Arabella Rivera
I sighed, fixing the messy bun on top of my head as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Day three of being a senior already started on a bad start. I was beginning to think that my mornings were cursed.
“Arabella Gwen is here!” Mother’s voice had gone back to the fabricated cheery sweet voice she used when there was anyone who didn’t know how flawed she actually was.
“Coming!” I yelled out, tucking a stray hair back into the bun and grab a hold of my bag.
I skipped down the stairs, hearing the soft babbling coming from the kitchen area. Gwen was there, rambling on about the newly recruited cheerleaders on her team to mother.
I knew I couldn’t avoid them forever, seeing that I actually needed to tug Gwen away myself if I wanted to get out of there sooner than later.
As I followed their laughter and finally saw how intrigued and delighted mother looked while staring at Gwen, a well–known feeling of jealousy strike my chest harshly.
She seemed to be hanging on every word that left Gwen’s over glossy lips. They looked like the perfect mother and daughter duo. Yet I can’t help but notice someone was missing.
Mother throws her head back as Gwen made a joke about one of her ex–boyfriends who more than occasionally come to cheer practice just to catch a glimpse of her and beg for forgiveness.
Why can’t she laugh like that with me?
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He’s still in love with you.” Margie lets out a soft laugh. They hadn’t quite noticed me yet which was both annoying and kind of, saddening.
Gwen snorts flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. The beach waves were perfectly framing her face lovely.” He’s obsessed. But who can blame him?”
Margie laughs, nodding in agreement.
“Can we go?” My voice cracks through their happy bubble, piercing it until it deflates.
They are temporarily shocked as their eyes snap to where I was. I stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame as I watched them.
I made sure to throw on an indifferent mask as they peered at my face. Gwen was the first to speak, placing her palm on her chest.
Jesus Arabella, you can’t sneak up on a girl like that. Don’t you want us to get married together? How can that happen if you give me a heart attack?”
I shrugged impassively. “Then you’d come as a ghost.” My voice lacked emotion and I was sure they took note of it.
“Your father left for work.” Mother’s voice had me tear my eyes away from Gwen to pin her with my emotionless gaze.
“Yeah, you just missed him.” Gwen added.
“I already saw him earlier, I don’t think I missed much.” I deadpanned.
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It is then Gwen finally understood that I was in no mood to talk about my father or be in the presence of Margie. Her eyes widen in understanding as she pounces over to me.
“We’ll be on our way now Mrs. Rivera!” She hollered behind her shoulder as she links her arms with mine and tugs me along with
her.
“If you two were to ever see any more stray cats, please refrain from bringing them here again!”
Margie’s yell drowned out as we shut the front door behind us. Gwen gives me a confused side–eye. “Stray cats?”
“Long story.” I mumble.
“Ooh, it’s a good thing you woke me up so early to come pick you up. Now we have a lot of time to hear that ‘ long story‘. ” Gwen spoke as she harshly pinches me. I hiss moving away from her.
“What the fuck Gwen!” I hissed.
“That is for waking me up while I was having the most orgasmic sex dream-
She stops when Giveon black car pulls up beside the curb. We both awed as he gives Gertrude a kiss and waves her goodbye. When he drives off and Gertrude finally turns to notice us, she groans lowly, face reddening.
“Wow Gertrude that was a lot of tongue there.” Gwen joked. “So heated! Ohh Giveon. Oh Papi give me some sugar…..”
Gertrude’s face reddened even more. Her eyes had tore away from us in embarrassment as her flustered self pulled her bag even closer to her. I nearly laugh but decided against it seeing that if I were to, poor Gertrude would be mistaken as a fire truck.
“Don’t you two need to head to school? ” One could hear in Gertrude’s voice that she would more than likely want us to get away from her as soon as possible.
“What’s the matter Gertrude? Don’t want us teasing you about the heated kiss you forced us to witness?” Gwen continued with her taunting with a smile stretched on her pretty face. “God I’m now forever traumatized. My innocent eyes-”
I snorted cutting her off. She turns to face me and pinned me with a glare. “I meant Arabella’s innocent eyes. Oh, you poor child having to witness this.” She clicked her tongue and throws her hand over my eyes.
I slapped it away, scowling at the preppy blonde. ” Giveon isn’t even here. And keep your hands to yourself or you might just poke my eye out with those long pointy nails.”
Gwen shrugged.” You never know. He might be one of those people that have the kink to play with toys.”
I send her a confused look which she answered to with an exaggerated sigh. “A toy Arabella. You know vibrator in the vagina with a remote control-
“Okay enough.” I cringe not wanting to even think about my thirty–seven year old maid with such a thing inside-
I cut off my thoughts, shivering in disgust. /strutted towards her flashy pink car while passing a flustered Gertrude. “I’ll see you when I get back.” I told her while fixing the bag on my shoulder.
Gwen reaches beside me. “Have a good day at school Arabella.” Gertrude utters. I walk over to the passenger side, opened the door and situated myself on the seat.
“Hey how about me?” Gwen whined.
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“Use condoms!” Gertrude responded disappearing inside the house with a chuckle.
“Fair enough!” Gwen yells hoping her voice could pierce through the door and get to Gertrude.
“I think Gertrude hates me.” Gwen said when she entered the car.
“Nah, but I think you should calm down on the teasing.” I laughed while putting on the seat belt.
Gwen turns to me with her mouth agape in shock. “No never! That would be unacceptable!”
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I rolled my eyes at her for being dramatic. Just then we heard the sound of tin cans knocking against aluminum. Both Gwen and I turn simultaneously to the sound.
Gwen’s face turned sour as we spotted Haiden putting a bag of trash inside the bin beside the road. He wore a fitted black shirt that hugged his muscular form. And those dark jeans hugged his mouth–watering ass perfectly.
She might be shooting him daggers right now but I was embarrassingly guilty of drooling over how handsome he looked even while throwing away trash. I blamed it on my period. That red bitch was making me have unwanted thoughts and feelings.
I snap my head to the front quickly as soon as Gwen did, not wanting her to question why I was staring at him longer than necessary. “Why don’t he just throw his own self in, he’s basically trash too.” She grunts, her voice bitter as she starts the car and drives away.
My tongue throb to tell her something that would probably irritate her but I bit my tongue. I didn’t want her to raise questions I didn’t exactly have the answers to.
Not when all I wanted to do was smack her for trash–talking Haiden. This wasn’t even supposed to be an urge. Gwen was my best
friend.
Haiden Cross, why are you making me feel this way?
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