A White Lie

Chapter 4: No Way!

CHAPTER FOUR: No Way!

“Wake up!” a voice shouted right beside my ear.

“Five more minutes,” I pleaded, burying my face in my pillow. I smiled into my pillow as I heard the footstep getting fainter. Finally, I was left alone to get more sleep. Just as I was about to drift back into sleep, I felt some type of cold liquid splash on my face. I let out a scream and bolted out of my bed.

“I told you to wake up,” Cassandra said, grinning with a bottle of ice water in her hands.

“You didn’t have to pour water on me!”

“I didn’t have any other choice. You wouldn’t wake up any other way.” I grabbed my drenched pillow and threw it at her.

“Why did you wake me up at nine in the morning?” I questioned after looking at the clock. Nine was pretty early for me because I would always sleep in until noon if I don’t have school.

“Because we’re going clubbing tonight!”

“Why did you wake me up if we’re going tonight?” I asked groggily and rubbed my eyes with my hands before what Cassandra said sunk in. “Wait, I’m underage, one more year till I’m eighteen, remember?”

“That is why, we have this here,” Cassandra threw a small, rectangular card in my direction. I picked it up from the floor and when I looked at it, I let out a loud gasp.

“I’m a first year dentistry student?” I asked, glancing down at the student ID.

“Yup!”

“I don’t even live here! Why does it have my picture and name?”

“It’s a fake student ID and I got the picture from your Facebook,” Cassandra explained, rolling her eyes.

“How did you get a fake student ID?”

“I have my ways,” she said, grinning.

“Isn’t this illegal?”

“It isn’t if you don’t use it. They only ask for identification if you look younger than eighteen.”

“Oh I didn’t know I look older than my age,” I said sarcastically. Cassandra rolled her eyes at me, once again, before throwing the closet doors open and going through my clothes. After making faces at several outfits, she finally closed the door.

“I knew you wouldn’t have clothes that make you look older than your age, which is why we’re going shopping now!” I let out a loud groan.

“No way!” Unlike most girls, I hated shopping with friends. Shopping alone is fine because I would just go into a store, grab whatever catches me eye that has my size and pay for it. Shopping with friends meant endless hours of going into stores and waiting for them to try on their clothes before they decide not to buy it after all.

“Ugh, c’mon Zoey!”

“Why am I friends with you?” I asked Cassandra rhetorically before going to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. After taking a dump, I walked back to my room to change into more presentable clothing. After throwing on a pair of shorts and a light pink T-shirt, I dragged my hairbrush through my hair and applied a simple layer of mascara on my eyelashes and a light shade of lipstick on my lips.

When I was done with my make up, I looked in the mirror and poked my high cheekbones, smiling when I remembered what my grandmother said about me taking after her. After filling my bag with my phone and wallet, I walked out of my room to find a very impatient looking Cassandra sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine.