I awoke to somebody banging on my window. I rub my eyes and turn my head towards the window to see Emira. Sometimes I really wish she didn't live three streets down.
"I see your eyes open! Let me in or I'm banging on your mothers window!" Emira shouted and banged on the window one last time. My mom stopped liking Emira as she got older and more scandalous. I drag myself out of bed and opened the window. She almost fell on her ass getting through.
"Do NOT laugh! I have good news and bad news. Nice boxers by the way." Emira stated and pulled out her phone.
"Bad news?" I ask, putting on a pair of jeans.
"Chris isn't gay! Me and his stupid sister were texting yesterday and I was TRYING to contact you. I asked her if he was gay because I caught him staring at some guy. I mean, that's a total lie but we got answers." Emira huffs. I felt really stupid.
"Sorry..I crashed early. What's the good news?" I asked with a bit of disappointment. I wasn't upset that Chris wasn't gay or into me. I was upset I let my mind jump to the conclusion that he was into me.
"I still have a shot with Chris! And we are going shopping! I need a new outfit to impress Chris and YOU need to get something other than...everything you wear." She started twirling around like a child.
"I never agreed to changing my style, Em." I sighed.
"Look Jeff, you HAVE to impress Bridget. If not, she's gonna be stuck up my ass and I won't get anywhere near Chris. Please, I know you think he's hot but, it's not happening." Emira did her best to sympathize with me, something she wasn't good at doing.
"You can have him. That's totally fine with me." It wasn't. I was looking forward to getting to know him. Especially after his change of mood towards me. "But, I don't really want Bridget anymore. She's been blowing up my phone asking really stupid questions." I pull out my phone and pull up Bridget's messages.
QueenBri: Hey! I saw you play guitar and I was just wondering how long it is?
Stupidboy23: around 38 inches. average length for a guitar.
QueenBri: LOL you are sooo funny!
"And that's not even the worse!" I sighed. Emira looked at me. Her eyebrows furrowed with annoyance.
"Jeff, please tell me you aren't that stupid." Emira said, slightly annoyed.
"I know what she wants. I do. But, I don't really want to just have meaningless sex anymore." I shrugged.
"You've had sex before?" She asked, twirling her hair with her finger. To be honest, I couldn't tell if she was being serious. She knows I've had encounters but, she seemed serious.
"Let's go shopping." I wanted to get my mind off the news I just heard. Maybe he was just interested in having a friend who wasn't scared of him.
On the drive to the mall, Emira wouldn't stop talking about Chris.
"I wonder why nobody talks to him. It's kind of sad ya know? His friends list has almost nobody..besides YOU. He hasn't even accepted my request." Emira sighed from disappointment. She really wanted this guy. It seems different than any other guy she's tried to sleep with.
"Are you in love with the guy or something? You haven't stopped talking about him since we got in the car." I said. She scoffed.
"Sorry, My name isn't Jeffery Donovan. I don't just fall in love with random guys." She teased. At least, I think she was teasing me. I shot her a glance to let her know that it wasn't funny.
I sat outside of the dressing room, waiting for the disaster Emira was about to walk out wearing. Eventually, she came out wearing a sleeveless dark purple crop-top and what looked to be a very uncomfortably tight mini skirt that matched the color of her top.
"What do you think? I feel like showing my belly ring is toooo much. I'm trying for a I'm fuckable look but, not a I'm open to being roofied look. Better question: would Chris like it?" Emira asked, posing like the model she so desperately wanted to be.
"I don't know. I'm not Chris." I stated the obvious in a sarcastic way.
"Wow, and I was excited to have a gay best friend." She scoffs and starts walking back to the dressing room, shortly coming back out with a denim jacket, grey t-shirt, and skinny blue jeans.
"These are for you! You're going to make Bridget literally die from thirst after she sees you." Emira said proudly.
"I'm not wearing any of that. Denim jackets are stupid and skinny jeans hurt." I explained.
"You ARE going to wear it!" She started to shout while shoving the clothing in my face.
"Em, please don't cause a scene." I begged. Emira would cause a scene anywhere if she didn't get her way. And today, she isn't getting her way.
"Oh, you want a scene? I'll show you a scene." She said with a devious smile. "So! You'd get allll dressed up for your whore BUT, when it comes to me you won't even try to look nice? You literally got me pregnant and I-" I decided to get up and start walking out.
"See you at the truck." I said simply. I'm never coming back to his mall again.
It didn't take Emira long to leave the mall. She decided on the outfit she showed me.
"I can't believe you left me in there." She scoffed while texting.
"I can't believe you went that far. People were staring at me as I left dude!" I said a bit firmly.
"Aww, Jeff's getting mad. You're so cute when you get mad." She tapped my nose and went back to texting.
"Who are you even texting?" I asked out of curiosity. Emira doesn't really talk to people. Her only female "friend" is a girl named Sheila. That girl is just...a hot mess. I truly think Emira pities her and that's why she's always talking to her or around her.
"Bridget. I'm TRYING to get more info on Chris but, all she wants to talk about is herself." Emira said with annoyance in her voice.
"He still never accepted your request?" I asked. She shot me a pissed off glare. "Sorry..at least you get to him tonight."
"Ohoho..I'm gonna see every part of him tonight." She said with excitement. She was really hell-bent on this guy. There had to be something more to it.