Bookmarked Love

Too Complicated

Gracie's POV

"I hate you all," I mumble, stopping my attempts to finger comb the hurricane on my head. 

Kyle laughs, his arm wrapped around his latest girl, a red head, named Bailey, Hailey or something. She looks like a Bailey, thus I will call her Bailey.

"You know you love us," Uri teases, smacking my leg playfully.

"Hands on wheel," I command, pushing Uri's hand away. Rolling her eyes, she places her right hand back on the steering wheel, her newly manicured fingers tapping out the rhythm of Pretty Girls by Brittany and Iggy. 

I have, and will continue to never, understand how I could be best friends with someone so...unique. In fact, if you looked up the word unique in the dictionary, you'd find a picture of Uri, eggplant purple hair and all.

"Did you finish Mr. Myers history report?" Bailey interjects herself randomly into the conversation. "I mean seriously, how does he expect us to finish 4 pages in one night?"

Unintentionally, she reminds me that I have no life, seeing that I finished that report in the hour we had left in class and somehow, still found myself sleeping on my couch on Saturday morning. That was until, I got 3 uninvited visitors that burst through my door, kidnapped me and drove me to the movies, all during which I was still half asleep.

"I still have a whole page left to do!" Uri complains, pouting and causing me to laugh.

"Maybe you should've hit the books instead of your boy toys," I giggle. 

"But I couldn't help it! They were soo good! Especially this one-" I cut her off before she can continue.

"Ew, TMI, gross. You keep your STD stories to yourself," I gag.  Uri throws her head back, cackling evilly to the sky. 

If there's one thing I admire about Uri, it's her confidence around all people, especially boys. Howbeit, I've also come to worry about that confidence.  It's the same thing with Kyle. He's slept around with almost every girl in school (excluding Uri and I) but unlike Uri and every other playboy, he has the decency to remember the names of his flings. 

Or at least the majority of them.

Okay, maybe it's a little less than half, but still!

Tell me God, why  did you gave me two confident, gorgeous, walking sex machines as best friends?

"Let me guess, you haven't even started yet?" I question, turning in my seat to face Kyle.

He shrugged, smirking. "Guilty as charged." I sigh; of course. The chances of Kyle Manners actually doing homework, are like my chances of being found at a party.

"What about you, Bailey?" I ask her. She blinks, confused. 

"Who's Bailey?" She asks.

"I mean..." I trail off, racking my brain for the girl's name. Uri shrugs when I send her a desperate look for help, trying-and failing-to hide her pelts of laughter as she pulls up in front of the movie theater. Kyle mouths, 'Dana' to me and I mentally face palm myself.

Damn it, I wasn't even close.

Still, instead of noticing my slight distress, Dana goes on, rambling about how her parents told her she had some family emergency to go to but in reality they threw a surprise party for her because of blah, blah, blah. 

Normally, I listened to people but with people like Bailey/Dana, it was a different case. I only mean that they could take some time off from talking about themselves.