Kesta's Mate

Chapter 1: Friends trouble

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I'm sitting with my favorite cat in my lap listening to my friend talk about her boyfriend Steve.

"He dumped me for this girl he found in the street, that he said he loved, but Kesta, he cheated on me and now it feels like my hearts pumping faster than a cheeta running." Avail said in a hurt tone with tears in her eyes.

I hated seeing her like this because it doesn't just hurt her, it hurts me too.

"Avail you should just calm down and find someone better because you deserve the absolute best. And if he doesn't see that, he deserves that no good slut he's with now." I say to her to cheer her up. It works and she smiles that big grin that gets all of the guys to love her.

We both went to the same school. And we were both seniors in Falls High. She was the pretty one that got all of the girls and I was the gamer girl that was a night owl and and always ate more than she weighed. We were friends since we could speak and when my mom lost my dad she went to Avails' mom to talk to her about it. It was always Avails mom, my mom, Avail, and me. We were the four that always stood together though thick and thin.

I got to thinking to myself and then decided I knew exactly what she needed. "I got it! We are going to go clubing tonight. We are going to shake it until we can't anymore. What do u say?"

"I say you're the best friend I could ask for! Oh! But what will I wear?" She says excitedly

"Go through your closet because you have a whole store it there." I say to try to help her out, since I don't want to end up going to the store. That's what she does, she goes from store to store just to find one outfit, even if it is just for pajama day at school.

So she finds what she is wearing for tonight and I go through her closet because I don't want to go home to look for anything because I live all the way across town and she has better clothes anyways.
I find a pair of ripped jeans that shows every curve and a crop top that shows enough for me to be noticed. I don't have a model body but mine is good enough for me. I have curves but I hardly ever show them off but this is a special occasion just for Avail and she deserves a fun night out. Avail is wearing a black pair of designer jeans that make her look dangerous and a top that showed more than I would be comfortable with if I was in that. Her long blond hair goes perfect in it and my brown hair just looks like, normal. I'm used to my hair and there isn't much to be proud of since its just me.
After we get done getting dressed and ready we are out the door.