Taking His Dare

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

At the end of the school day, I met Marisol at her car. She jumped in, blasted Taylor Swift instead of the heat, and drove away.

When we got to the vintage store, Marisol parked at the curb. The sign above the door said Mirage in swirly, bright letters. There was definitely a vintage feel, which continued to the inside. The store was cluttered, to put it nicely, but I could tell there was a good selection from looking at the racks of clothing and shoes and accessories.

Marisol immediately ran over to the shoes, picking up a pair of bright pink pumps. I went to the tee shirt section, and started looking through them. As I pulled out a cute shirt, the door opened and Kindsey walked in with her BFF, Hannah. They were talking about a party, which I assumed to be Rut’s. And no, I wasn’t eavesdropping; they just have unnaturally loud inside voices. Kindsey Hamilton and Hannah Farmer were your typical popular girls that you’d see in every chick flick or rom com out there. They weren’t mean, exactly, just… snobbish. Rut had a thing, for both of them, which I find very disturbing; I became scarred for life when he mentioned something along those lines to me.

Anyway, when they walked over to the clothes, they spotted me. Kindsey waved and Hannah smiled, and they both walked over to me. Marisol was oblivious, still looking at shoes. 

“Hi, Dizzy,” Kindsey said. She looked at the shirt in my hands and said, “Oh, honey, put that back.”

I kept the shirt in my hands, definitely going to buy it now. “Hi Kindsey, Hannah. And I happen to like this shirt, thank you very much.”

Kindsey gave me a pitying look. “Oh, honey,” how many times can she say oh, honey in two minutes? “It’s a nice shirt, but if you’re shopping for a party, especially if you’re shopping for Rut’s party, that will just not do.”

“I’m not shopping for his party. I’m just shopping.”

She sent a look towards Marisol. “It doesn’t look like that’s what your friend is doing. Hey, Mari! Come over here!”

Marisol’s head shot up, and when she saw who was calling her over, she put the shoe box under her arm and practically skipped over. Marisol never understood why I never liked people like Kindsey or Hannah; they were always nice to her in brief encounters. In some weird way, Kindsey and Hannah saw me as a threat. I was close to Rut, and yeah, I would do anything for him, but it was like how I would do anything for my brothers (apart from Jake; he can get off his ass and do things himself). They wanted Rut for themselves and thought he would marry one of them (I’d imagine Rut being a terrible husband or boyfriend, though. I’d probably kill myself if I had to live with him 24/7…or just move out.), but have yet to see why Rut keeps them around. 

What Kindsey just said registered in my head. “Hey, her name’s not Mari!”

“It’s a nickname,” Hannah said, giving me a duh look. Since when were they good enough friends to be giving each other nicknames?

“Hi!” Marisol said upon arriving.

“Hi, Mari. Are you here to buy an outfit for Rut’s party?” Okay, now that was just cruel. Kindsey and Hannah both know Marisol usually doesn’t get ‘invited’ to parties (Rut’s excluded; his parties were free-for-alls), even though she was this time. Needless to say, I felt smug when they had slightly surprised expressions when Marisol said yes.

“Oh,” Hannah replied, in a tone one would expect a Real Housewife to use. “I wasn’t aware you went to those things.

“Oh I usually don’t go. This will be my first,” Marisol said back sweetly. She was either using a fake nice tone or was being sincere, I couldn’t tell.