Y/N's high school life

Chapter fourteen

A/n: I will actually cry. Fuck ninth grades national tests TwT /Emo 1

Anyways, hola mis amigo somos vuelto y tenemos un capítulo muy interesante para tí. O.... no sé. Pienso que es uno de los capítulos más aburridos en nuestro libro. Quizás debería hablar inglés.

Okay so I don't have the urge to write that in English again, and if you really wanna know, just go translate. When you come back, we'll jump right into this ??? chapter. /Emo 1

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Today is a special day! I get to have a sleepover with Nathalie! I can feel my heart beat of excitement, despite all the things that happened with my pookie wookie Max Philips, I couldn't stop thinking about the 100th hangout with my bestest of best friends!

I checked all the bags that I wanted to bring to the sleepover over and over again, in case I had forgotten anything... Nope! Good to go!

This time, my once-in-a-lifetime-sightseeing dad decided to drive me there, even if her house is relatively close. By the time I got there, I stepped out of my luxurious 100 kilometer long lamborghini and knocked on the door of Nathalie's house.

"Coming!" I heard her footsteps echoing behind the closed door, the sound louder the further she came.

Nathalie opened the door. With her hair let down, she was wearing a graphic shirt and loose jeans as always.

"Hey Y/N! Come on inside!" Nathalie ushered me in through the door, grabbing my hands as I looked back at my car.

"Wait, my bags!" I suddenly remembered, they were still on the porch!

"Oh, I almost forgot... I'll help with that!" Nathalie walked back to the porch, grabbing one of the plastic bags filled with random stuff that I thought was necessary. Well, maybe it was unnecessary, but you can never be too prepared!

"Oh my goodness Y/N, you don't need to bring that much stuff! It's just a sleepover!" Nathalie chuckles, managing to put all the bags indoors. I'm not going to lie, Nathalie is pretty strong, stronger than me at least. I had to call my servants to help me get my stuff in the car! I still don't get it. Why doesn't Nathalie's family have servants or maids? It's not THAT expensive right? RIGHT???

We managed to carry all of my bags up to her room with the help of her mom. When we were done Nathalie helped me to set up my bed. Then we had a very very important discussion about what we should do on the sleepover.

"Okay, so I have a few lists of things we can do. Let's see... we could bake cookies again, or if you want to switch things up we can try baking a cake. We can play video and board games, and uhhh we can play truth or dare! What do you say? Do you have any suggestions?"

Nathalie paced around her room, her hair following her around as she turned back and forth. Now that I'm thinking about it, her hair is reaaaaally pretty. It's in a really pretty shade of red, unlike Billy (sowwy silly Billy... 🥺).

"U-u-um, I-I-I d-don't r-really h-h-h-have any suggestions, w-we can do w-w-what you have p-p-p-p-p-planned!" I replied, twirling my luscious luminescent rainbow 20 meter long hair.

"Okay! Would it be okay if we baked a cake this time?"

"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sure!" I stammered out.

We walked out her room and into the kitchen. Billy was sitting at the dining table, munching on a bag of... something. I forgot what these are called, I only know that they are made of tortilla chips and are REALLY spicy. I tried one of these at lunch when Billy gave me some and it almost burned my tongue off!! Who would willingly eat this stuff?! (Not me /Emo 1; Me/Emo 2)