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“She’s my best friend. Like, my number one best friend. She has never gone to a party because her mom doesn’t feel it’s safe, or something. But this is the first time she’s letting her go, so I’m going, too,” she says. I’m guessing she wants me to take her. I mean, I still have my disguise on. Might as well.
“Okay. But we’re going by bus. I’m not risking anyone seeing me in my car, especially with you.”
“Whatever. As long as we get there.” She brushes my comment off.
“Now go get ready,” I tell her. She runs into her room and closes the door. I smile, sitting down on the couch to wait for her.
A couple of minutes later, Ellie comes out wearing a black shirt and navy-blue cargo pants with a long gold necklace, and she’s holding a white jacket. The only thing we have in common look-wise, is our similar skin color. While I have blonde curly hair and green eyes, she has brown wavy hair and hazel eyes. Almost complete opposites.
“Come on, let’s go,” she says, running to the door and slipping her shoes on.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” I tell her, standing up and following her.
After searching for a bus that gets us to the destination, we walk to the bus stop. We sit there, waiting for it to pass by. The wind passes through every now and then, but it isn’t too cold.
After a while of standing up, Ellie begins complaining. “Buses take too long!” She has no patience.
“It’s been five minutes, Ellie,” I tell her. She whines, crossing her hands. She’s so dramatic. Suddenly, God answers her complaint, and a black car stops in front of us. It’s small, but obviously expensive. The black metal glimmers against the hidden sun. The tainted windows are lowered to reveal the driver.
Black hair, dark green eyes, peach skin color. “What a coincidence. I think I’ve seen you before,” Lorenzo.
“Stop it.” I tell him. He smiles. He loves teasing, doesn’t he?
“Why is he here?” Ellie asks, annoyed. She straightens her posture.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Lorenzo says back. Ellie rolls her eyes at him. He turns his head to me, frowning. Ellie’s never going to give him a break.
“She’s going to a gathering. We’re waiting for the bus,” I tell him. He leans his head to the side, scrunching his eyebrows.
“Isn’t that a bit below your level?” He jokes.
“Ha, hilarious.”
“Come on. I’ll take you,” Lorenzo suggests but Ellie’s mouth curves downwards.
“No!” she whines.
“Would you rather wait another fifteen minutes for the bus?” He raises his brow, questioning her. She surrenders easily exhales, standing up.
“Fine.” Lorenzo then presses something, and the door to the back seat springs open. Cars are too advanced these days. He then turns his gaze to me.
“You coming? You need to direct me,” he asks. It’s obviously an excuse. He doesn’t want to go with Ellie alone, and I understand that.
“That’s obviously not why you want me to come, but I’ll come anyway,” I reply, standing up and walking to the passenger seat of the car. The door opens automatically, and I get in.
“So, who’s house?” he asks, turning his body to see Ellie.
“Sarah Ferah,” she replies. Another name I’ve never heard of. My sister has too many friends, if you ask me. Lorenzo turns back to the front and continues to drive.
“Okay. Now, how is Ellie going to a gathering?” he asks. It’s confusing to all of us.
“It’s girls only, and this girl, Elaina, is going for the first time. She’s Ellie’s best friend from what I’ve been told,” I explain.
Lorenzo shows a puzzled expression. “Elaina?” He repeats. What’s wrong with the name?
“Yes. What’s wrong with her?” Ellie asks him.
“I . . . know her,” he replies. He knows her? A 10-year-old that lives here in LA? I turn to Ellie.
