Rolling my eyes. I whistle, and Loco immediately stops barking and runs outside to do his business.
“Useless dog,” the rude blonde guy says. I continued to glare at his back.
“I hope she’s not staying here,” another man whispers as the group of guys follow each other inside.
“Sorry about that, my friend can have no filter at times. I’m Niccolo by the way, well Nick.”
“Did I ask for your name? Niccolo?” I say, standing up straighter. The wind blows causing my long blonde hair to fall over my shoulders.
He flinches and steps back a little. “Wow, okay. You know we’re not all alike.”
“Could have fooled me. Don’t they teach you basic one-on-one social manners in soldier school or is shooting bullets and killing people, all you know how to do, and I’m not just talking about the guns you hold in your pants?”
“Ya know, I was trying to be nice and apologize on behalf of my friend but that stick is stuck up your ass so far you can’t even see it.” He clicks his teeth with a laugh. “Man, you are all alike.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Mean’s I know your type.”
I let out a laugh. “Is that right?” and what kind of type am I, Nick?”
“You’re a spoiled little girl who drives a car her parents paid for.” He motions behind me, pointing to my convertible Mercedes. “Who has an opinion about everything, especially the government and laws about guns, since they are so bad and so mean,” he says in a mocking girl tone. “But in reality, you know nothing about the real world since your only worry is a nail breaking right after getting them done.”
I fake laughed in his face. “I don’t even like getting my nails done, it’s unsafe to sniff the chemicals."
“Oh, right, because it’s not organic enough for you.” He says with a playful tone but nothing about his body language is playful.
“How about you go eat your free meal, Mr. Integrity.” I seethed.
He begins walking off but stops abruptly before climbing the stairs to the porch
“People like you made me sick. While I was fighting for my life and your’s, you’re out here, free, complaining about your perfect fucking life because you have nothing better to do than worryabout a damn dog.” He turns around and marches back up the stairs.
His words stab through my chest and I let out a breath, “Great. What a great start, Mel.”
Loco is running up the stairs the second he sees Nora. I liked Nora, but man she was nosey.
“You coming inside dear. You didn’t eat dinner last night so I know you have to be starving.”
I would rather eat horse manure than go back in there with those guys.
“No, I’m alright. I’m going to run down to the coffee shop and grab something. Don’t wait up.” I wave a hand in the air, and I'm thankful I have my keys on me so I didn’t have to go back inside to face those assholes again.
“Mel!” Nora calls out right before I sit down in my driver's seat. “Dinner is at six sharp, I expect you to be there since my son and soon to be daughter in-law are allowing you to stay here.”
“Ya, okay. Should I call you grandma too?”
“If you’d wish,” she says with a warm smile, shutting the door behind her.
“People here are so weird.” I mutter to myself.
An hour later I showed back up with my half-drank Starbucks coffee. Luckily I found one not too far away. I slowly opened the door, scanning the room and listening for voices. Nothing. I let out a brief sigh of relief before heading up to my room so I could shower and get ready for dinner later. As much as I wanted to avoid the whole nature of people, especially men who thought they had authority, I didn’t want to upset Nora since she was right. Abigail is letting me stay here. Granted, everyone in this house stays here for free but she didn’t know I needed to be here like the people here did, but maybe even more so than everyone else.
I walked downstairs after an hour of putting on make-up and my brand new outfit I found in my closet that I happened to throw in my suitcase before I left. It was something simple but still slic—designer jeans with a simple white T-shirt from Armani. Although I’ve only been here a few days, I could tell people didn’t dress upmuch, and I wasn’t talking about only the people in the house. I went to the mall, what they called a mall here anyway, just to get out and see what was around the town. It was like I was in a different country compared to L.A. I didn’t mind it, because I knew it was temporary but it’s not your typical bougie-type of scene. I wasn’t used to not spending so much time on myself, so naturally, I chose to do so still, even if most of the people here didn’t.
When I walked in the kitchen to grab a water I saw Nora alongside another woman. They both were chatting it up so they didn’t notice me grab a water bottle off the counter right away.
“Melanie dear, so glad you could make it.”
