Playing Matchmaker

chapter four

a c c i d e n t a l l y h o r n y

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Character Picture: Emily

External Link: Nova's back to school clothes!

Spanish Translations in the Authors Note down the bottom! :) dedicated to a great writer!

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"Cecilia, you're breaking my heart, you're shaking my confidence daily." My alarm clock burst out with its usual morning wake up tune. I had thought that putting a nice song as the alarm would make we wake up more, what's the word? Civil.

But no, my alarm clock woke the beast inside of me. I groaned loudly and slammed my hand down on it to stop the analogue clock from making my morning even worse. I didn't want to wake up at all. I could just lay in my warm bed forever. I knew I had to get up or else I would be late for school, my attendance record is shocking and I want to make it a bit better this year.

I yawned, stretching my stiff arms and legs, and tiptoed to the bathroom with my underwear in my hands. I couldn't be bothered to pick out clothing in this state of mind, I'd do that when I'm out of the shower.

Since I didn't get to shower last night as I stayed up so late with all the guys - they went home at about 2am because of school - I had to wash my hair, which would make me run even later because I'd have to dry it. Coming out of the bathroom with only my towel wrapped around me when I had finished my shower and had dried my hair, I padded back to my bedroom only to see a figure lying on my bed.

I screamed bloody murder and clutched my towel even tighter around myself. I swear it was that tight I'm nearly suffocating my poor chest. I sobered up and stared at the boy sleeping on my bed. "Tyler, what the hell are you doing on my bed," I slapped him across the face lightly. I'm not that mean to slap him that hard a few brain cells popped or something.

"Huh," he frowned and sat up drowsily. I must have taken quite a while in the shower since he must have fallen asleep. "Oh," recognition flashed in his eyes. "I need a ride to school."

"I also need to get dressed," I put a hand on my hip and gave him a pointed look to get out of my room. He must have read my expression and exited my room after staggering to the door, still half asleep.

I rolled my eyes. I thought it was Nate who was the one who would come to my house in the mornings, not Tyler the ass. I stared at my wardrobe while taping my thin in thought. I wanted to wear something a little bit more outgoing than the usual jeans and tee. Problem is, I don't have anything other than plain old unflattering clothes. I sighed in frustration as I rummaged through my closet to find something semi decent to wear.

I knew I should have gone back to school shopping. I refused to though, because whenever I go with my mother she buys hippy clothes for me - which are so not my style. Emily was at some boot camp the whole summer learning how to deal with destructive things - don't even ask, I told you she was special - so I couldn't go with her either and Nate is useless when it comes to clothes shopping. He is a guy after all, not much you could expect from him other than picking out the tightest of dresses and lacy bras.

I then remembered the clothes that Emily had bought me for my birthday last year. Being the whacko she is, she bought me butt floss (a thong because apparently you have to get one for your birthday at least once) and a few tight clothing in case I ever decided to dress like a tart. I shrugged in nonchalance, not really caring what I wear anymore. I guess they'll have to do. I rummaged through my small built-in wardrobe for a few minutes before pulling out a floral crop top with ruffles and black high waisted shorts. I have no clue if they go well together, but they would have to do. At least I would make Emily happy that I'm wearing something presentable. Not wanting to step too far out of my comfort zone, I wore my all black converse for good measure.