Nervously clutching Zane's note in my hand, I take long strides up to the penthouse door. Why would he invite me over? Did he want to order me around some more? Either way, I had curled my hair and put on my best outfit, because, no matter how stupid it was, I didn't want to look all shabby in front of him, especially after he'd called me poor. I knock on the door three times, trying not to sound timid.
I straighten out my white-button down and black pants as I rise from the couch in the living room. My laptop lays open to reveal Cameron's face from Skype. Perfect timing for Rylinn to come. Cameron was always bugging my about not having a girlfriend, being a player himself. And since Rylinn just had to come, this was perfect. I was killing two bats with one stone.
When the door opens, I try to look at him indignantly, but he was so much taller than me...looking up at him, I say, scowling a little, "Why did you tell me to come here?"
"Well, that's some way to talk to me." I say, and put my arm around her shoulders, leading her inside. Cameron gives me a strange look. Thank gosh she dressed up. Or Cameron will kill me. "Cameron, this is Rylinn. Rylinn, this is Cam." I close the door and force Rylinn to sit next to me on the couch facing the computer.
I try to wriggle out of his arm, my eyebrows pulling together. "What is going on?" I say, wondering why he would want me to meet his friend.
I laugh, tighting my grip around her. "Rylinn, Cameron wanted to meet you. I told him a lot about you." I say, though I had to stretch the truth, not knowing many things about her. "Hello. So you've been putting up with Zane ever since you moved here?" Cameron asks her.
"Um...no?" It comes out as a question. I wonder what the heck Zane told Cameron about me. "Is this about the suit?" I ask, remembering the the suit-maker's name was Cameron.
"Ah-ha, yes Cameron, she LOVED the suit. Told me I looked pretty sexy in it." I say, hugging her tightly again, so she'll watch what she says. "Ah. Good. Spent millions on the design and everything just for him." Cameron gleams.
"Ha! No I didn't," I tell Cameron, as an answer to the sexy comment. I raise my eyebrows at Zane. "Have you been talking about me?" I again try to shove his arm off me, but he's holding on too tightly. I decide to just sit there, then, waiting for an answer.
Cameron laughs. I grit my teeth, ready to snap. But I won't. I got to keep my cool- until Cameron is off the camera. "Of course. Look, Cam, we got to go. We have a whole day planned full of stuff. So go back to your little job." I smile and close the lid of the computer, and then proceed to glare at Rylinn. "Couldn't you just go with it?"
"If you don't tell me what's going on, I swear to God..." I can't finish the sentence. What was I going to do to him? "What do you want?"
"I needed someone to pose as my girlfriend in front of Cam. He doesn't understand how hard it is to find a truly meaningful girl to me. So I decided to fake it, and since your gussied up- I thought I'd give it a try." I shrug. "He's the designer of the suit. A pretty rich young man. Actually- older than me."
I honestly didn't understand his logic. "You met me, like, two hours ago! And now you're trying to pass me off as your girlfriend? That's ridiculous! If you want someone to show off to your friends, find someone that likes being ordered around and lied about."
"You're the only thing close to a friend I have here. I need to impress him- he thought I wouldn't be able to survive outside of my home." I say, folding my arms. "I don't have to lie about you then. I'll call the whole thing off and go back to live in my stupid house with my stupid mother."
"Oh, my gosh, I cannot believe what I'm hearing." I shake my head, incredulous. "You're trying to give ME the guilt trip?!" I'm getting pretty mad now. "Look, Zane? Just tell me what you want from me, okay? No more confusion."
I sigh and start up my dramatics again. "I just need a friend." Yep. Sounded un-Zane enough.
Seeing his sad face, I almost--ALMOST--feel bad for him. "You have everything you could ever want," I say softly. "Why do you need me?"
"You think it's easy being a rich heir, with your only friends in all parts of the world? Moving to a new town to be away from your stuck-up family you can't stand? I need just one person who is willing to be nice for me."
I will NOT let myself do this. I have a life. I can't throw it all away from some stuck-up rich kid who claims he's got such a hard life and needs a friend. "Okay, so say I agree to spend time with you. Then what?" I raise my eyebrows.
I sigh. "Why don't we do something? What's around here to do?"
I look at my phone for the time. "Crap," I whisper. I'm late for work. "Umm, the coffee shop?" I say, helpless. "I have a job, you know."
"A job?" I laugh. "What work you must do.... Fine. Coffee. Better be good though." I say as I rise to my feet.
"Please. Of course it'll be good. I'm making it." I smile before realizing that I had just attempted humor with him. Weird. It felt strangely...natural. "Kay, let's go."
"Alright." I grab my fur-collared coat and follow her to the door. "Better not need to walk far."
*transfer to coffee shop?*
"It's right down the street. Quit complaining." Open the door and step out into the hallway.
*Sure! Do you wanna post first?*
I follow her out the door and lock it tightly. "Let's go." I mutter, taking her arm. "Lead the way."
*sure, I'll post now. :)*