Vintage Vera

"Large pepperoni pizza to-go, please." Avery told the cashier, batting those honey-green eyes of hers. I waited next to her. It was at least an hour before Michael and I's scheduled date.

I broke the news to Avery after I exited my third class for lunch. (I have 5 in total) She insisted on taking me to the campus's pizza parlor. She wanted to be part of my first date, even though she's just ordering the pizza. The name of our pizza parlor is 'Hestia's Pizzeria'. It's actually owned by one of my teachers, Mrs.Xanders.

"So..." Avery plopped herself onto the counter,"what movie are you planning to see?"

I shrugged making my honey fish-tail fall off my shoulder. "I don't know. I guess we're gonna' talk about it over dinner."

"Why are you eating the pizza at home? Can't you just come here?" She glanced at me, tossing her red waves out her face.

"He said because he knew I didn't like eating in public," I said, myself now, becoming puzzled.

"You told him that?" Avery giggled. Her laugh turns peoples heads. Her laugh enchants them. It seduces anybody and everybody. It fascinates people. It's never worked on Dylan or I, though. We are immune to her sensual laughter and just plain everything that's captivating about her. I think that's why she trusts us so much.

"Actually... No. I didn't." I thought about Michael and I's texts. Nope. I didn't tell him. How did he know.

Avery opened her mouth to something, but was interrupted by the cashier. "Here you go ma'am."

Avery loathed being interrupted or ignored. She had a thorny temper. I mean, she was a downright bitch, when she was mad. No excuse phased her. She glanced at the cashiers' nametag and jumped off the counter, landing on her white lace heels.

"Oscar? Hi. Umm... I don't interrupt you when you work, do I?" She reached in close to the cashier. Well, Oscar, I should say.

Oscar wore the parlor's employee polo and faded trousers. He had a nerdy hunch to him and blonde spiky hair. It had natural platinum highlights. His crystal blue eyes sparkled through his thin-framed glasses. He shook his scrawny body at Avery's words.

"Uh.. No ma'am. Sorry. I didn'-"

"But you did!" Avery purposely interrupted Oscar. She tapped her long, gold-metallic polished, nails on the pizza box. Her gold sheer shirt tucked into her white lace pencil skirt. She was classy and professional looking. She always carried herself that way. Dress wise, that is. She said it drew in the attention she thrived for.

I place my hand on her tiny shoulder,"Leave him alone, Ave. He didn't mean to. Please don't pick a fight the day I'm finally going out with a guy."

She tapped her heel thinking about it. "You're lucky, Oscar. I would've whooped your ass in and out." She shrugged my hand off, still glaring at Oscar. The scary thing is, Avery wasn't exaggerating...

I moved Avery aside, ignoring her indecent threat,and asked, "How much, sir?"

"Seven eighty, ma'am." His voice trembled as his frame shook. He was frightened by such a red-headed beauty.

I handed him a ten-dollar bill, smiling, like if nothing happened. As he scrambled for my change, Avery's foot tapped louder, making Oscar scurry.

"Two twenty is your change. Enjoy Hestia's best!" You could tell he forced the enthusiasm. He dropped the change in my open palm on top of the receipt.

"Oh! Believe me. We will, thank-you!" Avery mocked his forced enthusiasm. I shook my head grabbing the pizza box. "Let's go Avery."

She blew a raspberry at Oscar before following me out.

We got into Avery's cherry red mustang. I shoved the pizza into the back seat, while Avery started the car. I sat in my seat and waited for Avery to take off.

"What?" I asked, puzzled, for the wait.

"Your seat belt." She looked into the car mirror, trying to find any flaws on her flawless face.

"Oh! Right..." I swung the belt over my chest and snapped it in, with a muted click. "Hurry. I want to change in to something else."

"No prob'!" She backed out, professionally. Avery was one of those girls with the need for speed. She was a skilled driver, to say the least. Reversing and drifting were her specialty. She loved getting in races and seeing a man's shocked face after she wins. She wins by a mile. No joke. By now, every guy at school knows about her and even the cockiest of guys think twice before racing Avery.

We pulled up to my light blue with white polka-dots mailbox in 15 minutes. It would've taken me 35 minutes, following the road signs.

"Have fun for me, babe!" I laughed at Avery while getting the pizza.

"I hope so. Thanks for helping out." I lifted the pizza box slightly, hinting that that was what she helped me out with.

"No problem. Tell me the deets' later? Kay?" She smiled.

I nodded and walked up the concreted driveway, into my light blue, Victorian apartment/home.

I'm still having a hard time... :/

So I decidedto show a little

more of Avery'sside... Hope you like!

-CarlsC: