"Heather, didn't you say you were in a hurry? Isn't your mom waiting for you?"
"No, I texted her and said I'd stay here. She said it's fine," Heather replied, batting her eyelashes innocently.
What a brat! She's lying without even blushing.
"Great," said Mom, coming out of the kitchen. "Kids, dig in! The seafood and Asian food won't eat themselves. More pizza will be here soon."
"Thanks, Ms. Whiteriver," Lamar said politely.
Everyone had outdone themselves – the living room table was a cultural-gastronomic fusion: Chinese, Korean, and Vietnamese takeout, lots of cute sweet and savory snacks, bubble tea, various sodas, and for intellectuals like Mom, hot jasmine tea she bought from a Vietnamese shop.
Ishani gave me a conspiratorial nod, and we stepped into the hall while everyone else decided which movie to watch on Netflix.
"Is it just me, or is Heather kind of sus?"
"You guessed it..."
"Listen, Mel, are we okay? I'm sorry about yesterday."
"Let's... Let's just forget about it," I sighed.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Then let's deal with this bitch," Ishani said decisively.
"How did you know she pisses me off?"
Ishani tossed her stunning black hair. "I've dealt with this before when Mom pushed me to hang out with people I didn't want to, not picking up on my hints. What happened between you two?"
"Same as you and Irene. She stopped talking to me, thinking she was better than me, and now she shows up like nothing happened. I don't know how to get rid of her."
"Leave that to me. I owe you for last night."
"Nothing extreme, I hope?" I asked suspiciously.
"Let's just say I learned from the best. By the way, Bianca was looking for you yesterday," Ishani said reluctantly. "She was really upset when you left."
"Of course. Probably no one has ever left her party so quickly, and she was scared I'd ruin her reputation."
"No, dear," Ishani put a hand on my shoulder. "Only Irene left faster than you. Like a popped zit."
"Great comparison. Are you happy now that Irene was humiliated?"
"Maybe, at least for a while," she admitted honestly.
"Now you seem to get along with the cheerleaders," I nodded toward Alisha, who was chatting with Heather about her cute belly button ring. Jess stood there, green with envy, trying to insert herself into their conversation to steal Alisha's attention, but it was useless. Heather had a mountain cabin, Jess was still under school punishment and was at a social low point.
"Anything to get my sweet Lamar's attention," cooed Ishani dreamily probably thinking of their future kids.
"You're really into him. What if he's already in love with someone?"
"I asked Alisha. He's not dating anyone. Just don't tell me you have your eye on him!"
"No! No! God, no! He's all yours," I still felt awkward about how I had turned him down, revealing Ishani's feelings. On the other hand, as Ishani says, we're even. She'll probably be in love with someone else by tomorrow.
"Thank you, Mother, for your blessing," Ishani laughed, bowing and grabbing my hand to kiss it.
"Nooo!!! Hahaha," I laughed, trying to pull away from Ishani.
"Girls, what are you whispering about over there? We're curious too," Heather said.
"Can't you live without gossip and secrets?" Ishani asked innocently.
"Heather is one big secret," Jess snorted, realizing she might need to team up with Ishani to achieve her goal.
What a circus! I thought, glancing at my phone. A message popped up. It was from Bianca. She was waiting in her car outside my house.
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