks away. "Figure out what you're going to do with yourself," she yells back, disappearing into the house.
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The bell rings and the floodgates open. A sea of trust fund babies flood the halls of The Immaculate Heart of Mary, the most prestigious and exclusive school in The District. Several Presidents and countless Senators and other political figures are counted among the alumni of this school. Just being here can launch you into the upper stratosphere of the political realm, or any other realm that you choose to delve into. Even though Alexa comes from a long line of wealth and means, she often finds herself just outside the circle of the popular kids. On the school's wealth scale, she's on the lower end, even though her family's fortune is in the billions.
Alexa's beauty, like her mother's, puts her at both an advantage and disadvantage. The advantage is that she knows with her golden hair and carved features, she can have her pick of almost any male she wants. The disadvantage is that the girls know this too, and they hate her for it. Girls are jealous creatures, and because most of them are children of politicians, they have perfected the art of backstabbing and fueling scandal. Alexa is often the target of ridicule for her reputation of being a flirt and her well known promiscuous behavior.
Alexa is at her locker switching her books out when her best friend, the ever gossiping Morgan, arrives with questions and the most recent dirt.
"So your parents went to the thing right? Well? Did you do it? You did, didn't you? You little slut," squeals an over-caffeinated Morgan.
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Dominus (Book I: parts 1-3)
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