The Last Lap

The Last Best Friend

chapter 3

"Kathe, you there?"Zoey called out. I covered my mouth to stop myself from making a sound, giving my hiding position away.

"Kathe? I know you are there, don't try to hide!" Zoey shouted again and I couldn't stop myself from giggling. Then, as if not enough, I slapped myself, loudly may I add, the resounding echo in the room.

"There you are!" Zoey chuckled, going to the bookshelf I was hiding behind. "Boo!"

I giggled, "Oh, hey Z."

"I hope you are ready, Kathe, or else I'm going to freak." She had the decency to add a subtleness to her threat.

"Er," I thought of a way to get through this without getting my head chopped off, "Yeah, I've packed. I just need to, pack my s-sundress."

Zoey burst out laughing. "Sundress? Really, Katherine? Well, hurry up, my father hates late people."

"Sounds like a winner," I grumbled, causing Zoey to continue laughing. "Hurry up, Kathe, pack your pjs and all, and lets get on going."

Muttering a few words, I dragged my feet along, pulling on a sleeveless blue shirt and jean shorts, along with converse and my new bag, which I christened as Lola.

So as Lola and I- Holy, that sounded weird. Alright, so as my cute bag and I walked down the stairs to where Zoey was waiting, a smile broke across my face. I haven't had a sleepover for so long, not since my father was still here, with Masie and Cheryl and Heidi.

My father.

His name flashed in my name, and I bit my lip to stop getting all emotional. He's in a better place now, I told myself, he's happy and he's watching over mum and I. That thought gives me comfort.

Another smile awashed my face as I gestured to Zoey and together we headed for her snowy white BMW. We had an argument on the way about whether BMWs are better, or Mercedes. Mercedes all the way!

"The name is weird,"Zoey huffed when I threw her a ton of insults and a smirk that clearly dictates "I win."

"The logo is weird," I retorted back, smiling at the grand house in front of me. It was bigger than mine, and certainly more majestic and grand!

"Welcome to the Chaistys'apartment,"Zoey grabbed her keys and grinned at my expression, "What?"

"A-apartment?" I repeated in disbelief. If this was an apartment my house is a shoe box. Wow.

Zoey laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling me inside. I immediately saw a couple, consisting of a kind-looking blue-eyed, gorgeous brunette and a frowning, confused-looking man with pulled back blonde hair and brown eyes, like Zoey's. What intrigued me was the way the man was staring at me; as if he knew me. Recognition was on his face, but suddenly it became blank. I recognise that trick all too well. It's my most-used. Like when people talk to me about my father or mother, or well people call me the freak without a dad. Hurt, but expressionless. Not emotionless, but buried.

"M-Mr Chaisty, and Mrs Chaisty?"I asked shyly. Zoey gave me a thumbsup, "Hey dad, hey mum."

"Call me Lola, dear,"Her mother said, smiling.

"Katherine." I told her, before I blurted out, "Hey! Your name is the same as my bag's name."I pointed to my bag, Lola, before looking back at the human, Lola, who was watching me, amused. "Crap, sorry Mrs Chai-Lola."

She just nodded, smiling slightly, before turning to her husband. He fixed me a steady look, "Right. Zoey's new toy. Katherine Hastings. I'm Miles Chaisty."