The Calling

Kennedy

I wiped up my tears and put on a brave face the moment Weston left my room. This is on my list of things to work on, not caring. I am a big girl, and Dante is a pathetic low-lifer, I don't need to listen to anything he has to say and think about me.

The only thing I am thinking about right now is what he said about Zoey.

"You need to tell Zoey to watch her fucking mouth and what she says-oh I'm surprised she didn't tell you."

What is he talking about? What has Zoey been saying? Thought after thought was running through my mind in the shower, all the way until Amelia texted me she was here.

I snapped out of my thoughts and headed downstairs to get Amelia.

"Heyyyyy bitchhhhh" Oh how I love this girl.

I pulled her inside and ran her up to my room.

"Oh my god what more did you and Weston do you slut?" Her words made me laugh instantly.

We then sat down and did our hair and makeup while I told her everything. What happened to me and Weston last night, today, and the phone call I got?

"Okay first off Ken, it sounds like he has mad feelings for you, nobody just gets random little kisses and all that shit if the other person isn't crazy about them."

"Yeah I know, but before we did anything he said it doesn't have to be serious, he just wants to make me feel good." She snickered at my choice of words and I could feel my cheeks heat up.

"Most non-serious hookup relationships I have don't end in warm kisses and cuddles Kenny, you got him wrapped around your finger-" Before Amelia could finish someone opened my door.

"Busting in ladies, I need help." In walked Bry with his hands over his eyes.

"You know you wouldn't have to cover your eyes if you just knocked like a normal human being," Amelia smirked at me as she talked and I couldn't help but hide my laugh.

"I know but I've got a real problem, and does that mean I can open my eyes now?" I chuckled before grabbing a pillow off my bed and throwing it, hitting Bry right in the head.

He uncovered his eyes and bellowed over like I actually hurt him. "Okay, what do you need help with?" I peered over at him while Amelia finished curling my hair.

He walked up to my full-length mirror, "I want to bag a random chick legs tonight, can this outfit get that?" Amelia rolled her eyes at me before facing Bry.

"First off I am not going to tell you which part of your outfit sucks if you talk like women like that again." She snapped at him but I could tell she was being playful.

"My apologies ladies, tonight I would love to meet a lovely woman, God's greatest creation, and I would love to take her back here tonight and have a night full of pleasure if she insists." He curtsied to us and Amelia couldn't stop herself from cracking up.

"What's wrong with my outfit guys?"

Me and Amelia then stood up walking circles around him, he was dressed in all black, literally all black head to toe. Amelia spoke my mind before I had the chance to say anything.

"Go change your shirt, something loose fitting and not black, please. Keep the black jeans and switch out your black vans for some white or tan shoes, preferably some retro-type sneakers if you have it. And then maybe go grab a hat too."

Me and Bry were left speechless mouths practically on the floor.

"Damn Amelia, you a fashion major or what?" Bry was the first to speak.