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Her light gray eyes sparkle as she speaks. “Hello, there.”
“Mom, this is Kayla,” Sam introduces. “Kayla, this is my mom, Marlena.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Davis,” I politely say while shaking her soft hand, fingers adorned with gold jewelry.
She waves it off. “No need for formalities. Please, call me Marlena.”
I’m comfortable in a matter of seconds.
“Would you two like anything to eat?” Marlena offers. “I just made nachos.” She’s so upbeat, easy-going.
“I’m all set, thank you,” I decline as nicely as possible.
“We just ate, Mom.”
The song changes to another, and Marlena brightens at the uptempo beat, rocking her hips. “Ooh! This one always hits me in the bones.”
Sam and I giggle as her mom grooves without care.
“Let me know if you girls want anything.” Marlena dances back down the passage, not missing a step.
I glance at Sam, smiling. “I see where you get your warm and bubbly personality.”
“Hm.” She chuckles softly and tells me, “Come on. Let’s hang out in my room.”
I follow her up the polished dark hardwood stairs.
A low gasp escapes my lips when we enter her large and exquisite bedroom.
Twirling, I admire the contemporary theme, from the wall paint to the bedding, carpet, and expensive-looking silver furniture.
Sam has a chill spot that includes two lavender chaises with nailhead trims, a silver coffee table, and a flat-screen TV on the wall.
I’ve only seen walk-in closets of that magnitude in TV shows and movies. The glass doors allow me to peek inside at all of Sam’s clothes, shoes, and bags.
Shit. Everything seems well-organized.
We relax on the comfy bench by the window after Sam retrieves a container of nail polish.
“Want me to pick you up on Friday?” she asks amid putting on the base coat.
“Oh, cool. If it’s not any trouble.”
She wobbles her head and assures me, “Not at all.”
“Thanks.” I pause at a thought. “I almost changed my mind about the party, but after the way Brandon acted, I want to go and prove a point.”
“Brandon Decker!” she shrieks. “Brandon Decker talked to you? When did that happen?” Her high pitch matches the palpable shock on her face.
“Oh, um.” I set the purple nail polish down. “He was on his way from school yesterday and gave me a ride. He didn’t want me to go to the party, though. As if I didn’t belong. But…” My voice fades as I consider what happened earlier. “Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe he thinks people won’t be nice to me. I mean, today, someone posted a paper on my back, and he took it off, hid it from me.”
Her flawless brows curl along with the frown contorting her face. “Oh...sorry that happened. It’s nice of Brandon, though. I’ve never seen him talk to a girl other than his sister. That’s interesting.” She leans back, deliberating. “Not sure why he’d have an issue with you going to Heath’s party. Brandon doesn’t go out.”
“Seriously?” I sputter. “Then why was he telling me not to?”
“Beats me.” Curiosity blooms in her ashen gaze. “So, what else did you two talk about yesterday? What’s he like?”
“Arrogant,” I grumble, then consider some more. “He seems…intense, I guess.”
