"You two know each other?" Jacob questioned. I nodded and ran to Tom, hugging him.
"How...nice," Mom whispered. I knew, then, that she was going to take advantage of Tom and I's friendship. She stepped inside the grand house, and Jacob led us to a beautifully lit room with pearly white sofas, perfectly positioned cushions and a 72 inch plasma TV which hung on the wall. We all sat down, me with Tom, Mom beside Allie and her next to Jacob.
"Drinks!" he yelled, and a young maid with bleach blonde hair ran in. I gawked, then looked at Tom. He leaned forward and whispered,
"That's Aqua, one of Jacob's workers,"
"You didn't tell me you were rich," I gasped. He shrugged and regained his posture.
"Would you like something to drink, Blue?" Jacob asked.
"Can I have apple juice, please?" I smiled. He chuckled and nodded, Aqua noting it down.
"She's so polite," Allie complimented Mom. She shrugged and ordered a glass of red wine.
"What kind, Miss?" Aqua asked.
"The best," Mom winked. Jacob and Allie laughed, before ordering their drinks. The maid left the room and another one returned with a tray of glasses. This one was slightly older, with glossy dark-brown hair which was plaited into a bun and haunting blue eyes, which tinted green under the sunlight.
"Adeline!" beamed Tom, dashing to her. She embraced him and giggled, ruffling his hair.
"Well, hello Tommy," she laughed, getting down on one knee. She straightened his shirt and tied his loose shoe-lace. "Why are you all bandaged up?"
"Doesn't matter," he muttered. She exhaled sharply, obviously angry...but at what? Or who?
"Tom, please sit," Allie interrupted, jealousy present in the tone of her voice. "You, maid, put the drinks down."
"One apple juice for a beautiful little girl," Adeline cooed, handing me the cup. I giggled and twirled a lock of hair around my finger.
"Thank you. I'm Blue by the way," I grinned, sipping the delicious liquid. She mouthed 'you're welcome', and brushed my cheek with her delicate fingers. I sighed blissfully and pushed my face further into her hand. She sniggered and pulled away, placing everyone's drinks on the table. As she left, she flashed Tom and I a warmhearted smile and we returned it with amiable ones.
"So, what school will your son be attending?" Mom asked, breaking the silence.
"Elmswood Elementary," Jacob answered, downing his shot of whisky.
"That's where I go!" I squealed, clutching Tom's knee. He winced, and I quickly relaxed my grip. "Sorry."
"How lovely. You could show Tom around," Allie smiled, looking at Jacob rather than I. "Right, honey?"
"Oh yes. The spring break will be over in, what? Five days?" he chuckled. "Tom should be all patched up by then."
"What happened, if you don't mind my asking," Mom questioned, imbibing her rich red wine.
"Oh, nothing. He was attacked by a couple of muggers. Everything's been taken care of," he replied, oddly relaxed. "Right, Tom?"
"Yeah...right," Tom hissed. "I'm going upstairs. Coming Bluebell?"
"Sure," I gleamed, clasping his hand as he led me out. Mom grinned devilishly, savouring her sweet drink.
"Is that okay, Mr McPhur?" I asked shyly.
"Of course. Go on ahead," he insisted. I nodded and Tom took me away. We whisked up the polished stairs and into his deluxe room, Mr Schnoogly perched over a blue toy-car.
"Oh, wow," I breathed, gazing at the sublimely decorated room. "Just, wow."
"I want to show you something," he murmured, pulling me inside. "I think you'll like it."