My Other Half

CHAPTER SEVEN

«VALERIA'S P.O.V»
CHAPTER SEVEN

"Why would you do that!" I exclaimed angrily, pointing my index finger accusingly at Violet.
Violet merely shrugs and smiles wickedly, proceeding to jump on my bed.

"Well," she answers innocently, "you seemed to be alright with it when you guys were having a mini bonding session in the restroom."

I roll my eyes and fume in annoyance at her obvious jealousy, "I was only being nice, Vi, you didn't have to invite her to my house!" I argued, throwing one of my plush pillows at her as I sit down on the edge of my bed.

"I was only being nice too, Val." Violet smirks and grabs a magazine that was on one of my night-stands. She starts flipping through the Vogue magazine nonchalantly acting as if she hadn't invited a homeless freak to my home on my eighteenth birthday party where my friends would be.

I growl under my breath and snatch the book from her grasp causing her to whimper, "Hey, I was reading that!"

I raise an eyebrow challengingly at her and shove the magazine in her face, "Oh yeah, you were reading it upside down!" I yell, beginning to panic.

This is my eighteenth birthday party we're talking about! It's supposed to be the party of the year. No, the century.

"It's a challenge, I'm always up for a challenge." She defends, but I see her lips quirk into a devious smile."Are you?"

I sigh at her words and make a face, "What the hell are you talking about, Vi, I think you're going crazy." I jokingly place my left hand on her forehead but she jerks her head back and rolls her eyes.

"Let's see if 'Miss Popular' can keep her social status and sanity when a homeless shows up at her party." She puts her hands up and does quotation marks during the 'Miss Popular' bit.

I cross my arms and pout, "This was supposed to be an awesome party not a babysitting a homeless event."

"Well we can always prank the little bi-"

"Language." I interrupt her."You're just mad because she totally roasted you!" I say in a high-pitch voice causing her to grimace.

"Shut up, I just stopped because I wanted to be the bigger person." She complained, while I crawled onto my bed.

"Oh Violet." I sympathize, "You're not the bigger person mentally or physically."

That got me pushed off the bed but instead of getting frustrated, I laugh and ask,"Oh, and about the girl's comeback." I bring up and place my elbows on the bed,"Want some ice for that burn?"

That got me tackled to the ground while still in hysterics.

Don't you just love best friends?

Note my sarcasm.

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To anybody else who might walk into my bedroom at this late hour, it might seem as if I was dispersed on my large bed, entangled in my sheets and mesmerized by the soft-hued cobalt blue ceiling above me.

I'm the only person that knows what I'm really thinking about.

My family.