I watch as Veronica exits the car, slamming the door shut. In most circumstances, I would be upset over the car, but I'm upset with her now. I shake my head, you can never be just friends with a girl without them liking you outside of a friend's way. And I thought I actually made a good friend, but once again turns out I haven't.
She flips me off before walking away and I groan. I start the engine and drive home, I would offer her a ride but it'd just be awkward and I'm not in the mood to deal with a girl's annoying tempers, especially hers, and knowing her for years makes it even more difficult.
Oh, will Catalina kill me for this.
I park the car in our drive-thru and fumble with my keys as I walk to the doorstep. I enter the key, turn it and open the door. I can hear mom in the kitchen cooking so I go to the kitchen and greet her.
"I'm back, I'll be in my room if you need me," I say and she gives me a quick thumbs-up before going back to cooking.
I walk down the narrow hall leading to my room. The whole house is painted a white cream color, the whole house besides everyone's rooms, we got to choose the color we wanted our rooms to be.
My room is on the right while Catalina's is on the left, across from my room. I think about how she's going to take the news, even if Veronica doesn't tell her anything, which she will they tell each other everything it's surprising, it would be best to be heard from me.
I knock on Catalina's door waiting for her "go away"
"Go away!" She calls out, there it is.
I open the door a bit and stick my head in, "Just needed to tell you, uh Veronica kissed me and said she liked me, cya." I said quickly before sticking my head back out and going on my way to walk to my room.
Before I could even take a step forward down the hall Catalina yells from her room.
"Lucas Jhones Whites get your ass back in here right this second!" I wince at the use of my middle name, I always hated it, curse you mother.
I groan and walk back into her room to see Catalina who had her laptop on her lap now shut and on her desk, and her sitting criss-cross apple-sauce.
"Yes?" I ask innocently.
"What the fuck did you do!" She throws a pillow at me, and she threw hard I tell you.
"It was a game of truth or dare! I didn't think she'd go and confess!" I yell back and cover my face with my arms as she continues to throw pillows.
After a bit of throwing every last thing on her bed at me, she lets out a huff and crosses her arms. By the look on her face, she looks like she's having a mental battle.
"We had a rule, she promised." She mumbles to herself as I stand there awkwardly. I take a step back quietly only to be glared at and stay in my place.
"What a bitch." She says to herself, and like I said, girls and their fucking tempers.
