Addicted

|| Chapter Two ||

  "In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure." 

– Bill Cosby  

 I groan as Amara pulls to towards her luxurious car, parked outside of the apartment complex. "Do we really have to go to the mall? I hate that place."

Just so you know, I had already had two morning classes today and Jackson had three. Just some extra information.

"Yes, it is nessasary to go to the mall with me." She gets in the driver's seat while I sit in the passenger's seat reluctantly.

Amara is also one of my best friends. Having beauty and sucessful parents, she could have easily been one of the most popular people in our town ( I mean, she is ), but she said she didn't want to spend time with all of those rich 'sluts' and players.

I pout when she starts her car. "I'm not going to leave this car Amara." I hear Amara groan.

"Please go Kendall, please. I hate when you're so stubborn." I shake my head. Amara thinks for a few seconds. Her face lits up.

"I know! I'll buy you food today and tomorrow after our class!" Amara exclaims, like she found a crate full of treasures.

I put my finger on my chin, thinking silently. Is it worth going to the mall and getting free food? Or not going and having to pay for food? I chose the first choice!

"Fine. You know I can never stray away from free food." I say with no enthusiasm.

"I know that I know." She smirks. "I also know that you're living with Jackson Smith. Is that true or true or is it both?" Amara changed the conversation in less than five seconds! Who does that?

I glare at Amara. How the heck did she know that? "Who told you?"

Amara told me that Matt did. That son of a gun. "When did he tell you this?" She thinks for a bit. "I think he told me at about seven in the morning with a text message."

Why the heck would Matt tell her this? I mean, it's not a big deal but...I have the right to keep things a secret right? Unless America changed...Nah, Donald Trump hasn't taken over yet.

I don't say anything, and stay silent. Amara starts the car and drives to the Towne East Mall. She looks at me and sighs when she sees that I won't talk.

We continue to drive to the mall. Once we get there, that's when she asks why I'm so angry. I stare at her. "I don't know." I admit.

Amara throws her hands up in an exasperated way. "Then let it go! I would pay, to see Jackson everyday." She grins. "Shoot, I could live with him."

"I am living with him." I sigh. "Unfortunatly." Amara's grin doesn't go away. She throws an arm around my shoulders in a friendly way, and leads me inside the gigantic mall.

"Come on, shoppping will clear your mind of boys. They're nuts anyway."

"You're nuts."

Amara grin turns even wider, yet I don't know how it could. "Thank you."

I laugh along with her. I wish everyone could be like her.

-=- One Hour Later -=-

I look at myself in the mirror. Amara walks behind me. Her jaw drops. "OH MAN!" She shrieks with pure delight. "You look fucking hot! I think I'm turning lesbian for you." 

My cheeks turn to a light shade of red in the mirror. "I hope not." Amara looks at me again.

"Nah, I'll stick with boys." She laughs. " But I bet boys would drool for you, I honestly think that."