Make Me Yours by Tia Louise
Prologue
Ruby
Fifth Grade
It’s a truth universally acknowledged that little girls know by fifth grade whether they’re bitches or not.
Okay, I just made that up based on the intro to Jane Austen’sPride & Prejudice. I don’t really know if it’s a universal truth or not, but in Oakville, our tiny bedroom community of Charleston, it was real clear the day Serena Whitehead emerged as queen bitch of our fifth-grade class.
A lot of families had migrated to Oakville from Charleston for the small-town schools and the perception of safety, so we were meeting a lot of new girls. Still, we’d known Serena since Kindergarten…
“My mother says your dad was voted Most Handsome in high school.” Her voice comes from behind my left shoulder. “Too bad you look nothing like him.”
She’s right.
My father, prominent Charleston neurosurgeon Kenneth Banks, is tall, with light brown hair and flinty blue eyes.
Stepping back, I smooth my finger along the fair brow framing his round eyes, thinking how they look disappointed even in charcoal. “My mom was voted most beautiful in her graduating class.”
“Where was that? Suzy Wong Manicurist Academy?” Serena laughs, and I turn to face her.
Bitches don’t scare me.
“Clemson Magnet. Her degree was in accounting.”
I leave out how she then met my dad and gave it all up to stay home and raise her family, also known as me.
“You are so good at portraits.” My best friend Drew’s voice is a sweet interruption, and the fist in my chest relaxes.
“I’m too literal.” Leaning my shoulder against hers, I speak quietly. “Your technique is good—”
“They just never look like the person I’m drawing.”
Serena isn’t done. “What a pair,” she quips. “The fallen princess and the daughter of a geisha.”
My jaw tightens, and I turn quickly, stepping right into her face. “You’d better watch your mouth, Serena Whitehead.”
“Why, banana brains?” Her eyes flash, but I don’t flinch.
“My family are Bak Mei kung fu masters. Since the age of seven, I’ve perfected the Five Finger Heart Exploding technique.”
Serena’s green eyes narrow slightly. “What the hell is that?”
“Piss me off, and I’ll show you.”
“I’m telling Ms. Hughes you threatened me.”
“I’m telling Ms. Hughes you’re a foul-mouthed bully.”
We glare at each other as the second-hand ticks,one… two… three…
Until our teacher’s voice breaks the stand-off. “Girls, what’s going on here?” Ms. Hughes puts her hand on my shoulder, and Serena skanks off to her side of the classroom.
Drew pipes in. “Just packing up, Ms. Hughes.”
Our teacher gasps, clutching her chest. “Why, Ruby Banks, this portrait of your father is outstanding. It’s an amazing likeness. You have to take it home and show him tonight.”
