I Love My Best Friend

Chapter 3

Mia

How could Tristen leave me alone like that. I mean, he called me a bitch and didn't expect me to fire back. We've had arguments before, but he has never called me a bitch.

I heard the front door slam shut, so I knew he had left. It was then I started weeping harder, for I realized that I was the bad guy. He was trying to protect me, and I called him ego-centric. What kind of friend am i?

Filled with so much anger and frustration, I threw the box across the room and laid flat on the floor. All I could think about was how angry he must be, and that he might never talk to me again. So I grabbed my phone and to text him:

I'm sorry

After a few minutes, he didn't reply so I decided to have bath and go to bed early.

-hours later-

*Alarm sounds*

Errr! I couldn't find that stupid alarm clock on the night stand next to my be, so I sat on the bed, scanning the room, only to find the little annoying demon on the other side of the room, with 6:00 am in red. The reason I put it over there is so that i get up when it goes off, but if it was beside my bed, I'd just stretch over and turn it off, and lay back in bed.

So I got up and went over to turn it off, then sat on my bed, checking my phone to see if tristen had replied, but he didn't, so I got up, ready to start a new day.

Today I'm wearing a baggy, baby-blue blouse with 'He wants my coco' written in a Greek font, or whatever, and a pair of pink shorts. Even though I don't usually wear make-up I decided to wear a bit of my red lipstick and curl my hair.

At school, Tristen was nowhere to be found. I mean, I didn't look for him or anything, but he's usually at his locker, or something. I know, he'll be there in Literature class, because we both do literature, i thought to myself.

When I got to my locker, the annoying brat was there, yeah, Shane.

'Umm, I think your locker is down the hall.' pointing in the direction of his locker.

'I know, I just wanted talk to you.'

'You got ten seconds, bruh.'

'You look very pretty today,' trying to sound smooth and all, ' and I like your shirt.'

'Thanks now bet it.'

'Can I get your number?'

'For?'

'To call you sometimes.'

'Sure, just choose a number between zero and nine, now leave me alone will ya' I said walking away, heading to the girls' restroom, but he managed to to grab my arm, pulling me into his chest then wrapped his hands around my waist.

'I want you, Mia.'

'Yeah, but you can't have me,' struggling to push him off me. then he did the must disgusting thing he could have ever done. He kissed me! he continued for about 5 seconds before I could managed to push him off, and slapped him in his face, then walked away from him, in the direction f the girls' restroom, only to see Tristen standing close by, talking to one of his friend. Could he have seen what just happened? If he did he might get the wrong impression, that Shane and I are dating. EW! The thought made my feet feel shaky, so I went into the restroom and sat on the floor. how could this day possibily get worse!