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Chapter 8
“Die! Why won’t you die you stupid zombie?” Pushing with all her might onto the controller, Maria tries and tries to kill the zombies on the game, but she continues to fail miserably. I gave up trying to play with her a while ago when all she managed to do was “accidently” kill me. See if I save her from the zombie apocalypse!
Her attempt at witty banter with the unresponsive screen gets a kick out of me, and eventually, she abandons the game to lay on the bed with me just giggling. That’s how we stay most of the day. Just sitting there, giggling our butts off over the stupidest stuff. I have almost forgotten that Cameron is even here until he walks into the room carrying a bowl of soup.
His presence causes the laughter to die on my lips and my blood to run cold. Even though I did the whole crying thing over him already, seeing him still really sucks, especially since he is being really sweet by trying to heal me back to health.
Without a word to either me or Maria, Cameron places the tray of food at the end of my bed and walks right back out of the room. I can feel Maria’s eyes on me, but I’m studiously ignoring her due to the fact that I have found a highly interesting string on the mattress. My ignoring her has nothing to do with the fact that I don’t want to see the pity in her eyes. No, that can’t be it!
“That’s it! I can’t take this anymore!” Maria is towering above me with her hand resting on her cocked hip. A cocked hip is never a good sign with her. It usually means that the fit is about to the shan.
“Take what?”
“This! You are feeling better right?” I nod my head slowly, slightly frightened of what those turning wheels of her are plotting.
“Good! Get up! We are going out!” Not giving me a chance to respond, she grabs my hand and throws me towards the shower, locking the door behind me. I guess this is the part where I willingly agree to be dragged to an overpopulated club filled with guys who see me as nothing other than a sex object because any girl in her right mind would willing subjugate herself to that!
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“Maria you have five more seconds of pampering before I go back to bed in defeat!” I’m sorry beautiful friend of mine, but if I have to put up with one more second of you perfecting my look, I am going to explode. After my shower, Maria blow-dried my hair and insisted that I curl it. Then, I was incapable of doing my own makeup or picking out my own clothes, so she did those things for me as well. Now, she is standing before me, making sure all the final touches are in place. I understand that she is trying to be a good friend and help me get my mind off of a certain someone, but she is about to drive me crazy with all this straightening and fixing.
“Fine! I’m done! You are the object of perfection.”
“Can we go now?” I let out a low whine and stand up. I don’t even bother looking in the mirror because I don’t care. I’m in a dress so short that my ass is in danger of falling out, and my hair and make-up is done to perfection because of Maria. Surely I look fine, or else Maria is one crappy friend which she isn’t.
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