Hope's Chance(9)

I rolled my eyes and sat back in the chair as Rylee curled my hair. When it was all said and done I looked like I was headed to a photo shoot. Rylee was pleased with her work, I could see it on her face.

I slipped on a pair of sandals and she rolled her eyes again. She reached into her giant purse and pulled out a pair of black high heels. “You will be wearing these once we get out of this church house.”

“Shut up, she isn’t that bad.”

“Oh yes she is.”

My mother was taking a nap when we headed out of the house. She barely opened her eyes to kiss me goodbye, as I told her I would be staying at Rylee’s house overnight. We made it out of there without any extra questions, which was a first.




Chance



My sister had barged in my place three times during the day. A few times I just wanted to get on my bike and leave, but I really had no place to go. She knew how I was feeling about going out in public. I hadn’t done it in so long now. I could only assume she thought I would break down and go completely crazy.

To be honest, I didn’t really like being around people. After what happened to me, I couldn’t trust anyone. My friends had showed me that.

I looked through my closet, realizing I hadn’t even unpacked any of my nice clothes. Before everything happened, I had lots of fun events to attend at Penn State. My rich girlfriend had taken me shopping and left me with a closet of designer clothes. I grabbed one of the boxes out of the back of my closet and started looking through it. I found a few v-neck t-shirts that were still folded nicely in the box. I was amazed considering all I remember was throwing things in boxes when we moved.

I chose the light blue v-neck with a pair of dark gray shorts. They were made from linen. I remembered because Veronica, my ex, made a big deal about owning a pair of linen shorts. I never would have bought them for myself, but once I tried them on I understood the hype they got. They were comfortable and light. I wasn’t into dancing, but bars could get ungodly hot, and I didn’t feel like sweating my ass off all night. My sister came in as I was putting my white Nike’s on.

“Oh Hell no! You are not wearing those shoes with that outfit. I would have thought Veronica taught you better than that.”

“For someone that wants me to go with her, you aren’t being very nice. What is wrong with my shoes?”

“Chance, you can’t wear those expensive shorts with a pair of Nikes. Here.” She tossed me a pair of boat shoes. I know they had some fancy name, but I always thought they looked like something our granddad had worn. “Wear these instead.”

“Yeah, I was going for the old man look tonight anyway.”

“Shut up and get them on. Mark and I are ready to go.”

I slipped the shoes on my feet and followed her out the door. When she turned around to stop me I slammed into the back of her. “Dammit Buffy, watch where you are going.”

“You forgot your hair. Good thing I carry hair gel in my purse. Hurry up, Mark is in the car. I will deal with your hair situation as he drives us there.”

“Wait! I think I want to drive myself.”

She turned around to face me. Because she was wearing a short leather skirt and a pink top that left her belly hanging out, the bright glare from her belly ring shined in my face. I covered my eyes before I could even talk to her. “Damn girl, you tryin to blind me?”

“You are not driving that bike.”

“Yes I am. Listen, I promised you that I would go, but I can’t promise that I will have a great time. In fact I am counting on it being horrible. With that being said…I think I want to have my own ride. I don’t want to spoil your and Marks time. I will follow you there, and I promise no more than two beers. If I get too drunk we can leave the bike there.”

She seemed to be considering my idea, but when the horn honked she knew Mark was growing impatient. “Fine. Don’t do anything stupid tonight Chance.”

“Okay, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do.” She turned around and gave me a smile before heading to the car.

Thankfully she had forgotten about my hair. I put on my helmet and followed them out of the large driveway on my bike. I had already decided that shortly after dinner I was going to head home. Being out at a bar wasn’t my idea of a good time anymore. Not after everything that happened.





Chapter 6


Hope



Rylee waited until we were a few miles away from my house to apply makeup. As the foundation filled my pours, I started to feel uncomfortable. It was hot outside and the last thing I wanted was something else to make me sweat. The two dresses were bad enough as it was on the ten minute ride.

I hated having someone else put makeup on me, and especially mascara. I couldn’t help but blink, which made it even harder for Rylee. After at least fifteen minutes she told me I could look in the mirror.

I didn’t even recognize myself at first. Between the hair and now makeup I looked so much older.

“Wow! I look different.”

“Do you like it?”

“It is different.” Was all I could stammer out.

Rylee rolled her eyes. “Whatever! You look totally hot. I would do you if I were a guy.”

“Oh my God! Shut up. I am not doing anybody tonight or anytime soon.”

“You never know what could happen. You might want to be the next re-born virgin Mary, but I want something new, something strange to start off my summer.”