Fraud

Chapter 4.

"What...what are you doing here?" As much as I hate to see him, I'm also curious.

"What do you mean? are wretch like me not allowed to come to a place like this?"

I roll my eyes. I didn't know he heard me call him wretch, or maybe Tracy told him I did.

"you are supposed to be with Tracy at the bookstore."

"Yes, I took her home an hour ago. I just decided to check this place out, since I'm new here. And if you are wondering how I came to know, Lucian invited me but I declined at first," he says, and we both stare at Lucian in disgust.

"I don't think he's going back home tonight," Morgan adds.

"Whatever, I'm out of here," I walk away, stamping my heels so hard on the floor.

As I step out, I look around.

A disk-like moon and a blur of shining stars rest on the thick dark cloud.

I tap on my phone screen to confirm what time it is.

"Damn!" it's already midnight. There's no way I can get a cab, and I can't walk home —not in these heels. I can't call my mom because she's out to God knows where, and she hates being disturbed. I decide to walk down the street, who knows, I might luckily see a cab.

As I'm about to leave,

"Do you need a ride home?" A sweet, soft, dazzling voice asks from behind me, and I turn to know who dazzled me with such a voice.

Seriously? it's Morgan, AGAIN.

I sigh and say "no I don't."

"Are you sure about that? cause I don't think you'd see any cab around at this time of the night,"

He says, stressing his sight at his cheap old wristwatch.

"It's 12:am," he adds.

Does he have to say it? I hate the fact that he's handsome, eloquent, and seems friendly.

"Don't pressure, I'm not getting into your wreck car." I stamp on, with the faith of getting somewhere. But looking down the road, I just can't see the end.

He chuckles, following me.

"You haven't even seen it."

"Do I have to? I've seen you, and your car won't be any different from your clothes," I blunt, and he chuckles.

"We talking about my clothes now?"

"No, not at all, and will you stop following me?!" I yell as I turn to him, and I can feel pains down my ankles.

"I'm not. that's my house and my car is packed there," he says gesturing his head at this Still-quaint house, in my opinion.

"I don't think you'd last if you continue streaking in those," he says, looking down at my heels.

"Thanks, but I can manage," I tell him, but deep down inside I need a ride home, my feet hurt so badly. Can you imagine? the heels I bought with my own money.

"Suit Yourself," he says and walks across the road.

Maybe not so friendly. how can he give up on a vulnerable girl just like that?

"Okey," I say and walk towards this house across. "Wait!" I tell him. My pride can't ruin me

"Fine, but just because my feet hurt, don't get any funny ideas," I add, and he smiles.

I follow him to the house across. A 1990s Chevrolet Camaro ss is packed at the front. He gets into the car and starts the engine. He stretches out his head from the passenger-rolled-down window. "Are you coming?" He asks.

My eyes widen. You gat to be f*****g kidding me.

"No, no, no, no. I can't get inside of that..." I say with my palm held up, shaking my head.

"Well miss, this is the only available car for you as of now," he says from the rolled-down window.

"Unfortunately," I mumble.

Who in the world cursed my day to be like this? First: Tracy and I fought for no good reason. Second: Lucian puked on me, and now this. I contort my face in annoyance as I get into the car. I can't even order a car, my mom's idea of punishment is just so aching.He drives me into my yard without questions. How did he know my house?

"How do you know this is my house?" I ask with curiosity.

"I guess There's a lot of things we are yet to know about each other," he says with a smirk face.

"Oh, there's nothing I want to know about you," I say.

"Absolutely nothing," I add with a hand gesture, and all he does is smile.

I come out of his 1990's. I must say, the ride isn't as bad as it looks. As I'm about to walk away, I turn and thank him in the most cold-polite way, and he smiles in response. I wonder why he smiles a lot, but I must admit, he's so handsome when he does.

THE NEXT MORNING, the alarm buzzes, and I gently open my eyes.

I turn upwards facing the ceiling. I Am aware I'm supposed to be getting ready for school. School? Exactly, the same school Tracy, Lucian, and the wretch attend. I don't know how today is going to be after all that happened last night. I should apologize to Tracy but I'm terrible at apologizing to anyone, but I have to.

And Lucian?

Jess, I'm tired of that boy, he's driving me nuts. I wonder how he and I became friends and best friends at that.

And as for Morgan, oh God, hope nobody saw me entering his 1990s.

I stand up from my bed and tell myself it's going to be alright. Last night was already today's mess, nothing can go wrong, that's if I do it right. I walk to the window and slide The curtains open.

It's a beautiful morning. The bright sun, the fresh breeze, and the fragrance smell coming from the garden, somehow assure me how wonderful my day is going to be. I walk to my closet, smiling. Without much selection, I pick a pink tweed short and a white laced crochet top that has a cute bowtie up at the back. I toss it on my bed and get Inside the bathroom. The warm water soothes me, and in less than no time, I come out of the bathroom and get dressed. I decided not to wear makeup today, and I can still feel pains in my ankles. I bring out a sandal made of strap lining materials, it's flat with fits, I wear them and it looks nice. I go to my mom's room to check on her, but she's not there and her bed is still neatly arranged as nobody slept on it. I go downstairs and can't see her anywhere. I'm not that surprised, this isn't her first.

Oh no, "ugh!" I groan.

Now what I'm I going to do? If only she didn't restrict me from driving my cars I would have driven myself to school. Really? This early I'm already frustrated. Guess I'm walking to school, and I don't know if I can.

Yes, it's just 25minutes but I'm not used to streaking, I've never really walked to school. I could have called Tracy but she's deadly mad at me. I hear a car drive in. I come out of the house and see Tracy parked in front. I surprisingly stand and stare at her quietly.

"You coming?" She asks strictly. I can see a wave of slight anger in her eyes

"Yeah...sure," I reply tentatively, and get into the car, and she Zooms off.

We say nothing to each other all through the rid. We get to school and she parks the car. We both come out of the car and go inside the school. I walk behind her, and she stops at her locker. I stand beside her, "Tracy, about yesterday I'm so sorry, I didn't mean those things I said," I apologize.

and After two seconds, she says, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have tossed you or anything, I just —" She stops talking like she can't express how sorry she is.

"It's okay, I understand." I believe she's sorry.

"God! I hate it when we fight," she says, and we both hug each other.

"Ahem."

I turn with an idea of who that may be.

"Hi obnoxious," Morgan says.

"what?! Obnoxious?! seriously?" I am not in any way obnoxious. Maybe I am. God! He's so annoying.

"yeah, I don't know your name so I just give you one from your attitude," he says to me, and I shake my head in annoyance and walk away. They are other beautiful names he could call me. Well, it will be weird for him to do that.