"I can't fucking believe she fucking said that to you," Bree spoke while stuffing her face with more Doritos. Nacho Doritos.
They are the only acceptable Dorito flavor and my best friend is well aware of this. We practically ate half of the "party size" bag. I swear it wasn't even that much, a good majority of the bag was fucking air anyways so it doesn't even count. Right?
"I know I just wish she would calm down, it's not like I'm a bad kid. I don't even do drugs or drink. I just made a 78 in my english class, and I swear I can bring it up before progress reports come out," I stated half reasoning with her, half convincing myself.
My mom has always been super strict on grades, and I've never gotten anything below an 80 all of my High School career. I'm halfway done with High School too, so I'd say I'm on a pretty good streak.
"She needs to focus on your other siblings more to be honest. No offense to your mom or anything but I think she hates you. I mean you aren't even allowed to date. I hate to break it to you Ri but your life is kinda boring." she spoke without taking her eyes off of the laptop we were using to watch anime on.
"When you say no offense it doesn't take the offense away at all." I said, elbowing her lightly.
"Oh, my bad didn't know you were so sensitive." she smiled at me, elbowing me back.
I love Bree so much. She isn't wrong at all. My life really is boring. I seriously just watch anime and read books all day. I'm a junior in High School and haven't even had my first kiss yet. I've talked to guys of course but I just get bored of them so easily. I'm not even that attractive to be picky with who I decide to date, but a girl has to have some sort of standards. Though they seem below average I pride myself with not being desperate enough to jump on any guy that gives me the smallest bit of attention.
I would really love a boyfriend but I'm not actively going to try and search for one. I''l just let them find me.
Bree and I end up staying up until 4 am finishing the anime and the bag of Doritos then falling asleep squished together on my queen sized bed. A queen bed can easily fit two people on it but Bree clings to things in her sleep and by things that typically means me during sleepovers together. I complain about it but deep down I love the comfort, because God knows no one else is giving me any.
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*Monday*
"Hi babe!" I cheerfully skipped up to meet Bree. She pauses after hearing my voice to walk into school together.
"You seem to be in a good mood," she raises an eyebrow at me.
She's not wrong. I ordered a whole bunch of clothes online and they came in yesterday so my outfit for school is more put together than usual. It has me feeling a little confident, paired with my light make up and faded eyeliner I have on. Not to be one of those girls that always say they live in sweatshirts to seem different and like they don't care about others opinions, but I honestly do live in sweatshirts. I love getting dressed up and trying out different styles but I am not trying to impress anyone at school.
The comfy option is typically the best option.
"And you don't look like ass either," she added with a giggle.
I just smiled at her and did a little spin to show off the fit waiting for her to notice and say something.
"Oh my God are those the dickie pants you spent a fortune on," she looked me up and down continuing "and Jesus you have on those Jordan's you ordered like a month ago. They are so cute, dang I'm jealous."
