The Boy in the Park

Chapter 7

I woke up, 2 hours later, hoping it was all just a bad dream. But as I got up, and my eyes adjusted to the bright light streaming in through the crack in the window, I realized it wasn't. There were empty cupcake liners all over my nightstand, and that was enough proof for me.

I wished it was all just a bad dream. How did things turn to shit so quickly? I checked the time. It was currently 4 pm. I unlocked my phone, and went into the group chat. 

What time should I be at your house? I typed.

Uh, how about 5:30 ish. Carter's gonna be here around 6:45 to pick me up. Replied Sam.

K. I replied.

Honestly, I wasn't feeling that up for it. I didn't think I could handle Sam gushing on and on about Carter, and how great things were going, when my own love life was currently shit. But, I was her friend. One of her best friends. So, I didn't want to ruin the night for her by not being a supportive friend.

I walked up to the mirror on my dresser and examined my face. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. My eyes were kind of bloodshot, and to top everything off, I had a fucking new pimple on my cheek. 

Probably from the stress. Fuck that pimple. Fuck everything. 

I was originally going to start getting ready now, but I just plopped back onto the bed and opened up my laptop. 

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One hour later, I was still in my shorts and tank top, my hair was a mess, and I probably looked like a walrus. I ran around my room trying to find a cute pair of shorts or something, but I don't know what happened, because I couldn't find any good clothes.

Whatever, I thought, It's not like I have to look good. Sam's the one going on the date, not me. I don't have to look good at all. With this thought in mind, I threw on some random sweatpants and left on whatever shit tank top I had on at the moment. I was so done trying, when it didn't get me anywhere.

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I pulled up onto Sam's driveway. She lived in a pretty isolated area, and her house was massive. As soon as I parked, I saw Ella running towards my car.

Wait? Ella was here too?

"YAY! YOU'RE HERE!!!!!!" She screamed, grabbing my arms and dragging me towards the door.

Ella was another of my close friends. She came in the middle of Grade 7, but we honestly didn't talk until about 2 years ago, when we were in all the same classes. She was usually very excited, (hence the screaming and grabbing), and she was the best person to talk to about anything I was passionate about, because she always showed her enthusiasm, and made me feel like my opinions and interests were relevant and important. She was also really smart. Like, seriously smart. Well, all of my friends were pretty smart, but we also liked goofing off and worrying about hair and makeup as well. She was a fan of a lot of the TV shows I watched, so whenever I went to her house, we watched them together. One time, I went to her house and we biked to the nearby convenience store to go get slushies. I filled mine up, but I found it hard to bike and hold the slushy and the same time, so when I hit a bump in the road, the whole slushy fell on the floor. She laughed, and I laughed, and then when we got home, she split hers with me. That was pretty much her in a nutshell. She goofed off a lot, but at the end of the day, she had the other person's best interest at heart, and I really appreciated that.

I allowed myself to be dragged into the house, where I found Olivia, Sam, Tori, Emily, and Valentina.

Looks like Sam brought the whole group to help her get ready.