The Perfect Touch
Cale glances suspiciously at me, "What's wrong?"
I look out the window, "Nothing."
"Nothing." I snap.
He sighs, and starts drumming on the dash board. Angrily, I slam my hand down on top of his, "Stop. Taping."
SAVANNAH'S POV (if you don't remember who this is...it's the popular mean girl)
I slam my prada purse down on the wooden table, "SILVIA!"
Our Mexican maid scurries into the dining room, "Yes Miss?"
"Clean my car." I order.
She curtsies, "Yes Miss."
She exits, and I stomp up the stairs. I lock the French doors to my room, and scream. I hate my mother! She is making me hang out with Gigi today...GIGI!
Gigi is a loser, I don't care if she is a lion now, she's still a loser! There's a knock on my door, "Savannah?"
I roll my eyes, dear Lord, it's fucking Gigi. Angrily, I jerk open the door. I don't even spare her a glance, instead, I cross the room, and sit down at my vanity.
Carefully, I re-apply my eyeliner. Gigi sits down on my bed. "Dont sit there!"
She jumps up, and stands awkwardly. I roll my eyes, this is going to be a long night.
I sent Cale home, I honestly can't stand him right now. I can't stand myself right now. I just need a break, all of this is just too much to absorb.
I find myself shoving clothes into a duffle bag, sorry Cale.
Authors note: sorry it's short. Sorry I didn't upload yesterday. I've had the worst couple days ever.