Trust Me, Alpha.

Chapter 9 - The Art of Procrastination

Belle POV (Before)

"The cookies!!!" I yell running towards the oven. "Farrah you were supposed to watch these while I made the muffins!" Taking out the golden cookies.

"No, you told me to. I never agreed." Farrah pads into the kitchen. "By the way, The Outsiders' How to Kill Grapes of Wrath? May just be the most boring and weirdly written book on the planet. You could torture people with this stuff." She hasn't finished the summer English assignment yet.

Removing the cookies from the sheet I shake my head at her. "You realize school starts tomorrow, right?" I grab the bowl of cookie mix starting to form them into little balls placing them on the sheet. " And I thought HKGW was fantastic as do many other people, which is why it's a classic."

"What did you especially like about the book? The theme, plot; character development? What was your favorite part?" Farrah asks suddenly interested.

I place the cookies into the oven. "Oh definitely the part where we have this conversation after you finish reading the book. I'm not helping your bad habits."

"Hey! Procrastination is an art, thank you." She feigns being offended.

"Mhm, could you get the vanilla?"

Farrah hands it to me before sniffing my bowl "Mmm, banana. But what if some of the teachers don't like it?" I'm making cookies for my homeroom, muffins to put in the teacher's lounge, and painting a huge 'Welcome Back!' banner for the entrance of the school.

"I'm also making blueberry, apple cinnamon, chocolate chip, cream cheese, and I'll bring fruit just in case." I know it's a little much but I have to be 'perfect' again.

"I suppose you do have a title to uphold, madam president." Farrah mocks, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Why did you even run?"

I go over to the cabinets, pulling some cupcake/muffin liners. "I don't know, one day my mom asked why I wasn't in student government. So I was a home room rep. and then somehow that turned into being secretary and finally president." I handed the liners, muffin tin, and mix to Farrah before turning back to the counter.

"I love how you ask if I want to help. And you know teenagers are supposed to disappoint their parents, right? Not fulfill their every wish. Have you learned nothing from movies??" She shook her head at me while putting in the liners.

I roll my eyes but don't respond instead I wash off the beater of the mixer.

"You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to, B." Farrah says in a sad tone.

I start silently going over to the cupboards and getting the ingredients. Soon Farrah starts up again.

"The goal of your life isn't to make everyone else happy, you know. I'm sure if you just-"

"I don't need this right now, okay?! I already have a mom to tell me everything I'm doing wrong!" I snap. Farrah's eyebrows scrunch up and she opens her mouth to talk but I stop her. "You know what, I'm fine here. You can go finish your book. See you tomorrow."

She raises her eyebrows but then silently walks through the door, leaving me to my own devices.

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I drive up to the school and look for my parking place. Once I find it in the front I park and go around to my trunk to get the banner.

"Barely anyone's here yet! School starts at 8, Belle!" Athena complains getting out of the car.

I struggle with the huge thing and remind her of our talk earlier. "You could've gone with Beau at 7:30, remember?"