Chapter 26
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Tessa
I take my last undopped strands and wrap them around the curling iron. "Which one should I wear?" Jil holds two shirts next to her body. In the bathroom mirror in front of both of us I can see the two pieces of clothing from the corner of my eye.
One is a black, backless top, while the other is a long-sleeved belly T-shirt. Just think feverishly and then make my decision: "Take the top!"
She smiles at me and puts the shirt I decided not to wear over the heater. Then the top pulls itself over her head and plucks it rightly.
I have fortunately already made my own choice regarding the clothes for this evening. This allowed me to lend her things from me because she hasn't been home yet.
"When are you planning to go back to your parents," I ask and try to sound as uninterested as possible. "Do you want to get rid of me already?" First I feel pretty bad, but then I see her amused grin, which makes it clear to me that she doesn't mean it as seriously as it sounded. "No, of course not', I give her an apologetic look: "My mother wants to know." "I thought that she had no problem with me being here", now she looks rather surprised. "She doesn't either', I calm the girl down: 'She only worries because I haven't told her what's wrong with you yet'.
For a moment she pauses and just stares into the mirror. But then she turns her head and looks at me again: "You can tell her. I trust your mother. She's like family to me."
A stone falls from my heart: "Thank you, I really didn't know how to comfort her anymore. Every time I saw her, she asked what was wrong with you. But I can assure you that she will surely understand. She really accepts a lot about that."
I loosen my hair from the curling iron and pass through with my fingers. My curls have become really good. I am happy to notice that my look is right. But how should it be? My dark hair just goes well with the short black dress I dressed in.
"How long have you known that you're not hetero?" I hand her the curler as well and then grab my eyeliner. "Pretty long", she inserts the plug of the curler on her side and also starts to do her hair: "About a year." "And how did you find out?" I continue to drill while I try to pull my eyeliner with concentration. But I don't miss your grin. "Is there anyone there?" "Maybe," she avoids my question. "You have to introduce her to me," I ask and lower the pen.
"That could be difficult," she admits. Her gaze is entered. Damn, did I hit a sore spot there? In order not to embarrass her even more, I don't say anything anymore, although I'm already interested.
"How can you always pull such straight eyeliners?" she complains: "I want to be able to do that, too." "I don't know, I can just do that', I shrug my shoulders and try to quickly touch on a new topic: 'Where do you actually want to go today? First she thinks about it, then gives me an address. I agree. She somehow knows more about it. Sometimes I really think that you are a living telephone book.
"But now I have a question", she closes her eyes and looks at me very closely. "Okay, I sound noticeably insecure. "You told me Cole and Elijah would come to you on some weekends. Now tell me, when is it going to happen?" I'm surprised at her interest in it, but I still answer her. "Tomorrow," I announce. I sighed loudly once. I had tried to repress that completely.
"I really feel sorry for you, but maybe it won't get that bad," she gives me a mischievous grin. I twist my eyes: "It's gonna be super bad." "Oh, you know his reputation", she pecks me in the side: "Be honest. Can you imagine anything between you? Shocked, I stare at her. How can she think that of me: "No, certainly not. How did you come up with such an idea? "Well, when two people with such an attraction as you live in a house, a lot can happen, Tessa," she no longer grins. Instead, her gaze is completely serious.
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