Addicted

Chapter 2.

Zac jumped off of my bed and was the first out the door, Emmet and I following him. 

“Well, speaking of the devil,” Zac smiled, looking at Emmet as if he poked a bear. “It’s about time, Burney,” Zac spoke, sarcasm laced in his voice.

“f*****g tell me about it,” Burney said, his voice high pitched. He was shorter than the other two boys with thinning brown hair and thick black rimmed glasses. He reminded me a lot of a young Stanford Blatch from ‘s*x and the City’.

“I won’t go into too much detail, but some b***h decided to have an epileptic fit a couple minutes before the lecture was over, it was very unexpected! I hope she’s okay, we all had to be evacuated like our asses were on fire!” He spoke quickly. “So, then we couldn’t leave the bitching of a room because that b***h of a professor didn’t think it was okay- anyway, then the train was late and then this b***h of the bus trip took so long… and now I’m here.”

“I don’t think she ‘decided’ to have an epileptic fit, Burney,” Zac laughed.

“Yeah, I know, it was just an inconvenience,” he smiled at Zac and then his eyes landed on me. “OH, MY GOODNESS! She’s here!” he walked up to me and gave me an impromptu hug making me tense at his touch.

“Hi, I’m Bernard, but everyone calls me Burney.”

“Okay Burney, lay of the fresh meat… She’s not ready for tenderising just yet,” Zac said, pulling Burney away from me and gave me a sly wink with a devilish half smile.

My breath hitched in my throat and I quickly turned away from him.

“Anyway, Garden of Eden tonight?” Zac continued.

“Oh, my Goodness… Yes! Let’s celebrate our new arrival,” Burney replied. “Is it okay that it’s Sunday, we always go Tuesday?”

“We’ll make an exception for our new fresh meat. So, it’s settled,” Zac declared looking at both Emmet and I. “Be ready in thirty minutes or I will be very disappointed.”

Zac put his hand out in the middle of all of us before lifting it up in the air before cheering, “Go Power Rangers!”

Emmet walked me back to our room as we started debated on who was which coloured Power Ranger.

“How do I dress?” I asked Emmet.

“What you’re wearing now is fine.” 

I looked down at myself. My comfy black jeans and grey top didn’t seem too appealing… or nice.

“It’s not that fancy, Ali,” Emmet continued, reading my thoughts.

“YES, IT IS!” Zac shouted from the kitchen making both Emmet and I smile.

As soon as I was in my new bedroom, I began looking through my drawers for some clothes to wear. I decided on tighter black jeans that shaped my hips, along with a dark grey wash shirt with a print on the front and the chest part cut out leaving the fabric on the neck, creating a choker look. Black high heeled boots, a black leather jacket and the very limited amount of jewellery I had topped up my look. I grabbed my handbag with all my necessities in it and went into the bathroom to touch up my makeup, adding darker eyeshadow underneath my eyes and adding blush to my defined cheekbones. My hair was a complete mess, but a quick brush and some spray made my current waves more defined. I pushed what little boobs I had, snug in a tight bra and black singlet, before grabbing my handbag and exiting the bathroom and leaning against the entryway of the corridor that enters into the living room.

Zac sat on a long purple couch in the living room, his feet propped up onto the coffee table in front of him. The remote was in his hand and he continued to channel-surf even with me watching. 

Emmet had told me previously that the house was already furnished and that everything was decorated as if it was meant for an elderly lady, but I don’t think I completely grasp what he said until now. In the living room, the couch was a bright shade of purple, it was strange compared to the lavish modern style of the kitchens grey marble. Every window was completely covered in floral print, I wondered why none of the boys had taken down the curtains and then wondered if they even knew how; which caused me to laugh when I imagined all the boys struggling and bickering to take them down as if they were in an old comedy commercial.

Zac looked up at me with the sound of my presence. His eyes lingered my face before his eyes drifted down to my chest before he quickly looked away. 

“Hey,” he said, focussing on his task of changing the channel. I could see his sharp jaw jumping underneath his skin.

“Hey,” I responded with a smile on my face.

“We ready?” Emmet jumped out from behind me and walking towards the front door. He wore a dark blue long-sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans with an almost dress jacket, with his large build and graceful walk, he made even the simplest of outfits look runway ready.

“Yeah,” I said while following him. 

“So much for not dressing up,” I said tugging at his jacket.

“I need to make an impression on the ladies,” he said which made me laugh.

Zac turned off the TV and came to stand with Emmet and I at the front door. He looked very handsome, even in just dark jeans, a white top, a blue denim jacket and black boots.

“BURNEY! Hurry up and put your face on!” Zac shouted with a smile on his face and we watched as Burney walked out of the first room in the corridor, which meant Zac’s room was at the back.

“I’m here, Jesus- shut up!” Burney came up to us and gave Zac a push on the shoulder and the boys laughed.

“Okay, let’s go!” Zac cheered heading towards the front door before he abruptly turned on his heels and faced me with a stone-cold face and almost whispered to me. “Also, newbie, if you don’t like the food from the Garden of Eden, I’m kicking you out of the house…” 

I looked from him to Emmet with shock clearly etched on my face, before I slightly relaxed, noticing the small smile creeping on Zac’s’ face.

“Let’s go, Power Rangers!”