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see the biggest blonde bimbo waving frantically at Jasper. I assess this female like a threat; I ignore the reasoning behind that impractical response.
    She is tall, probably 5’9 with the silkiest blonde hair I have ever seen. It runs down her back, nearly to her tiny waist. She has the biggest cleavage humanly possible on a female of such a slight frame. I wonder if they are real. Tight black pants and a turquoise silk halter, this bitch is a poster girl for fakery! As she approaches in her turquoise wedges I see Jasper tense up. Curious to his reaction, I look between the two interested.
    “Jasper, I’m so sorry I’m late. Work ran late, traffic was hell getting here, but here I am,” she declares spreading her hands, like she has solved some riddle.
    “That’s okay Indie, I knew you’d make it if you could,” Jasper replies evenly.
    Indie? Seriously that was her name? Indie looks at me, then Jasper, then back at me. The hatred between us is instantaneous. She raises a suspicious sculptured eyebrow and rudely sticks her hand out into my face without a word, I think she wants to shake my hand but I can’t be too certain. Does she want me to shake her hand or high five her or play patty cake!
    I glance down at her hand like it is an offending object and pull back slightly. Who the hell introduces themselves by sticking their hand into someone’s face, expecting a handshake without a verbal introduction? Crazy people that’s who!
    So I question. “I’m not too sure what you’re expecting me to do with your hand but would you kindly remove it from my personal space.”
    She looks at me clearly irritated so I continue. “Normal people don’t go around waving their claws in someone’s face; civilized people usually use language to express their hellos. I guess you don’t fall into that category.”
    Wow hello bitch claws! Where did that come from?! Indie opens her mouth attempting to answer, but my uncalled insolence has obviously pissed her off and she storms off whilst glaring at me-oops I’ve clearly pissed off the princess. Who is this person and why is she is snarling at me like I have stolen her prized pig.
    Suddenly I remember Jasper is sitting next to me. My manners have obviously taken a holiday to insult a total stranger. No matter how annoying she is, it gives me no right to pay her out even though she totally deserved it, the impolite tramp. Okay Ava enough, I scold myself.
    I then question who is this person to Jasper? Have I just insulted his friend or girlfriend ?
    I turn steadily not sure what I’ll see. But luckily he is hiding a dimpled smile and biting his lip to contain his laughter.
    Good, at least he’s not pissed.
    Kudos to me.

Chapter 5:

    Home Sweet Home

    I t has been three days since I’ve been home and I can’t put off the inevitable, I have to go see my parents. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents but they are sometimes too overbearing and treat me like I am five years old. So as you can imagine when I up and left with Harper, they nearly had a coronary. I walk up the driveway of my childhood home. It’s a modest all American dream house. When I lived here I always thought it was so big and welcoming. Now when I look up at the window of my old bedroom, I see my hopes and dreams of marrying my prince charming shattering onto the perfect lawn I am currently standing on. Quit it Ava, I scold myself. Knocking on the front door I am greeted by my mother.
    “Oh honey you don’t have to knock. This will always be your home. I’ve missed you honey, come in I have baked us cookies.” And it’s like Groundhog Day all over again. Things in the Thompson house will never change. I enter my old home; it’s exactly how I remembered it. The lounge room has the same black three seater, two recliners with a low wooden coffee table and a huge flat screen. My mom has added a few paintings and knick knacks but the place even smells the same. Dad is watching a football match and he rises