Forgotten Night

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I’m finally ready for the day. Brenna has been non-stop whinging at me for the past 40 minutes. I’m wearing black disco pants with my black halter top*. I curled the last strand of my hair and walked out of the bathroom.

“Oh my god, finally you’re finished! Let’s go!” she said, grabbing my bag and glasses and throwing them at me.

“Relax” I said “we have the whole day”.

“I know, I just really want one of those ice-creams” she said, pouting.

“Right” I said, grabbing my drink bottle “i’ll just fill this up and then we’ll leave”.

I’m in the kitchen filling my bottle up.

“Is this your dads?” Bren said. I turn to see what she’s talking about. She holds up a gold watch.

“No” I said. It must be Justin’s. He must’ve left it by mistake.

“Oh don’t tell me it’s Justins” she said, sing-songing his name and rolling her eyes. 

“Yeah, he probably accidentally left it” I said.

“Wear it” she said.

“No! I can’t, it’s his” I said.

“Pfft, we both know you’ll be wearing it when you get home tonight, along with his shirt” she said smirking.

“Oh shhhhh” I said, picking up the watch and placing it in my handbag “Lets go”.

“Your car or mine?” I asked.

“I’ve got barely any gas left so lets go in yours” she said. I own a black Range Rover, my parents bought it for me for my 17th birthday. We climb into the car and start driving. Brenna connects her phone to the stereo and plays Best Mistake by Ariana Grande and Big Sean. It’s one of our favourite songs. 

“Have you heard One Last Time?” I asked.

“Yes, OMG love” she said. We sung and laughed the whole drive.

After hours of shopping we decide to have a late lunch at  Charlie’s Café. It’s kind of a tradition of ours. We go here every time we come to Venice beach and even though we always say we’ll try something different next time, we always end up getting the same thing.

“What are you gonna order?” she asked.

“Like you even have to ask” I said.

We tell the waiter our orders and check our phones while we wait.

“Zo, why didn’t you tell me about getting back with Dylan?” she said.

“What?” I said, assuming I had misheard what she said.

“I’m supposed to be your best friend” she said, handing her phone to me. I look at what she’s talking about and I can’t believe it. Oh no. Oh god no.

“Oh my god” I said.

“Are you alright?” she said.

“Yeah” I cleared my throat “um last night, Dylan kinda forced himself onto me for a second” I said. 

“Damn it, I knew I should’ve come over anyway, I’m so sorry I let this happen to you again” she said.

“Bren, it’s fine nothing happened, except, well, that” I said, gesturing to the picture of Dylan kissing my neck.