The Makeover

07 | The Foremath.

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Chapter Seven | The Foremath.

"Yeah?" I turned to look at him with uncertainity written all over me. I have no idea what this conversation could be about even though I might.

"About that girl Isela," He started, gripping the steering wheel tighter. I knew it, I knew it was about her.

"Don't you like her? She offered to be my friend today and she stood up for me when Mauve tried to bully me, I just thought-," I rambled but he caught in with a small laugh.

"It's not that. I mean, She seems nice, she's just a bit feisty," he shrugged. "But how sure are you that she won't turn out like the rest? Because I'm sure they were all nice at first."

If not falling for his little charms and giving him what he had coming means fiesty, I think he should visit Oxford. My naughty subconscious suggested, making me giggle to myself.

"Well, about that, I'm-not sure-either," I bit my lip, fiddling with my fingernails. Really, I don't know too. She sure is way out of my league but even though it's only been a day, no one has ever made me laugh like she did, the conversations we had are the longest and most engaging I've ever had in my whole life. She even took my mind off waiting for Haze's text.

"I just don't want you to get hurt again. Besides, you seemed to free and bold with her, the opposite of your shy self. Hey! you even talked to her although without stuttering, something that happens with only I and mum, it was really strange and you've only just met her. It's better to not get attached to her than to be devastated when she leaves."

"I'm going to ignore the insult there. But get used to it, it's high time I let go of the past and enjoy what the present has in store for me," I sighed.

"Oh well then. But she actually called me an asshole?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "That's just one of the many things she called you, but I mean, you deserved it," I laughed and took out my phone to check if my text to Haze had been replied but same old, same old.

Now I'm panicking, what if it was a prank and he just gave me high hopes for nothing? But he wouldn't do that, would he? The fear of the unknown can really be mind wrecking sometimes. To take it off my mind I turned on the music and ran my left hand through my hair, attempting to start another conversation with Zeke.

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Zeke pulled into the garage and I got out quick. The downtown is where majority of people who live in this town stay. It's also known as the side of Maple hills where average people live.

That is, people who are neither rich enough to own a yatch nor too poor to afford three square meals. In order words, people who can survive and still have well enough to spare.

It's mostly calm and quiet, very peaceful,  to say the least. But one of the pros is that it's beautiful, almost picasquare with a hint of history that makes it well desirable.

Old and aged mansions, hundreds of acres of evergreen landscape and a hint of mordern stuff like a lot of gardens, swim clubs, golf courses, charming tree lined and well lited streets. Our blue-roofed duplex was in the heart of it all.

I waited for him to pick up his books so we could get into the house together but it turned out fate had other plans. As soon as he locked the car and got to me, the front door to the house adjoining to ours with the border of only a short hedge swung open and a pretty, naive sixteenish looking girl came out of it.

Even though they live next to us, I've never seen her before now and no later than I could react, I turned to the side and Zeke was no where to be found. Next thing I saw, he was jumping over the hedge and talking to the girl who now had her face as red as a Cinnabar.