Confessions of a Rich Girl

Chapter 4: Friends

" Can you believe this bull Imani? The nerve of that man."

" I'm sorry babe that shit sucks. Lets look at our options. We could put a ransom on his head and he could disappear within the week. We could hire a couple of prostitutes and bribe him. I mean you can tell he hasn't gotten laid in a while. It would be public service. I feel bad for the prostitutes though. Who would want to fuck that. "

Though this girl can be a bitch, she was the closest thing I had to a real friend. Imani is gorgeous, not as pretty as yours truly, but still. She had curly brown hair and a beautiful mocha look. She is 5'7 with a killer figure and legs for days. The fact that she was mixed with African American and Polish gave her this whole exotic look. We have known each other since diaper days, and even after the incident, she stayed by me for some insane reason. Maybe it was guilt eating at her, or maybe she just liked me. Either way I couldn't care less. If we weren't "friends" we would have been enemies. This way she isn't competition for my crown. Confession: I hate her

"You're terrible Imani. I don't think I have enough money to pay someone to sleep with that thing." I laughed

"Ain't that the truth, but what are you going to do?" She responded

"I have no idea. It looks like I have no choice but to do as he asked, but we need to stop talking and work on our project before Mrs Soma grills our asses... again"

We were both in the middle of History, our last class of the day; very oddly enough the only class I had an A in. Something about learning about others past intrigued me. Though today Imani and I were supposed to be working on our project. We are expected to talk about each other's family history and she write a short report about mine, and I do hers.

"Yah, yah, but let's be honest. This shit will be a piece of cake. I have known you since what birth? Perks of having our dads own a business together, and the fact that our moth-" She stopped herself. Her eyes slowly looked up into mine. She realized her mistake one syllable too late.

"Let's not forget our mothers were best friends right? That's what you wanted to say right?" I couldn't stop the ice that laced my words. Imani kept her gaze on me and I could see the pity and guilt that swirled in her eyes.

She coughed and said, " Shit, I'm sorry London, I fucked up,  I didn't mean to- "

"It's fine, let's just continue this stupid project." Even after I said it, I knew my voice didn't sound convincing. Confession : I wish I didn't listen.

The atmosphere between us had changed. I could tell she wanted to say something but my cold gaze didn't let her. I know I am overreacting but, she and I know we never talk about that woman. Ever. It is a mutual agreement between us. We mention nothing about her name, life or anything that has to do with that bitch. We both stopped talking for a couple minutes. The silence between us was starting to kill me, so I decided to end the tension.

"You know, I would kill for a burger right now."

Imani made a relieved sigh like she had been holding her breath, and shot me a look of gratitude. The guilt must have been driving her insane.

"Girl, me too. We should totally go to The Shack after school. Your man candy is gonna be there."

Just like that, everything was back to the shallow normal world we both pretend we are happy with.

" As much as I would like to grab a burger and get dessert right after..." I said with a wink, " I can't, remember? I have to go study with Harry Hotter."

"Oh shit, sorry babe I forgot. But hey maybe if you cast your spells right, you can still get your dessert afterwards."

" Ha! I wish. As much as I would like to play with his wand, that kid wants nothing to do with me. To him I am she who shall not be named"