"What you get, you dumb bitch!" Jenna yelled at me through the other end of the phone. I told her everything that had happened between me and Jordan. As my best friend, she was supposed to encourage me, tell me what to do, help me out. But, noooo!
My best friend has to be a bitch about it.
She was mad I didn't text her or call her for a long, long time. I mean, honestly, I'd be too, but has she ever heard of 'forgiving'? Or 'forgiveness'?
Jesus Christ.
"You know what?" I sneered. "I'm fucking sick and tired of you treating me like shit. I'm sick and tired of you not being happy for me. I FUCKING sick and tired of you. I--"
"What the hell, Sofia?--"
"--hate--"
"You're a fucking bitch, you know that?"
"--YOU!"
I hung up on her and threw my phone at the wall.
First Jordan, then Jenna. Who else was I gonna lose?
-
I woke up the next morning, groggy. It had been two days since that horrible phone call, and almost a week since my kiss with Tyler.
Fuck. I was so screwed.
I slowly got out of bed and checked my watch. 8:38 A.M.
"Ah, dammnit! What the hell!" I yelled to myself. It was Saturday.
"Sofia! Don't curse!" My mom's voice echoed downstairs.
"Shut up," I mumbled softly, so she couldn't hear me. If I said that to my mother, she would come at me with a chancla.
I went to my bathroom and took a hot shower. I used up most of my Very Berry shampoo, mainly because it was almost empty. I came out of the shower, feeling refreshed, a little bit better than before, and with steam seeping out of the bathroom door which I closed.
"Ahhh," I moaned to myself. "That was the best decision I have made so far." I toweled myself up while blow-drying my wet hair. Since my hair was up to my hips, it took twenty minutes to dry. Mainly because I was paying attention to how my hair looked.
It was curly. Not super, super curly. Like little wavy curls flowing to my hips. Plus, I was olive colored. I was tan.
My hair was black, but it looked brown in the sunlight.
I was so focused with my hair, that with the blow-dryer on, I didn't realize someone was knocking--correction--pounding at my door.
I turned the dryer of and yelled, "Who is it?"
"It's me, fat ass!" Only one person could yell that. Jason.
I swung the door open and glared at him. "Don't ever call me that again. Or I will stick your dick in a vending machine, just like that grandpa did in Bad Grandpa."
He rolled his eyes. I really hated him.
He was nine years old and already using curse words. What a shame.
"Mom told me to--" He started but started sniffing me. "Bend down, would ya?" He ordered me grumpily. I rolled my eyes and bent down, frontwards. He sighed. "That's the smell! How did you smell so good?"
I shook my head. "What do you mean by that?"
He laughed. "I didn't think you had the capability of smelling like that."
Pig.
"Geek!" I yelled at him. "And one word. Shampoo, dumbass."
I see why he was cursing. Because of me.
"Shut up, bitch! I'm not a geek!"
I glared at him. He called me a fucking female dog.
"That's it..." I yelled at him. Before he could run, I gripped the waistline of his pants and pulled them so high, they met his nose. He screeched and pointed the middle finger at me. Before I could chase him, he yelled, "Mom and dad want to see you in the kitchen!" His thudding footsteps could be heard until he left the stairs.
I groaned then looked down at myself. I was still wearing my towel!
Grumbling to myself, I looked for my sportsbra, and slipped on some gray yogapants.
-
I emerged from my room, wearing a maroon v-neck, and my gray sweatpants. I know the outfit wasn't on point, but it would have to do. I wasn't going out today, so....
And, I couldn't find my sports bra. So I wore my regular one.
"Mami! Jas said you wanted me!" I thudded down the stairs into the dining room, where my dad was staring at his hands and my mom was stirring her coffee with a....cinnamon stick?
I shouldn't ask.
Because they both looked.....worried.
"What happened? Are you okay?" I asked frantically. Dad stared at his hands, but mom met my eyes.
"Tell me, what happened that day?" Mom said, carefully.
I shrugged. "Someone spiked my drink, and I guess it was too much because I fainted."
Mom opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by dad's voice. "I've heard three damn stories different from yours. Now," he slammed his hand on the table. I was shocked when I saw tears in his eyes. "Tell me, what happened. For real."
I groaned. "Dad! I told you already! Someon--"
"Don't you dare have an attitude with me, ninita! You tell me the truth right now! Or....you're....."
I smirked at him. He couldn't think of an excuse.
Mom piped up. "Not going to get a car for your birthday!"
I glared at mom. "What?! But I've been waiting for a car for two years!"
Dad gritted his teeth. "Then tell us what really happened."
I glared at them, and I could feel my face getting hot.
"I hate you!" I yelled as I walked out of the house, slamming the door.
This, by far, was the worst day ever.
*
THIS CHAP WAS HORR-EE-BEL BUT IT BROUGHT THINGS TOGETHER.
BYE, GOTTA WATCH 'BROTHERS CONFLICT'.
I'M AN OFFICIAL ANIME OTAKU.
K. BYE.
P.S- VANESSA IS NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER. I JUST WANTED TO SHOW YOU HOW HER HAIR LOOKED LIKE.
