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Sing Me That Lullaby - Chapter Thirty

Change me, but never change me.
Rainey became restless as she ate breakfast on Monday morning. Something felt off. Last night, Parker hadn't come before nine, like he always had. In fact, she hadn't even heard him getting ready for school. She walked over to his room and knocked before entering. She was surprised to see the bed completely made and a note lying at the edge of the bed. Grabbing it, she noted how messy the writing was and thought back to the lilacs. Reading the note, she pushed that thought aside and by the end of the note, she wore her signature frown. "Rainey, I had things to work on at school. Sorry I forgot to mention it. Take your car for today. -Parker" Of course, he did. Now she was suspicious. It was going to be their first day not going to school together since their grand debut last week. It was also her first time without Parker, since he had arrived nearly 2 weeks before. She tried to relax the knot forming in her stomach and the worry that seeped its way into her head. What was going on with him? Not only did the note have an ominous tone, but it was also completely unexpected. Walking out of the room, she marched her way back up to her room and opened the doors to her closet.

Fine. If Parker was going to be the way he was, and not follow-up on their deal, then she would make her own news. She looked around for something that screamed for the attention of others and was oddly disappointed that she was a basic t-shirt and jeans kinda girl. Luckily, she had a sister who was into that crap. She stomped over to Emma's room and knocked on the door. With a small murmur of permittance, Rainey barged in and looked at her sister with her arms crossed and her lips pouted. She was definitely becoming a brat. Emma was always in her state of perfection, even in her school's horrid uniform. She quirked a perfect eyebrow at Rainey and Rainey tapped her foot in frustration. "I need your help." And with those trusted words, Rainey was launched into a crazy whirlwind that was her sister. Soon, a jean jacket, a light pink lace skirt, a frilly, white tank top, and a pair of brown high-heeled sandals were thrown her way.

"Oh, Rainey! I've been dying to dress you since I knew the existence of cute clothing!" Emma's squeals resembled a pig's as she went berserk at Rainey's sudden wish. Rainey quickly put everything on and prayed it wouldn't make her look like she was trying too hard. Shutting her eyes, she turned to the direction of the mirror and prayed for a miracle. She opened her eyes and let out a huge sigh. She didn't look as she hoped she would, but it would have to do. She walked back to Emma and watched as her twin went jaw-slacked. "Rain, you look beautiful! It's as if it was made for you!" She pulled Rainey back into her room and made her sit in front of her vanity, facing away from the mirror. "Oh, this could be like one of those makeover TV shows! This is so exciting!" Emma worked quickly and effectively while she oohed and aahed at everything she had done.

By the time she was done, Rainey had officially gone through hell and now was landing back on earth. Emma squealed again, her eyes bright and shining with admiration. She made Rainey look into the mirror at the quick fix. Her face looked smooth and flawless, her occasional freckles gone. Her eyes looked wider and highlighted with lashes that fluttered with each blink. Her lips were a soft pink, reminding her of the lipstick commercials that weren't worth watching. Her hair was curled, and framed her face nicely. All in all, she thought she looked hot. Emma hugged her tightly and pushed her out of her room, as if two days ago she hadn't insulted Rainey's choice in guys or anything big. She wanted to pressure her sister into feeling bad, but decided not to. For now, she thanked her and walked toward her car. Grabbing her stuff, she smiled passed by a mirror. Today was definitely not a day to mess with her. She was dressed to impress, and she was set on turning heads. And while she was at it, she was going to demand answers from Parker. If it took a little of her rusty flirting skills, so be it. Riverton High was gonna get another dose of the new, improved Rainey Bowman.

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Driving to school wasn't anything like she thought it would be. Her cozy little Jetta felt too big for once. She missed the breeze around her as they buzzed through the town on the death machine. She parked her car in the parking lot and grabbed her latest worries to turn them into strength. With a smile plastered on her face, she grabbed her bag and exited her car. She was hoping she looked like all the popular girls in the movies. The girls that exited their cars one leg at a time, tan, smooth, and long legs that made you wish you knew where they ended. Their heels clicking onto the cement and their confidence and beauty the center of envy. She wasn't that lucky. The second she exited her car, something fell out of her bag. She groaned and picked it up while someone else knelt down in front of her to pick it up also. She was surprised to see Chase picking up stray pencils and looking at her warmly. He whistled and gave her a wink.

"Looking hot, Bowman. Do tell your boyfriend he better watch out. I am more than willing to show you the kinda affection you need." He joked while she scoffed. "Please, save it for some freshman or something." Rolling her eyes, they both got up and started walking toward the entrance. "Speaking of your dear boyfriend, I saw him come into school early. Trouble in paradise?" Chase rumbled while she gave a shrug. In return, she shrugged. "Nothing big. Just didn't wanna wake up that early." His gaze was every bit like his brother's, besides in color. He popped his knuckles and neck, then shook everything loose. "I can tell you're lying. If you need me to set him straight, I got this in the bag. Warren may be a star athlete and all that, but I am an Entraire. It's in my blood to kick ass." She watched as he pulled his shirt sleeve up and flexed his lean arm. He wasn't bulging buff, but he had something going for him. She laughed at his attempt to ease her thoughts and shoved him lightly. "Works for me kid. Just don't go for his face. I have to look at him, so I might as well have it in pristine condition." He nodded in agreement. They continued their banter as they walked to her locker.

As they rounded the corner, Rainey caught sight of Parker and was ready to give him a piece of her mind when she saw his battered face. She went up to him in shock and gently cradled his face in her hands, avoiding sore spots. He looked at her with pursed lips and worry glinted in his dark gaze. "What the hell happened, Parker?" She brushed her fingertips over his jaw, an angry bruise demanding her to take caution to where she touched. He cringed slightly and she withdrew her and from that side of his face. "Nothing big. Pick up football got a little rough." "A little? Your lip is split and this side of your face is bruised. If you ask me, it looks like you got in a fist fight." She watched his reaction and knew she was right the moment his eye twitched. He looked her over lazily and gave her a slow grin. "Looking very nice." To add good measure, he gave her a wink while she frowned deeper.

"This isn't a joke Parker. Who did it?" She cocked an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. He eyed her thoughtfully and crossed his arms. "I told you it was football, Rain. It's just something guys like to do." She shook her head and threw her hands up in exasperation. "Men! Can't live with them, can't live without them." She heard soft laughter behind her and turned to see Chase and Anna watching her actions. "Funny, that I mentioned beating him up for you, Rain. So much for pristine conditions. The guy looks like he's been roughed up enough. Maybe I should take claim to the honors?" She looked at Parker who cringed as he looked at Chase. "Funny Chase." Parker smirked and rolled his eyes.

"What was that?" Rainey questioned as he looked back down at her. His eyes widened. "What was what?" He asked as if he had no idea what she was talking about. She pointed a finger at Chase and ran it back to him. "That look you gave him. It looked suspicious." He looked at her incredulously. "There was no look, Rain." He scoffed at her and she turned to Chase quickly. "Did he give you a look or am I wrong?" Rainey glared at Chase who immediately agreed that there was a look involved. Parker groaned, but perked up when the bell rang. She wanted to laugh, knowing that he was stuck with her the whole day, but her anger overpowered it. "Not so fast, bucko. You and I have all our classes together. Now walk me to class and start from the beginning." She turned on her heel and walked opposite of Parker. She heard his deep sigh and smiled as his footsteps resounded behind her. He reached her and soon they were in sync. He looked over at her while she didn't bother returning his gaze. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder but she shrugged him off.

"Rain..." His voice was melancholy and she rolled her eyes since she knew he was going to avoid telling her the truth again. Just as they reached the class, she took a step to go inside but he pulled her arm to keep from entering. His eyes were pleading, yet dark. "I have to go to class." She frowned and tried to pull her arm from his grasp but he held tighter. "I can't tell you who hit me. It'll complicate things." He loosened his grip and she managed to pull her arm out completely and walked into the classroom. Everyone was settling into their seats and Rainey couldn't decide if it was good that Parker sat next to her or not. The second bell rang and the teacher hadn't shown up yet. Rainey gave him a pointed glare as he looked at her exasperated. He leaned in and whispered, "What do you want from me?" She snorted and leaned toward him also, the buzz in the room centered on them. "Just give me a name." She crossed her arms and looked at him expectantly. He ruffled his hair and shook his head. "And what Rain? You'll go and beat him up? I'm trying to avoid confrontation." She glared at him while pointing a finger at him. "I'm just trying to look out for you here. For all I know, you're getting into something that's out of your league, Parker. If you don't want to tell me, fine. Just don't expect me to talk to you until you do."

She leaned back and separated from him. He sighed and pulled back also. "If I do give you a name, do you promise to not confront them? I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to. And also, no more questions about it. I give you a name, you drop the whole thing." He looked at her hopefully and she rolled her eyes. She agreed to his terms but crossed her fingers beside her thigh. Nothing was going to stop her from making the person who had done this talk. He leaned in again and whispered a name against her ear. "Xavier." Okay, maybe there was one thing.
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Published: 9/9/2013
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