Silence is a girl's loudest Scream{On Small Hold}

Chapter 4

★Chapter 4★

When I pulled my car into the driveway, I glanced at Jess's car, her blue sedan. Gabbie and Hanna must have hitched a ride. But I just know I'm going to be driving. I don't drink.

So, as the designated driver, I here by make this solemn vow to never leave my friends, may they be drunk off their ass's and their age levels going from seventeen to four, behind at a teenage party where they could be possibly raped, or hop on the next hay wagon to Mexico. There, I think I made my point.

I chuckled as I made my way to the front door. I have got to stop quoting spongebob. As I opened the door, the sound off girlish laughter came from the couch in the living room. I peered in from behind the door and saw my three friends, two on the couch with my aunt and Hanna on the floor, laughing about something so hard that they didn't hear me come in. I walked in slowly and quietly, keeping the door open for fear of making noise.

"...and you should have seen her face when we told her about Clara!" My ears perked up. Told who what?!

"Yeah, when I told Hanna that Clara liked Skyler, she flipped out! She's was like, 'are you sure you're talking about the right Clara? Our Clara?' And when I confirmed, we went to go tell Jess, and she said the same thing!" Gabbie squealed. Why in the hell are they telling my aunt these lies?! Well, not lies in particular, but I have to work with Skyler closely on this project and my aunt will be giving me 'the look', and it will just be a whole mess.

"And when they told me, we immediately started planning on how to get them together! I mean their already partners for the senior projec--" I slammed the front door, stopping Jess from her next words. They all looked towards me, my aunt a mixture of surprise and happiness on her face, completely oblivious to my rising anger, while my three 'Friends', ((translation: Dead Meat)), all had a face of caution and fear. You know, that 'oh shit' face you get when you realize that you shouldn't of poked that lion with a stick? Yeah, that face.

They are sooo lucky I'm doing this for Thomas.

I rolled my eyes and started my way up stairs, my aunt talking mindlessly and my friends following silently behind me. Smart women. I pushed my door open, throwing my bag on the floor and sitting on my bed, waiting for my friends to start their rampaging. Boom...

"Oh God, Clara were really sorry we told Stacey, we just thought--" I held up my hand, sitting on my bed and pointing to my closet, plopped back onto my bed. I heard them all sigh and my closet door opening, immediately gabbing on about what I should wear. This shirt with those shoes, but not these pants. Oh, this shirt looks good with these jeans, but it doesn't match the shoes now. Decisions, decisions. Ha, not for me! I'm just going to close my eye lids up like that and...

"Clara!" My eyes shot open and I groaned. But I wanted to sleep! I sat up, zombie like, and looked at the outfit they picked up.

They held a dark blue tanktop with sequence all over it, a black collarless blazer with the sleeves folded to show a nice satin blue that matched the top, a nice pair of white skinny jeans with diamonds on the butt and a pair of black open-toedopen-toed heals, that were also covered from top to bottom in sequence. It actually looked nice. And those were my favorite heals, the only ones I could actually walk in with the confidence of not falling on my face. I got up and grabbed the clothes, eyeing my grinning friends. They groaned.

"Come on, Clara, you have to look good for Thomas!" Jess all but screamed. I rolled my eyes and snorted. Yeah, nothing like going out with a closet gay football player. Lots of fun, lots of fun.

"Don't snort at us, we-- plus everyone at school-- know he has a thing for you." Hanna said, coming to sit on the bed.

"Yeah, he has to like you if he even considered asking you to Tyler's party." Jess concluded. Yeah, to use me for his image. But I guess it was my own fault, taking pity on a gay.