Trace

Chapter 4

"Well I wanna hang out with him. If you won't take him- then I will!" Ayla laughs.

    I had just told her the whole Harry sitch and she's more interested in her chances than my feelings.

"Well have him all you want," I scoff, "he's too big for me anyway.

     "Too big?" Ayla asks, wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"Oh shut up, Ay! You're just like Anne with those eyebrows!"

      "Yea, but only she has thicker ones, and I can't  seem to get mine to look like that," she frowns, running her fingers over her eyebrows.

     "Anway, he's like a monster. His hands are way too massive. He could break a neck with just one of them, I bet," I say, and lean toward Ayla with my outstretched hands and making a growling noise.

   "Stop it!" she laughs, "ya know.. big hands are good for a couple of things.."

"Is there a minute you can go without being sexual??"

     Ayla smirks, "Never tried. And I don't plan to."

Thankfully, the doorbell rings, ending the conversation.

   "Anne!" we both say, running to the front door.

"Damn, it's freezing out here! Since when is it this cold in June?" Anne says as we open the door to her.

     She's holding a few movies, her overnight bag, and three boxes.

"What are the boxes?" I ask her, as she settles in.

         "Snacks of course!" she grins, "oh, and Ayla, I made homemade chocolate cookies from the recipe your grandma gave me. She home? I wanted her to try one."

        "She's out right now, but she'll be home later," Anne confirms, and takes the boxes to set on the granite counter.

     Ayla lives with her grandmother, as her mum and dad both died when she was just four years old. They went on a holiday to Barbados and were mudered by pirates along the coast. We all met in Year 4 at our school, when we were seven years old. Ayla was always quiet when we were  little, and wouldn't talk to anyone, except for her grandmother and our music teacher. We all became best friends that year, and she opened up.

    "Soo, El, what are you planning for your birthday?" Ayla smiles mischievously.

"El? Did you just call her El??" Anne questions, clearly confused.

         "Why of course, Annie darling, you see, our little Cae prefers to be called El now," Ayla smirks, as she drones her voice.

        "Do not!" I immediately protest. "It's a long story, Anne."

"I've got the time," she smiles.

So, Ayla and I continue to tell the story to Anne from brunch with Ghain to leaving Starbucks. Ayla cuts in a lot, adding in different sexual comments.

      "How big, Cae?" Anne howls with laughter.

I honestly don't find it that funny, but if these girls get a kick of it, what the hell.

      "Oh my gosh, we have to call him tonight!" Anne suggests.

"N-no n-no," I say, waving my hands, disagreeing.

     "And why not?" Ayla questions, snootily.

"Because! I don't want to talk to him!" I shout.