Chapter Six

I was one hundred percent freaking out right now. I had showered, washed and dried my hair only to be sat by my suitcase for near enough thirty minutes having no clue on what I was supposed to wear for my first day of school. I wasn’t usually the kind of girl to spend a fathomable time on such a thing but as Lucas had called it my ‘first day jitters’ were wiping the floor with me. What did American’s wear to high school? I had asked Uncle Jesse but all I got was a shrug of his shoulders and a quick “beats me, kid”. I huffed with frustration because this was not me, yeah I am shy to a certain extent but since when did I care if people would deem my sense of style unfit for their standards? The answer was never, I never ever gave a crap before, so why was it bothering me so much now?

I grabbed my black ripped skinny jeans and my short sleeve white v neck crop top. If I paired this outfit with my black strappy peep toe wedges and a smile upon my lips, I would look pretty cute. That’s the kind of first impression I want right? cute, pretty and easy going.

I quickly got dressed and shoved my feet into my wedges. I was running out of time; I never arranged a specific pick-up time with Lucas but I’m sure that time was coming up pretty soon since I took so god damn long to choose an outfit. Note to self-choose the days outfit at least one day ahead of time.  I hoped Lucas was still coming because although I don’t know the guy, I was in dyer need of a friendly face today, like for real my nerves and confidence were taking the biggest hit I had endured in a very long time.

I decided to go with wearing a tinted face moisturiser today, it was way lighter than a foundation and it didn’t cake up and feel thick and with a soft layer of mascara, a brown nude lip gloss would be perfect for my look. I made sure to use my favourite lipliner, you know what they say… feeling yourself is the boost of confidence everyone needs.

God, I adored lipliner, I would put lipliner on my lips any chance I get and with a quick swipe of a nude gloss to my lips I was finally ready to go. Ok maybe I had gone a tad bit overboard with the makeup being that I was heading to school but I couldn’t help it, before today I was done with high school, my nerves where shot up thinking about having to go back to such an awful place, granted I had never attended a Texas high school but surely all high School’s where the same, are they not? Here I was overthinking everything yet again, this was not me. hell, maybe this is a new me? Nina the stress head, Nina the overthinker, Nina the chick who does actually give a damn what people think. I couldn’t help it though because I just had this odd feeling, God I don’t even know how to explain it, it’s like something big was going to happen today and I don’t know what that big thing was exactly, but the feeling had me needing to make the first impression a memorable one.  

“Nina” Uncle Jesse called out from downstairs.

“I got this” I coaxed myself a satisfied smile forming against my lips as I gave myself a once over in the mirror before grabbing my black Nike backpack and making a swift jog for the stairs.

“Kid we have to leave” Uncle Jesse was in mid yell by the time I made it to the top of the stairs.

“I’m ready” a small laugh left my lips at the surprised look on his face, yeah, he for sure thought I had fell back asleep or something.

“Good because I cannot be late for work, you need to eat, and we need to leave” he said heading into the living room.

I followed after making a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, a can of coke and a cereal bar from the cupboard or pantry as Uncle Jesse insists on calling it. I threw a few things from the pantry into my backpack deciding it be best I take a few snacks knowing damn well when I’m nervous my stomach rumbles it’s the oddest thing. taking my GCSE’s was embarrassing as shit trust me.

When I entered the living room again Uncle Jesse was shoving his work boots on.

“What do you work as?” I asked since I had no clue what the man does to make his living.

“I help take care of the Rowans ranch as well as help their neighbour father Kingsley and his boys take care of their ranch” he informed me.

 huh! Who would have known ranch work paid enough for this place, everything he had bought me for my room and not to forget the clothes?

“Who knew the wage of a ranch worker would be this good” I remarked glancing around his rather beautiful home.

“I do work hard, but the money isn’t that good” he laughed “a large sum of my income comes from my cut in Rays” he added, hold up! Was he saying he owned Rays Grill?

“Me and Arnie share ownership” he clarified, that was pretty cool. Now it makes sense why he eats there every night. That place was buzzing last night, if it was that busy every night, they must make a killer wage between them.