Falling Awake by T.A Richards Neville Read Free Book Online

Harbors very own Jessica Rabbit.
    "Okay, now let me look at you," she said turning to me.
    "Why would it matter what I looked like?" I asked accusingly.
    “I hope this is not one of those meet my boyfriend things, where his not so good looking friend turns up who you have not so cleverly, secretly set me up with.” I pointed a finger at her finally having it all worked out. She was always trying to set me up and it ended miserably every single time.
    “Calm down. This is not a set up, but you want to look nice don’t you?” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. I assumed she was talking about Caleb and it hadn’t even crossed my mind we might bump into him. He would probably be at the garage enjoying the adoration of throngs of middle-aged women whilst they threw their underwear at him. 
    I looked down at my plain outfit. I’d chosen to wear my long sleeved tight white V-neck top that my dad hated, saying it accentuated my um uh breasts. God he could be so awkward it was painful. I teamed it with my best fitting pair of bootleg jeans over my brown cowboy boots. 
    “Here sit down," she said, guiding me by the shoulders onto the stool at the dressing table. She rummaged around in her make up bag and started applying mascara and blusher to my face.
    "Is there any need for all this?" I asked her as she emptied the contents of the bag across the table. “I mean, I’m not the one on a date here."
    I usually enjoyed getting ready to go out, but the conversation from earlier still lingered and I was festering from it. Damn Jealousy.
    "Hush will you? People still have to see you for god sake. Would it hurt to make a little bit of an effort? I don’t want Drake to think I brought along the local homeless vagabond.”
    I laughed loudly. “Okay calm down, Jesus. I’ll make an effort." She picked out a black tube of lipstick and opened it up.
    "Here it is. This colour will look amazing on you, what do you think?" It was a soft dusky rose. I liked it.
    I normally didn’t wear much make up. I was lucky enough that I inherited my long silky dark brown tresses and olive complexion from my mother who was of Native American descent. People were always telling me how my beautiful hair and flawless skin were my best qualities.
    My hair now spilled over my shoulders and settled down my back in thick waves.
    "Fine. Yes, it's nice. Just hurry up will you?" She carefully applied the lipstick and then insisted on running the brush through my hair and fluffing it up with some hairspray.
    “It’s a shame about that lip, but you look hot Jensen," she said, eyeing me up and down. "Those jeans make your ass look amazing." She slapped my behind. I laughed and squatted her hand away.
    My lip had gone down a considerable amount, but the small cut was still a visible reminder of what happened.
    A car sounded its horn outside my bedroom window.
    "I wonder who that is," I said, walking over to the window. Sitting outside was a golden orange Pontiac G8. Mellissa hurried over to my side beaming.
    "Drake's here," she announced.
    "What do you mean Drakes here?" I asked confused. "How does D-r-a-k-e," I pronounced his name slowly, exaggerating each letter, "Even know where I live?" I was slightly annoyed at her just handing my address out to random strangers she had known all of two minutes, whether she was in love with them or not.
    "I told him where you live," she said, dragging me out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the dining room, where she picked up her black clutch from the dinner table and threw in our phones and her purse.
    "I'm not real happy about you telling him where I live Mellissa. God, does he even know where you live?" I asked, fully aware that I was acting a little uptight.
    "Keep you panties on will you? I promise as soon as we get out there I will make him swear an oath not to come back here while you are sleeping and cut your throat, okay?" she said mockingly.
    "Your hilarious you know that?" I told her, following her