The Substitute Actress [Slowly Editing]

Chapter 5

White one... or red one? Or how about a yellow one? That’ll do! No... No... How about blue... or pink?

I bit my lower lip, thinking of a nice shirt to wear. I’ve been arguing with myself for over half an hour on what I should wear. My legs are cramping from standing up in front of my cabinet for that long, and I still had no clue. I sighed and sat on my bouncy blue bed.

Stephen’s going to pick me up in an hour, and I need to make a good impression on him if I don’t want to scare him away. This is the first time I’m going to spend a thirty-minute drive with him and I definitely don’t want to look ugly during that time.

Why do you even care?! He got himself a gorgeous girlfriend to check out and you’re nothing compared to her! Besides, that GIRL happens to be your best friend. You’ve got to stop thinking about him if you want your friendship to last.

I buried my face on my favourite blue pillow Dylan gave me on our 13th friendship anniversary. It has the same shade as his eyes and had a picture of us in the middle during our freshmen year. I laughed at how silly I looked at the picture and how hot my best friend looked. You would never suspect we’re best buds by just looking at us; we’re from two totally different cliques and he’s a god while I’m not. He always told me never to let those things get into my head, but I can’t! High school’s got me too conscious and people have been against our friendship for three years now and thought of a lot of things to separate the two of us!

I stood up lazily and took a good look of myself at my mirror. I’m not drop-dead-gorgeous and not even close. I’m all right... I guess. I have long brown hair that fell just below my chest, a pair of light brown eyes, broad shoulders, not that huge of a chest, curves, long legs, and pale complexion. I have a slim body, but it’s no Kate and Caroline’s; theirs are truly model types.

I sigh depressingly and went back to my cabinet and took out a white shirt with a huge print on its front that says ‘I’m with hottie’ and an arrow below it that points to the right. Dylan gave it to me on our last anniversary and at the same time, coincidentally, I gave him a white shirt that says ‘I’m with geek’ and had an arrow below it that points to the left. We laughed at how alike we think. I took out a pair of jeans and slip on my beige converse shoes. I wore my black, square glasses and took my black hoodie and left my room. I went downstairs and took a seat on the couch and let time fly.

How will I take it if Dylan’s doing something behind my back that will surely tear me apart? What will I do? Will I be able to forgive him for what he did?

I know you think I’m being over reactive about him lying to me; and it’s too simple to get mad at. I just can’t stand liars, it is how nature works! And even to think that he’s my best friend and I trust him with all my life; it’s just too much!

Tired from thinking, I slowly closed my eyes and tried to sleep it off. And in minutes, I fell asleep.

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“And when I finally get you I’ll probably want somebody else… Ain’t that the way it goes!” I heard a faint sound and it slowly woke me up. As I opened my eyes, the sound got clearer until I realized it was really loud and was blasting off the speakers. I groaned as tried to sit up and stretch. I snapped when my hands hit a ceiling and my eyes widened when I recognized where I was. The familiar smell of sweet vanilla and cinnamon made my heart skip a beat and my stomach twist; I thought I was going to be sick! I stared at the windshield with my eyes wide open and my breath intake short.

“You really love to sleep, don’t you?” A familiar husky voice teased.

I slowly turned to the driver’s seat direction and bit my lip. I stared at him, still with my eyes wide open, and nodded. He chuckled but never took his eye off the road. I stared back at the windshield and leaned back, feeling the warm leather hit my slightly cold hoodie. I swallowed nervously and tightly gripped the leather seat. I tried to squeeze myself to the other side of the car and distracted myself by looking out the window. It was no use; the silence was slowly choking me!