Chapter 3: Adam, Andrew, Dinner with the Wicked Witch, and a Long Walk
By seven o’clock I kicked my friends out. I hurried up to my room to finish a research paper after they left. I put my iPod in the dock and put it on shuffle. I started my typing where I had left off. I tried to focus but soon I found myself thinking about the future. And by the future I mean college. I didn’t have nearly enough money to go anywhere really good. Besides why would I want to leave? I had everything right here. My friends, food, clothes, a warm house, everything! Even if I were able to afford college how could I leave the boys? And my friends? Not to mention my sick mum. I sighed loudly and rolled over, leaning off the edge of the bed; hanging upside down. I heard a knock as I saved my document and pushed the laptop closed.
“Come in,” I called over the music. The door opened to reveal Harry. I quickly sat up. “Hey,” I said.
“Hey Katnip, can I talk to you?” he asked.
“Of course,” I clicked off the music and moved over so he could sit beside me. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Well I hate to ask you this but could you maybe fix up the place up a little? For tomorrow?”
“Sure what’s going on tomorrow?” I ask.
“I’m having a guest.”
“Who’s visiting your parents? Gemma?” I ask excited.
“Um not exactly,” he said. Why did he sound so nervous?
“Come on whom?” I beg.
“Fine, Caroline.” I immediately stopped smiling once I heard her name. Caroline Flack a.k.a. The Wicked Witch of the West or as Belle likes to call her The Flack. I had only met her three times and that was enough for me to despise her. She was horrible. I honestly don’t understand what Harry sees in her. She isn’t that attractive.
“She has to come here?” I ask.
“Yes Katnip. Please be on your best behavior,” he said.
“I’m not a child,” I mumbled.
“Well complaining about Caroline visiting isn’t very adult like.”
“I haven’t started complaining yet.”
“Then don’t start. And please at least try. I really like Caroline and I want you to be friends,” he said. I blew my bangs off of my forehead and threw my face into the pillows on my bed.
“Please Katnip?” I was glad I wasn’t looking at his face. He would probably be giving me puppy dog eyes.
“Fine.”
“What was that?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if he honestly couldn’t hear me due to the pillows, or if he was just being annoying. I pulled my face out of the pillows; I needed air anyway.
“I said fine!” I huffed.
“Thanks Katnip,” he ruffled my hair and walked toward the door. I groaned and flopped back down on my bed.
“And Katnip?” he asked suddenly. I looked up to see his face.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” I answered. He had no idea.
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Hour after hour of scrubbing floors, cleaning bathrooms (why were there so many?) and folding clothes I was exhausted. Not to mention I had to work a four o’clock shift at the diner. I managed to get a shower and get dressed for work by three thirty. I took the time to straighten my hair. I quickly pulled on my high tops and laced them up. I shoved my phone in the pocket of my apron and hurried down the stairs. I needed a ride. I would be late if I walked.
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