Music Girl

Homeroom is always at different times of day. Fridays, it’s first thing in the morning. Luckily, the bleeding stalker kid kept his distance, but he still stared. It puzzled me why he did this. It wasn’t like I dressed immodestly (like every other girl in the school did) and people usually get over my Gothic ness in a few days. He bugged me.

I sat with my back to him, facing Cynthia. She was wearing a white shirt and yellow knee-length skirt today, with a large yellow flower in her mass of blonde curls. “Morning Sam,” she said cheerfully, looking up from her laptop.

“Morning. Hey Cynth, you know that guy who keeps creeping on me? Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall?”

“Yeah?”

“Who is he?”

Cynthia blinked a few times before answering, “Aravic Mines. Charmer and playboy of Regal High.” I nodded my head and put in my headphones, blasting the lost art of metal in my ears.

-

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully. I was glad for the weekend; I could get away from this Aravic guy. He was more annoying that Tomas at this point, and that’s saying something. After school I had about four hours to myself which meant I got a good start learning the Master of Puppets solo. Tomas didn’t come home until after Father, something that happened quite often now-a-days. After dinner and Father had taken his coffee in the living room, he called us in.

“Tomas, Samantha, I need to discuss something with you.” We sat on opposite ends of the room and waited. “As you know, Mr. and Mrs. Mines are going to Africa from three months. Vincent has asked me and because they are good friends of mine, their son Aravic will be coming to stay with us.”

“No!” I blurted out. Father looked sharply at me.

“Is there a problem Samantha?”

“Why does he have to stay with us?”

“Because they asked,” he said sternly. “Now, Aravic will be here tomorrow afternoon. Samantha, I want this house sparkling clean and the guest room made up. And both of you are to be in decent cloths.” With that, he turned on the TV to the evening news.

This weekend was going to be a nightmare.

-

Aravic hauled his suitcase up the sidewalk towards the Thyroid house. A sleek, black car was parked outside the gleaming white-marble building. It was built up not sideways, and three stories tall. The front garden was perfect, with a fountain of clear, cool water bubbling out of it.

As he reached the polished black front door, it spoke to him. “Name and business?” it asked in an electronic voice.

“Aravic Mines, I’m supposed to be staying for a while?” Aravic supposed the electronic door was some kind of fad among the rich, and it swung open.

In the entry way, Aravic kicked off his shoes and proceeded down the hall. He came to two different doors on either side. To the right was what looked like a kitchen and dining room, but from the left was where a big, deep voice came out of. “In here, Aravic.” Aravic turned into the living room, which was as grand as the outside. Midnight black carpet, insulated marble walls, and big bay windows that gave a good view of the garden were only a start. There were two huge HD TV’s built into the walls, as were surround-sound speakers. The couches and chairs were gold and white, and the tables were glass.

“Take a seat, son,” said the big voice of Nathan Thyroid, business man extraordinaire. He was sitting in an enormous armchair positioned in one of the bay windows. Aravic did as he was told and seated himself on a couch opposite Tomas. “Well, welcome Aravic. We’re pleased to have you,” Mr. Thyroid said in a well-to-do voice.

“I’m glad you’re letting me stay, Mr. Thyroid. My parents send their thanks,” Aravic said politely. He had never been inside the Thyroid house, and quite honestly, it and its’ master intimidated him.

“Well, I’ll have Samantha show you to your room, then I’ll show you around the rest of the house while she prepares dinner. SAMANTHA!” Mr. Thyroid called out with surprising volume. Aravic heard footsteps approach, then Mr. Thyroid said, “Show our guest to his room.” Sam walked over and picked up Aravic’s suitcase. Aravic stood and followed her out into the hall.

She was wearing a black dress shirt and pleated skirt which fell to her knees. Her long, pale legs were smooth and her eyebrow piercing was missing. She was also barefoot. Aravic couldn’t help but smirk as he said, “Well, don’t you look sexy today Miss Samantha?”

“Fuck you, my name is Sam,” she growled as they reached the elevator at the end of the hall. Sam pressed her hand to a blue glowing plate and the doors opened.

“I would if you would hold still for a few seconds.”

“Elevator, second floor,” Sam growled. “You’re such a disgusting pig Aravic.”

“Ah, so you know my name?”

“Well, I couldn’t keep calling you Creeper Boy,” she said sulkily. Aravic smirked as they got off on the second floor.

Aravic followed Sam down another marble hallway, this one with royal purple carpet. She lead him to the last door on the right, where she dumped his suitcase inside. This room had another bay window facing the street, and soft blue walls. The carpet was midnight blue and the huge plush bed had matching covers. The desk and lamps were antique, and there was another door off to the right. “That’s the bathroom, you and Tomas are sharing. Dad’s across the hall.”

“And where do you sleep?”

Sam snorted. “Like I’m really going to tell you.”

Back in the elevator, she asked, “What d’you want for dinner?”

Aravic grinned. “Depends, do I get a show afterwards?”

Sam narrowed her eyes. “No. Stop being an idiot.”

“Fine. Steak, I guess.”

“Fine,” she snapped, and stalked off to the kitchen. Aravic chuckled and went back to the livingroom.

“Well, ready for a tour, are we?” Mr. Thyroid asked, and he lead Aravic across the hall to the kitchen. Sam was already listening to her iPod, preparing ingredients for dinner. Aravic couldn’t help but stare at her ass as they passed into the dining room.

The hardwood floor was so highly polished it reflected the huge golden chandelier that hung from the ceiling. In one corner was a black grand piano, and along just about every inch of the wall were the most luscious and well-tended plants Aravic had ever seen. The table itself could have seated thirty people. “We typically don’t eat in here, only when we have a lot of guests,” Mr. Thyroid explained. “We mostly just eat in the kitchen.”

They moved back up to the second floor, where they peaked into Tomas’s room (a red wine base) and went into the master suite. The walls and carpet were a gentle gold and the covers on the bed were gold embroidered. There were pastel mural paintings on the ceiling like those one might see in an old European church or museum. The bathroom was just as elegant, all white tile with a shower for two people and a Jacuzzi for four.

Finally, Mr. Thyroid showed Aravic the third and final floor. The elevator dumped them into a very open and bright room. There were windows on both sides and the marble ceiling arched. It looked like a cut out from a fancy college library, with bright wood floors and a maze of bookshelves and desks. “At the back are Samantha’s room and bathroom,” Mr. Thyroid said dismissively. There was a buzzing noise and he pulled out his phone. He tapped it a few times, then walked over to a small black speaker in the wall and pressed a button. “Samantha!” he spoke, “Rachel will be here at six for dinner. So cook for six!”

“Yes sir,” came the reply, and Mr. Thyroid pocketed his phone. Then he turned back to Aravic and grinned.

“Well Aravic, what do you think?”

“Your house is amazing, Mr. Thyroid,” Aravic responded. ‘And I can’t wait until I get inside Sam’s room…’