Accidentally Yours

CHAPTER SIX

7:00am

I turn the silver door knob before briskly pushing the front door to my house open. A cold gust of air meets me as I step into the two story house. I note how eerily silent it is.

I sigh, “She’s not here…as per usual.” an indescribable sadness settles in my heart.

I mean, it’s not like I was actually expecting her to be standing at the staircase with a smile. Nor was I expecting her to be standing there at the entryway ready to greet me. I was more so hoping that she would be.

My mother is rarely ever home these days. She works as a full-time psychologist for the Central Intelligence Agency which means that she is constantly traveling. Prior to me even entering high school she was barely around. Alas, this problem became much worse the summer before I entered my freshman year of high school. That summer she earned a promotion which meant that she would be making more money, but it would be at the cost of having to work even longer hours. I went from seeing her once a month to being lucky enough to see her on holidays. I think that this is the reason as to why I hang around the Hayes household so much. They give my life a sense of comfort and normality. They love me in my otherwise cold and unloving life.

I quickly went up the stairs, got dressed, and drove to school before I wasted all morning thinking of all the ways that my mother failed to prepare me for the real world.

School was school and the school day passed by at a snail's pace. The boys smelled awful, the food smelled worse, and the teachers looked like they would rather be anywhere else. The only highlights of my day were cheerleading practice and lunch. Believe me, I was practically running out of the building when cheerleading practice ended.

Emma texted me her address after practice and I met her at her house.

Emma smiles wide, opening her front door. “Welcome to casa de la Dílance!” The moment that my eyes land on the size of her foyer my jaw drops.

What does this girl’s mother do for work? Her house is even bigger than mine!

The large floor plan is covered in a subtle taupe and eggshell white marbled design with the tall walls being painted the same shade of white. The grand double staircase is impossible to miss with its taupe colored steps and bronze railings. The staircase begins as two separate staircases only to eventually become one when they meet together at the top. In between said stairs is a minimalistic glass table stand, the tabletop being made out of glass. If you look further, past the small table, you can see a small sitting room.

“Would you like me to take that from you, ma’am?” an unfamiliar voice spooks me.

I turn in the direction that the older sounding voice came from, pausing when I see a middle aged woman dressed in a housekeeper outfit.

This girl has a maid too?!

Emma smiles as the woman takes our school bags away from her. “Thanks, Gertrude.” not missing a beat, the cheerleader turns to face me, “Come on, my bedroom is this way.” The blonde leads me towards the staircase that is on our right. I trail after Emma the way a puppy would trail after its owner. In due time, Emma and I reach the top of the staircase.

I notice that we are in the middle of a hallway that you can either turn left or right in—we end up turning right. As we make our way down the right corridor I come to the realization that there are only two doors. Both of the doors are at the end of the short hall on a long wall. We enter through the door that is closest to the left.

My eyes widen as we enter her bedroom. “Oh my gosh!” I unconsciously blurt out.

The first thing that catches my eye is her large bed that is on an elevated, carpeted platform. Her bedding is light pink, the shade reminding me of that nasty pink medicine. There are at least seven pillows that are laying in front of her golden headboard. The headboard itself appears to be entirely custom made. Next, my eyes drift over towards the small white couch that rests in front of the bed. There are quite a few pink throw pillows on this couch.

On the wall parallel to her bed I notice two white doors off to the side of a fireplace. The fireplace itself has a mantel above it and above the mantel sits a large flatscreen television that is mounted to the wall. I am unable to hide my shock from my face the moment that my eyes lay on the contents of her mantel.

There are a couple, if not dozens, of trophies and sashes. She even has numerous tiaras that sit on top of the mantel. I cannot help but ponder if she won all of those or if she was gifted them. My eyes continue to dart around her room with curiosity—From the soft white carpeting that covers the surface of her floors, to her large windows that begin at the ceiling and end at the carpeted floor, to the two glass doors that lay in between two windows, the glass door seeming to leading out to a small patio—I knew that without a doubt Emma had every teen girls dream bedroom. A bedroom similar to the ones that the popular girls in those entertaining chick flicks have.

Ugh! I would kill to have a bedroom like hers!

“I love your room!” I complimented once I realized that I had been completely silent for far too long. I turn around to face the blonde-haired cheerleader who is just staring at me. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest as she leans against her closed bedroom door.

A small smile makes its way onto her face. “Thanks.” Emma accepts the compliment. She leans off of the door and walks further into the room. “You don’t mind if I change. Do you?” she motions to her workout clothes.

“No, go ahead.”

Emma's petite body strolls over to one of the doors on the wall across from her bed. She gets around halfway towards the door before she lifts her arms up, her fingers slipping themselves underneath the bottom of her hot pink tank top. I have to admit that I am a bit surprised when she swiftly pulls said tank top over her head, leaving her in just her black sports bra. When she asked if I was alright with her changing I imagined that she would do so in another room, not in front of me. While I am a bit surprised by this simple action, nothing could have prepared me for what she does next. Emma hooks her fingers underneath the bottom of her sports bra and slowly pulls the piece of clothing over her head. Her back faces me, restricting me from viewing the front of her body. Although it may seem a bit rude, I find myself staring at her.

It is practically impossible for me to remove my eyes from the smooth skin on her back. My eyes slowly trail further down the blonde’s bare back until she disappears through a doorway. It does not take me much time to realize that the room that she is currently inside is a closet. This leads me to believe that the other door is possibly a personal bathroom.

The blonde’s voice travels outside the closet, “I feel like I know close to nothing about you.”

“What do you want to know?” I ask.

“Who’s the girl with the black hair that you’re always hanging with?” she asks, the sound of her shuffling around being heard.

I make my way over towards her large bed. “Oh! That’s Stella.” I answer, taking a seat on the soft mattress. “She’s been my best friend since, like, as long as I can remember.” an unconscious smile makes its way onto my face.

The light in her closet turns off and Emma exits the large closet in a pair of pink athletic shorts and a white cropped tank. I notice that her hair, which was previously in a messy ponytail from cheerleading practice, is now up in a messy bun. Some strands near the front of her head seem to have escaped from the confines of the bun. “You two must be close.” She pries as she makes her way closer towards her bed.

I nod my head, “Yeah, kind of.” Emma joins me on the mattress. She sits a few inches away from me.

I am taken by surprise once again when I feel a soft hand rest itself on top of mine. I look up to see Emma's ocean blue eyes, said eyes swirling with many unanswered questions. “I used to have this one friend who I would do everything with.” she suddenly confesses.

I furrow my eyebrows, “Used to? What happened between you two?”

“She broke up with me and got herself a new friend.” the blonde shrugs her shoulders. I notice that she is pretending that this situation does not bother her.

Thanks to us already holding hands, I use this advantage to pull her closer towards me. I pull my hands out of hers and wrap them around her neck. I rest my chin on one of her shoulders just as I feel her arms wrapping themselves around my midsection.

“She didn't deserve you.” I tell her, “You're literally one of the coolest and nicest girls that I have met at this shithole of a school.” I smile. “Don’t tell anyone, but I think that I'm developing a bit of a girl crush on you.” Emma's body vibrates against mine as she giggles at my joke.

“Jokes on you,” she says as she separates her body from my own. Although our bodies are separated, she is still holding me pretty close to her. Her eyes slowly take in my facial features. “I think that I already have a crush on you.” I laugh at her confession, not taking it too seriously. A smile of her own makes its way onto Emma’s face. She chuckles awkwardly while she completely separates our bodies, even going as far as to stand up from the large bed. “We, uh—We should probably go eat dinner before it gets cold.” the blonde suggests.

I take notice of her cheeks which are beginning to turn pink. I do not get more than a second to see this because she walks past me and out of her bedroom. I rise from her bed as well and hurriedly follow after her as I still have no clue how to navigate my way around this huge mansion.