7. Weird Vivian
1234 Words
CHAPTER SEVEN
Meredith glanced one last time at the window before following her mum downstairs. It’s unbelievable how dinner time had arrived so early. Her dad was already home sitting at the dinner table with a copy of Dragon Street Daily newspaper open in his hands.
“Hey dad,” she greeted as he raised his eyes, a warm smile enveloping his face.
“Hey honey. How was school today?” he questioned still smiling.
“It was great,” She plopped down on her seat at the dinner table.
“How was your work today?” she rarely asked her dad about his work but today she would do anything to stir her attention away from bad feeling clawing at her gut.
A knock on the door stopped her spoon midair as she felt her heart jump into her mouth suddenly.
Damn you Ace for this.
She cussed under her breath. She knew she had him to blame for being jumpy all the time ever since he arrived in the quiet town of Dragon Street. A small movement was enough to make her want to pee herself in fright.
“Were you expecting some colleagues over?” her mum asked Dad.
“Not any that I’m aware of. How about you Meredith? Were you expecting someone? Or any classmates maybe?” His dad whipped his head to look at Meredith.
“Nope but I’ll go check,” she pushed back her chair striding across the room to yank open the door.
Vivian stood by the door rubbing her palms as the cold night breeze pushed back her straight blonde hair slightly. Sometimes Meredith wished she had Vivian’s hair and not her kinky black tendrils that would take ages to pull them into a neat ponytail.
“What are you doing here at this time?” She whispered taken by surprise.
“Well I tried knocking at your window but you wouldn’t open up. Are your parents already home?” she questioned trying to peek over Meredith’s shoulder. Oh, so she had been the one who scared the s**t of her by tapping on the window.
“Of course. Its nightfall so where else would they be? We were actually having dinner. So why exactly are you here at this time? I thought I will sneak out later to meet you like we usually do,” She whispered folding her lithe arms around herself to stop more goose bumps from enveloping her exposed arms.
“Ace is throwing a party next Friday, which he personally invited us and you are coming,” she announced in her usual cheery tone.
“And you couldn’t tell this to me later at the party or at least text me?” She stared at her best friend ridiculously, her brows tilted up.
She seemed to think for a moment before her lips slowly parted.
“Yeah. Actually coming to think of it I look pretty stupid. I mean I have a phone but I guess maybe I was just too excited to bring the news to you. All Ace did, was tell me to come straightaway and tell you the news and I did,” she seemed surprised by her own actions.
“Who is at the door?” Mr. Laurent asked, wondering why it had taken his daughter so long to answer the door.
“It’s Vivian. She came to borrow my chemistry book,” Meredith shouted back.
“Now that means I’ll have to come in,” she pouted as Meredith smirked lightly as she let her walk past.
Meredith watched her greet her parents before she whisked her off to her bedroom closing the door behind them.
“What do you think about Ace, Vivian?” She questioned out of nowhere.
“Why? You clearly don’t like that guy,” Vivian pointed out.
“True but I still want to know what you think about him. I want your honest opinion,” Meredith elaborated.
“Well, I think that he should be modeling and not stuck in some boring high school with us. I mean did you see just how blue his eyes are? And those lips must have been curved by the Greek gods themselves,” she sighed dreamily seating down on Meredith’s made bed.
“I’m not talking about his mouthwatering looks. Didn’t you feel some strange vibe emanating from him when he sat with us during lunch the first day he arrived? I mean, he seemed like someone dangerous,” She tried explaining noting how Vivian was staring at her puzzled before she sighed.
“I love you Meredith but your paranoia has gone overboard this time. So you think he is in the mafia now?” She knew Vivian’s question was sarcastic but she couldn’t quiet cross out the possibility.
“Maybe you are right, I’m just being paranoid again,” She sat down next to her.
“Damn right,” Vivian chuckled.
“Yeah, maybe. So why did you knock at my window again? You could have just used the perfectly working front door,” Meredith pointed out.
Her eyebrows knitted into a confused frown.
“Trust me. I have no idea why I did that,” She chuckled slightly at her remark.
“You are high again, aren’t you?” she muttered.
“No, I’m not,” she denied but Meredith had already anticipated she would say that, which only meant she was indeed high.
“Okay. I’m driving us to the party,” she took her favorite navy-blue hoodie putting it on before beckoning her to follow.
“For pitts sake, I’m not high Meredith,” she insisted fervently watching Meredith as she took her jeep keys.
“Yeah, yeah,” Meredith dismissed her claim, picking up one of her old finished up exercise books handing it over to Vivian for satisfying her parents.
She followed Meredith downstairs still grumbling but she was still her best friend and Meredith knew she could be so reckless when she was high.
“Where are you going?” Mr. Laurent asked surprised the moment the two girls reached the dining table.
“I’m driving Vivian home. She has a headache which means I won’t be coming back. I’ll just spend the night with her,” Meredith lied smoothly even though her heartbeat was racing. She preferred sneaking out to parties rather than lying to her parents.
“Just take care,” he said as they both nodded.
Mr. and Mrs. Laurent bid the teenagers goodnight and wished Vivian a quick recovery. They walked out of the house and as predicted Vivian had no means of transport.
“Looks like we are taking my jeep to the party then,” Meredith announced as she started the engine.
“You are not going to the party with those clothes, now are you?” Vivian looked at Meredith’s peach sundress and white flip flops.
“That’s why I have you for a best friend. So I get to borrow your clothes whenever I need them,” she added driving towards Vivian’s house.
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