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Chapter 16: Step 3| Trying Something...New

Step 3| Trying Something...Different

I was lying on my bed, completely asleep and relaxed. I turned a bit, when I felt freezing, cold water connect with my warm skin. I jumped up from the bed screaming, and shivering like crazy.

I looked up, facing Triston laughing his ass off. "The hell! Why did you pour freezing water all over me" I shrieked.

"I needed to wake you, and I wasn't sure if you wake up easily or not, so I thought why not pour freezing water on you." He answered, shrugging his shoulders.

"That's the most stupid reason I've ever heard. You still didn't explain from all the choices why cold water!" I said, my face was probably beet red.

"Hey! You can't blame me for that. You were still asleep so technically it's your fault" he answered, crossing his arms and pouting like a little 5 year old.

I went off my bed and walked pass him making sure to hit him hard when our shoulders connect. I heard him wince when I stepped on his foot, a satisfied smile crept up on my face.

I headed  into my connecting bathroom. My clothes for the day was neatly folded on the marble counter by the sinks.

I stepped into my shower and turned the knob to the right temperature, warm yet not too hot or cold. I relaxed a bit from the soothing heat, the warm water soaking my hair letting it flatten onto my skin. On the rack inside my shower was my favorite bottle of pomegranate scented shampoo and my refreshing mint body wash. I squirted some shampoo first on my palm then massaged it into my hair, after I take my sponge and add in my body wash, I then scrubbed my body clean making sure the suds foam up and covers every inch of skin. I then rinse it all off, then stepped out of the shower after turning it off.

I picked up my clothes and found out what outfit Triston chose this time. It was a short, pink skater skirt paired with a black, sheer sleeveless blouse; and just as I expected I was only wearing a black bandeau underneath.

I slipped everything on and headed out of the bathroom and bedroom, not bothering to blow dry my hair and just left it to air dry. I headed to the kitchen the smell of waffles fill the room, the strength of the smell almost made me run to the dining room to make sure no one eats my waffles. My amazing smelling waffles, that probably tastes ten times better than the smell.

I sat on the bar stools on the kitchen island, my mouth open in a wide smile. I am so ready to eat a whole stack of waffles right now, but my happiness faltered when I saw the waffles. Triston swallowed after eating the last piece of waffles, the supposedly sweet, sticky maple syrup on the plate was almost wiped dry.

My lip quivered, so no waffles. Triston noticed me sitting on the barstool, he looked at my outfit, approval evident in his eyes.

My mouth opened ready to ask for waffles, when Triston spoke.

"You have to change." My mouth hung open.

"I just came down hungry, ready for a stack of waffles, then you expect to change!?" I exclaimed, he shrugged.

"Go. We have a dinner to attend to, it's like a family dinner every 2 months, but first you have to get yourself a makeover. If my mom sees you now she'll faint." He said, placing his plate and fork in the sink.

"Can I at least have waffles." I asked, ready to beg.

"I ain't them all," he answered, I was about to scream "but I do have frozen waffles. Just defrost them," then he walked away, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

I grumbled a few profanities and just cooked myself up some scrambled eggs. What! It's way better than some sh*t excuse of a waffle.

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"I'll come back for you in a few hours, my dad called me over to watch the main office here in Oregon." he said, and in a hushed tone "also watch out for what you say."

I nodded, then I was pushed into the prim and proper salon, of downtown Oregon. A lady around 30 greeted me with a obvious forced smile. Her judging looking me over. I know she doesn't want to go against the great and powerful Triston Morgan, kiss ass.

"Ah...you must be Miss George am I right" the woman asked, her voice slightly showing her disgust. Hey! It's not my fault Triston made me wear a pair of cutt-offs, a tank top and flip flops.

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Sorry guys for cutting the chapter short. It was just too long (2 weeks right?) and I wanted to post this.

Also recently I've been getting writers block, so updates will be pretty slow. Maybe not for "Change For Love!?" since it's just new.

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