Hot Coffee, Cold Hands

Chapter 5 ♡

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I flicked mindlessly through the various rows of clothes as I tried to find something that took my fancy. I didn't realise shopping could be so damn hard.

"You chosen anything yet Indie?" Holly called from the changing room.

"Nope." I said back. To be fair, I wasn't exactly setting my mind to the task at hand. I'm sure if I was in the mood, I'd have a bunch of items hung off my arm. Like Holly had. That girl could shop until she literally dropped dead.

We'd come to the mall on Holly's request, as she'd claimed that she needed some more 'hot' clothes. I had reluctantly agreed, again, wanting to get out of my parent's way. For some reason I just wasn't in the shopping mood, which was odd when usually myself and Holly would emerge from every store with multiple bags on our arms.

It had been several days since Saturday and my meeting with the Marten family. Safe to say, my parents weren't too pleased with me for the way I had behaved. Apparently I was 'bland' and 'disrespectful' to them. I'd held my tongue upon hearing this. Trying to argue with them would be like attempting to summon the devil himself. So of course, I had just kept quiet, and mumbled a half hearted "sorry" to them when they'd finished ranting.

Holly's voice brought me back to reality and out of my thoughts. "Hey Indie, what do you think of this?"

I trudged back to the changing rooms, where my best friend stood, clad in a purple dress. It came to the middle of her thighs, with thin straps, showing off her figure.

Holly was undeniably lucky. She had shoulder length blonde hair that always seemed to co-operate with her, no matter how she styled it. She was naturally pale skinned and unblemished, which gave her the porcelain doll look. Her eyes were big, brown, and doe-like. She was an inch smaller than me, but it was safe to say she had twice the amount of fierceness.

I analysed her, tilting my head and scrunching my nose up. "It's a bit...slutty?"

Holly beamed at my reaction, "Good!"

"That's what I'm aiming for here!" She continued. "Next time there's a party, I'll show up looking sexy as hell, then Daniel will regret ever leaving me for that red-haired bitch."

Daniel was Holly's boyfriend for a year, who dumped her over text for a walking Barbie doll called Kelly. I was sleeping over at Holly's house when it happened. She had known for a while that their relationship was rocky, but as they had been together for so long, she presumed that they were fine, and they were just going over a rough patch.

Unfortunately that wasn't the case, as I had to watch her face crumple as she re-read the breakup text over and over.

'We're done Hol, sorry. Wasn't working like it used 2. Met someone else.'

Yeah, that was the break up text Daniel sent to her. How charming.

I had been utterly furious, all set to go round to his house and punch his lights out for breaking my best friend's heart. That's the unspoken rule; you mess with Holly, you mess with me. And vice versa.

That had been a month or so ago, and although she's definitely had her fair share of bad days where she didn't get out of bed and just sat eating Nutella from the jar, I knew that she was over him. My best friend deserved so much better.