Plush [18+]

Chapter Seven: FML

~WILLOWS POV~

I answered the phone and quickly said

"Hi...." So awkward

"I'm bored." He was bored from this conversation

I saw Pam coming I had to fake something, but what??

"Okay mom I'll tell her, call you LATER." I hung up quickly

~PAMELAS POV~

I can only hope mom is cooking tonight, Louis can't cook half of the time her food is burnt and raw. Where do they do that at, Certainly not in Mexico. I looked it up.

"Okay mom I'll tell her, call you LATER." Who was Willow going to tell and what. I'm interested now.

"Did mom tell you to tell me something?"

"No Pam." She looked down a bit, she was hiding something. She only looks down like that when she's hiding something.

"You sure?" I stepped closer to her, she stepped back.

"No..."

"What do you mean "no"?"

"I wasn't talking to mom."

"Then who?"

"A friend."

"You have a lot of friends Willow, what's their name?"

"Dona."

"But Dona's sick."

"She's getting better she'll be back on Thirsty Thursday."

"That's besides the point Willow." I stared her in the eyes.

"Not really." She did it again! She looked down again.

"Why do you keep looking down?"

"Um..... .....

She couldn't answer me. I am loving this moment.

~WILLOWS POV~

I couldn't right now she knew I was lying, but she wanted me to admit to it. I hate her.

"Because my neck hurts duh." I made up another lie.

"Are you sure that's the only reason why?" She eyed me while taking a step closer.

Just as I was about to answer the bell rung, thank god.

"So I'll see you later Pam."

She looked mad and walked off. And she didn't even say bye.... rude. I said whatever and walked to my next class. Gym, yas boo. I didn't just walk I started trying to run in my Loubouitons . I opened the doors to the gym and fell when I bumped into Wade, ugh.

"It's not even Thursday yet bae, and you still can't stop feeling me up."

"Fuck off." I picked myself up and kicked him in the knee. He fell. Hard. It was funny.

"Damn." He said falling down. Scott little fake self gonna laugh. They are so ridiculous.

I walked into the locker room and took off my dress, no I wasn't naked. I wear my gym clothes under my other stuff I had to struggle bun my hair but I don't care. I walked out of the locker room and went to the track. I started running as fast as I could to keep up with Quin, she's the third fastest in the city, right after her dad. He was fast for real. Quin started walking so I wouldn't pass out trying to catch up.

"Good god Willow you look like your going to vomit. Nasty." I gave her a look and fell straight down.

"Dear lord Willow." I waved my arm signaling her to pick me up.

She picked me up real quick and we started walking again.

"Hey sorry again I can't come over, tennis match you know." She said looking over at the pile of sweat on my face.

"It's fine I just didn't want to mess things up with him"

"Who's him?"

"Oh! Well, my dad of course."

"I thought your dad was still at his business conference."

"Well um.."

"Who is it really Willow?"

I sighed.

"The dmv guy." I admitted to her, what was with everyone questioning me??

"How long have you known him?"

"Two days now." She shook her head at me.

"Okay, moving on from that did you tell him about your little interest in the female body?"

"Well we didn't talk about that, but I did give him my number."

She just shook her brad again.

"How old is he?" By now we had make it around the track field.

"Eighteen."

Her jaw dropped, she was about to say something but the coach blew his whistle which was a signal that it was time to go. I quickly strutted back inside and dashed into the locker room, untied my hair and zipped my dress back up. I was out of there, I pushed open the door trying not to be trampled by the crowd of teens following me.

"Come on honey." My mom shouted at me.

"Ok mom." I sped my jog up and got in the car.

"How was your day?" She was still smiling.

"Oh the usual pandering wannabe boys always bothering people with their smug attitudes, and trying to keep up with Quin at track." I smiled back.

She started giggling. I started laughing. Pam came running out not too soon after we stopped laughing.