Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

Sienna

M y finger hovers over the button. One day I will finally have the courage to send her to voicemail and ignore her calls. But…that's not going to be today.

"Hi, Mom!" I force the happiness in my voice, feeling my stomach already tightening.

"I just heard that the president of the Omega Chis asked you on a date?" She practically squeals in delight. "Maybe there's hope for you yet, daughter."

For once, she sounds pleased with something I've done. Too bad her pride is skin-deep. It was the only reason I agreed to go on the date with the jerk in the first place. I was worried she'd find out I said no, and then cut me off forever. Which has me wondering how she found out about the date.

"Who told you about Hunter, Mom?"

"Margot did." My shoulders brace as I grip my phone tighter. "She'd gotten the message that you were going to be moving into her room, and I think she thought she could change my mind on the matter. She called me this morning and told me you're going on a double date tonight. She thought her brother would be upset to learn you'd kicked Margot out of her room and would cancel the date, so she just wanted to let me know. I have to say," she chuckles, "she is quite the manipulative one. I was actually impressed with her and think you could learn a thing or two from that girl, which is why I suggested that you share the room."

No, she didn't! There's no way I'm living with that girl. She's horrible. God, I wish my mother would just stay out of my life. She wanted me gone and she's happy she no longer has to deal with me, so why can't she just forget I exist and stop interfering? How could she do this to me? Because she hates me and would rather have a daughter like Margot.

"So, I've ordered a bed to be delivered, and Margot's going to move her things around and make room for you." I'm sure that's a lie. I'll be lucky if the girl gives me a drawer for my clothes. "I'll let you know when I receive delivery confirmation. Now, tell me what you're wearing for your date tonight."

Something I'd wear to a funeral seems appropriate. The thought of spending hours with Hunter and his sister is like death to me. My only saving grace is that Matt will be there. Although, he clearly hates me too after what I did to Lex. And I can't fault him for that.

"Sienna, I don't have all day. What are you wearing tonight?" My mother's harsh screech keeps me from spinning through my regrets and has me thinking fast of what will make her happy.

"I'm wearing my floral dress with pearls." That should please her and keep Hunter from asking me on a second date. It covers me fully and makes me look like I belong in church. It definitely doesn't send the message that I'm easy. I'm hoping it will give the impression that I'm a complete bore and not worth his time.

"You were supposed to wear that to the party last night, Sienna." Shit, I forgot. Now she's upset again. "You never do as your told, Sienna. God, how did I get such a stubborn child?"

Is she kidding me? It's all I ever do. I eat what she tells me to eat. I dress how she tells me to dress. I joined the sorority, not just for her to continue to pay my tuition but because I wanted to appease her. Every little thing she asks of me, I do. But the one time I disobey her, she acts like I'm the biggest disgrace in the world. I honestly don't think it matters what I do. I think she's going to hate me no matter what.

"Another girl had on the same dress, Mother. So, I changed. And it's probably a good thing I did because I got asked out by Hunter, and that girl got asked out by no one." It's a bold-faced lie, but it probably would be the truth if someone had worn that dress last night.

"Well…" she slowly sighs. "I guess it's good that you didn't wear it last night because now you can wear it on your date tonight." Yes, and when I talk to her tomorrow, I'll get to tell her that Hunter isn't interested in another date because he thought I looked like Betty Crocker in the dress. We'll see what she says then. Although, I'm sure she'll tell me that was merely his excuse but that he wasn't interested because I bored him with my personality or my dance stories.

"I'd tell you to update me on your evening, but I'll just get the details from Margot. Now, I have more important things to worry about, so I'm done with this call. But make sure you represent us well tonight. And make sure you order a dry salad. The last thing a guy wants to do is watch a girl get fat."

The line goes dead, and I flop onto my bed, screaming into my pillow. Now I don't just have one witch in my life, I have two. And I'm sure Margot is going to relay every detail of our evening together.