Ashleigh flipped her red hair over her shoulder halfhazedly. She turned, cautiously, to look at the figure sitting in a plush royal blue armchair. His eyes, practically a shade lighter than that of the couch, were filled with what people describe as prejudice- immediate judging of someone due to their looks. Those haunting spheres of color travelled critically over her, from head to toe. He took in her oddly (so he thought...) dyed hair, her pastel green tank top, her short jean shorts, her long, perfectly tanned legs (pretty much the only thing he "approved" of), her white sandals.

"Do you approve?" she asked politely, all the while giving him a deadly look. He just shrugged in response. Letting out a sound that sounded something like a combination between a "hmph" and a growl, she turned towards Maria. "Are there bedrooms on the top floor?" Maria nodded. "All right, I'll be up there." Quickly she found the spiraling steps and made her way up the stairs, to the start of her new life.

As soon as she left, Kevin said with a snort, "She's such a freak!" Maria shook her head. "A bitch too," he added, making a face.

"You're such an ass," Maria laughed.

Running his hand through his soft brown hair egotistically, he replied, "Thank you," and gave her a little wink. Maria rolled her eyes.

**Chapter Three**