Page 34 of Reign of the Queen
"You still got gummy bears hidden somewhere in here?" She starts rifling through my desk drawers, looking for the stash I keep just for her.She’s addicted to those little sugary bears.
She opens the last drawer on the left, and I hear her gasp. "Girl, what is this?" She pulls out a rainbow-colored contraption.
As tough as Raegan is, she is still pretty innocent and naïve. I let out a quick giggle, "Girl, I wonder about you sometimes; you seriously don't know what that is?"
"Is it a hair wand?" She clicks the button, and it starts vibrating. Her face turns a quick shade of pink when she realizes that it is not a hair wand. "Oh, my lord, is that your B.O.B.?" She throws it on the bed like it's a poisonous snake.
"No need to throw unicorn; he's clean after all, cleaner than the boys at Casbury." My body shakes with laughter at her mortification, tears leak out of my eyes and down my face.
"Un... unicorn, you gave it a name. Lord, give me strength to deal with you, Amelia. That's all kinds of wrong." She trembles like she's repulsed, her lip curling.
"Stop being so uptight, Rae. There is nothing wrong with using a vibrator; after all, a girl has needs, and there is no one in this town I would trust to get me off." Laughing I grab the offending colorful vibrator off the bed, turning off the vibrations and putting it away in my nightstand drawer.
"No, nope, no way." Raegan puts her hands over her ears. "I do not want to know what you do to yourself when I am not here." Giving my drawer a last look, she walks away, grabs her backpack, and starts pulling out her homework assignments.
Hmm, maybe Raegan needs a gift for Christmas. She could use something to help her settle down, the angry little psycho. I grab my bag, jump up on my bed and pull out my biology textbook and start on my assignments.
Any school I apply to, being a Stratford, will open its doors widely to accept me, I pride myself on having a three-point nine G.P.A., and I hope to increase it to a four before this year is up. I know my G.P.A. being so high isn't really needed, but fuck, I have always been intelligent, and I want to earn my place in college.
At five o’clock, I put my biology homework away, connect my phone’s playlist to the speaker system in this wing of the house, and get up and wander into my walk-in closet. I look around the vast room that’s stocked with hangers all arranged by color. Drawers and shelves with different shoes grace one whole wall, and there’s even a full-length mirror on another wall. I grin like a lunatic every time I come in here.How a girl who went from having only one pair of dusty old converse has grown.
Strolling to my denim section, I grab a high-waisted pair of jeans and then an off-white cropped button cardigan. Selecting an all-lace La Perla black bra and matching thong from my drawer, I start to strip down and change out of the Casbury Prep uniform. When I’m dressed, I walk out to see what Raegan thinks of my outfit, just asSAYGRACEandG-Eazystart crooning, “You don’t own me” across the speakers.How fucking appropriate, I snicker.
“Rae? This too casual for meeting up with the hoe-bros?” She looks up from putting her homework in her bag and raises an eyebrow. “Hoe-bros? I love that term. We are so calling them that from now on.”
Walking over, she scrutinizes me, indicating with her finger that I should turn around for her so she can see the whole outfit. “Mmm, one sec kay?” She wanders into the walk-in closet, the sound of drawers opening and things being pulled off shelves makes its way out of the closet.
She comes out holding a pair of red ankle peep toe Christian Dior booties with a killer heel and a long gold necklace that has a diamond pendant on the end of it. She passes me the shoes and reaches around to put the chain on me. When I’m standing there with the heels on, she’s still tilting her head one way and then the other, dissecting my outfit.
I’m starting to fidget with all her intense focus. I have never managed to be comfortable with people staring at me, and although I know I look nothing like Amelia from before, some habits and anxiety triggers are hard to break. I still struggle with people scrutinizing my appearance.
“Am I good?” I ask, scrunching up my face.
She walks over and unbuttons the first two buttons of the cropped knit cardigan so the black bra is visible. My nipples are barely hidden between the two sides of the jacket now, but opening it allows it to slouch slightly off of my shoulders. I’ll have to be careful not to have any nip slips.
“Better. They have no idea what’s about to hit them. It’s on like Donkey Kong!” She giggles.
I roll my eyes at her; she’s such a goofball. I amble back into the closet to get a look of myself in the full-length mirror. Holy Shit! I look good, sexy but still clothed, hot without being overly skanky.I love it.
“Amelia, throw on some red lipstick, girl; you got to make an impression tonight,” Raegan rambles as she walks into the closet and starts looking for an outfit to wear, heading for my sweatpants.
Raegan is a little shorter and a bit curvier than I am, but she is a freaking knockout. That gorgeous hair, beautiful glowing skin, not to mention those stunning green eyes. I know she doesn’t usually dress her best attributes; lack of interest in any one of the male species at Casbury and lack of funds is her reasoning, which is bullshit. Dressed in a paper bag, she’d still be stunning. The girl is hot, and it’s time the vultures at Casbury started to take notice.
Yanking a hanger with a black light sweater dress with a round neck that will hit her mid-thigh and grabbing a pair of skulled-heeled knee-high suede black boots I pass them to her. “Get changed, biatch.”
“No way, I’m not wearing that. I got no one to impress with that, Amelia.” She crosses her arms against her chest, refusing to meet my eyes.
“Like fuck you don’t. You’re my ride or die, right?” I cock an eyebrow at her.
“You know I am.” She smirks.
“Then get changed and act like it. We rule Casbury, and that dress is going to knock the breath out of everyone looking at you, including Evan if we see him.” I let out a sadistic laugh and wag my eyebrows at her.
“Who cares what Evan thinks?” She huffs but takes the dress and boots from me and starts stripping down.
Striding over to the light-up makeup table in the corner of the room, near the window.Yes, I know what you’re thinking; this bitch has a window in her walk-in closet?You bet your ass I do. Princess Stratford here, remember.
There are endless drawers and shelves of high-end makeup that my grandmother ordered. I don’t even use a quarter of this crap, but tonight calls for all the ammunition I’ve got. I search through all the red lipsticks and settle on Tom Ford’s Scarlet Rouge.
