My Ice Prince - стр. 21
I looked at her: short hair dyed nuclear black, a silver flower-shaped piercing in her nose, but rather nice, discreet make-up, a pretty face, kind eyes. And her clothes were decent: a long yellow woollen jumper and tight black jeans, with soft house slippers on her feet.
«What if Mary has to hide her self too? What if she's just a victim of circumstance and I'm so adamant about getting rid of her? Could she really be something else entirely? After all, Cedric gave me a chance, and my parents gave me a chance to be myself. Cedric gave me amazing advice that set me on the right path. Maybe I should give her a chance too!» – I thought.
– Also, I'm a very good cook and I can clean the house» Mary added. – And about the piercing, I've been thinking about getting it off for a long time, so I'm going to get it off today. New life, new habits.
– Like running in the morning? – I asked with a smile.
– Yes, that would be great!
I smiled even wider: Mary's smile was so sincere that I felt ashamed of my words and thoughts that denigrated her.
And then I realised that Mary was almost my age: she was seventeen! She could have been the friend I dreamed of! But she was human, and Mary said…
'Wait a minute, Misha, just because you're going to socialise with her doesn't mean it's dangerous,' I thought, reassuring myself. – And about the fridge… I'll think of something. But it'll be fun for the two of us!»
– All right, Mary. Stay! – I said cheerfully.
She shrieked with joy and hugged me.
– Thank you! Thank you! Oh, you're so cold! Are you cold? Let me make you some hot tea. – She rushed into the kitchen.
– No, that's okay! You'd better tell me where I can make a college uniform! – I hurriedly shouted to her.
– Of course I'll tell you! Our neighbour runs a sewing shop. Are you going to Oxford? – Mary came out of the kitchen and brought me a mug of steaming hot tea.
I took it confusedly.
– I shouldn't have, thank you» I mumbled, not sure what I was going to do with it. Certainly not to drink tea! I hadn't drunk or eaten anything human since I'd had ice cream in Karlovy Vary. I hated human food that day.
– Can we go there right now? – I asked, trying to avoid the damn tea.
– Now? But you just got here.
– I'm not tired at all. Shall we?
– All right, but change your clothes: it's quite cold outside.
– I'll be right back!
Putting the mug on the table, I ran to my bedroom and quickly changed into jeans and a warm tunic to look like people at this time. I grabbed my wallet and put it in my favourite black shoulder purse and walked out into the hallway.
– Wow, you look so pretty! – I heard Mary's voice behind me.
I felt embarrassed: my looks didn't impress me.
– Thank you, you too» I answered her.
– Guys must be chasing you around! – Mary giggled, fiddling with her boots.
«Maybe I should go with boots too? I don't think I know how people dress in autumn at all!» – I thought, but still, I put on my sneakers and put on my tunic and my blue jacket.
– You're wrong. And let's not talk about that, shall we? – I asked, embarrassed by Mary's words.
– Tell me, did Harry ever flirt with you? – It was as if she hadn't heard me.
It's a good thing I'm not blushing, or I'd be as red as a cancer.
– No, he didn't. I asked you to! – I said reproachfully. – I don't like these conversations!