Tag Teamed

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(Bo)   

 

"Dammit!" I yelled at the top of my lungs from the bathroom. I am in the process of dying my hair, when I find out that I brought the wrong color hair dye. But I swear that it said black on the box. NOT BLUE...Oh wait....DAMN...it says BLUE in big black, bold letters.   

 "Bo, What the hell——OH MY GOD!" says Arla when she enters our bathroom from the kitchen; and stops at the doorway gaping at me with a huge smirk forming. And it only takes seconds for her to assess the situation and then the next thing I know she bursts out laughing. Not just a giggle, but a full blown snort laugh with tears that follow.   

"Shut up and help me out here you ass." I say glaring at her from the mirror I've been standing in front of for the last thirty minutes.  

 "Babe, what did you do? Are you going all High School Rogue teenager on me, cuz I can't deal with anymore teenagers. Bad enough I have to deal with little Miss Rich White Girl, and her new pet Neighthan, that I swear looks like a gay version of Channing Tatum."   

"No, I'm not going rogue. I bought the wrong damn hair dye. Help me out instead of looking at me like I'm just another gringa that can't tell a rat from a mouse." I say as she starts to walk over to me still laughing. Which makes me start laughing and I end up getting dye on my cheek.  

  Dammit, now I'm going to look like a freaking Smurf. Or like I'm turning violet, like that bratty white girl in Willy Wonka.    

"Chica, que pasa?" says Arla.    

 "What?"    

 "What's wrong with you?"    

 "Nothing."   

 "Its not nothing, It's something. What is it?"     

 I don't want to tell her that today marks the anniversary of the day that my mother took my baby brother away from me and my father because my father found out that he wasn't his. And I haven't seen or heard from either one in over seventeen years. So I decide that now is a good time to change the subject.

 "Is that a new dress you're wearing?" I say looking at her from the mirror. Making her talk about herself, always seems to work. She is in a nice floor length, sleeveless, bright green dress with a beaded neckline. It does not do her curves justice, but she isn't the type that likes dresses. She started wearing them ever since she started dating some new guy named Brant. I have no clue what he looks like. I haven't had time to really relax and hangout because of school, work, the gym, and my matches every other night. But she seems to like him enough to go all Kim Kardashian on me.

 "Yes, it is. I love it so much. I bought it for my date tonight. Kenna and Neighthan are coming, you should come too. You need to get out and have fun for once," she says with her eyes sparkling with some emotion I have no clue to as to what it is. "We can see if Neighthan or Brant have any friends available you can-"  

"No, thank you. Plus I have to work tonight." I cut her off before she can finish that sentence. I haven't went on a date since high school and I don't plan on going on one anytime soon. Arla and Kenna are always trying to set me up, but I always tell them no because I'm busy. It not a lie, but its not the whole truth. Sometimes I just want to be alone for a night and sleep. Not party.

"But-" She interjects and I cut her off once more.

"No, Ar. Maybe next week."

"You promise?"