Playing Like A Girl

We Need A Code Name

This chappie is dedicated to mythicbookgirl for replying to the tag! Sorry it's taken soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long!!
I am already working on the next dedication chapters for this book and other books, so hopefully they'll be done soon.

Ily, mwah.
Kat <3

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My night ultimately consisted of me and Brenda eating chocolate and marshmallows, sipping hot chocolates, and watching Mean Girls. It was pretty perfect.

We get up pretty early to get ready for school, thankful that it's Friday. Brenda has a drawer of clothes at my house, and has her own toothbrush and so on, so she doesn't have any trouble getting ready.

"Jems, mah babe?..." Brenda calls out in a weird accent.

"What do you want, Brenda?" I ask cautiously. If she uses 'babe' or other affectionate terms, it usually means she wants something.

"I've got my own beauty blender, but I just used up the rest of my foundation. Can I just steal a bit of yours?"

"You know you can, but isn't mine a different shade?"

"I'll mix a bit of my highlighter into it."

"Okay." I go back to choosing my outfit.

Black wedges? Yes.

Green top? Not today.

Blue blouse? Yes.

Pleated, short, back skirt? Hell yes.

Tights? No, too warm.

What about hair? I'll have a high ponytail? No. It'll give me a headache. I know, I'll braid a section up and wrap it around my crown. I think I'll curl it as well.

Brenda comes out of the bathroom, makeup done to perfection, and breaking my train of thought. "Good job, Bren. You can't even tell that you used my foundation."

"Thanks. It actually goes quite well with the highlighter. I might have to steal it more often." Brenda winks at me.

"Bish, no." I pull a duck face and Brenda snorts.

"But Jemsie, sharing is caring." Brenda pouts.

"Still a no. I'll buy you some for your birthday, in your skin tone."

At that, my sassy best friend perks up. "Kay."

I roll my eyes. "Bren, can you do that pretty crown braid thing you do? I'll curl it after, I'm just not in the mood to keep restarting the braid."

"Sure, Jemy."

Ten minutes later and my hair is braided and curled. (Brenda decided to curl it for me, and she works magic with a curling iron.)

We head downstairs to the empty kitchen and each have a bowl of cornflakes with almond milk, before heading back upstairs to clean our teeth. Once were ready and are each munching on a piece of spearmint gum, we grab our bags, which match our outfits, and walk to my car.

I analyse our outfits on our way. We're wearing green (Brenda) and blue (me), so that coordinates well, and our bags are the same coloured leather, with mine being a royal blue rather than a forest green. Brenda's outfit, like mine, suits her bag, so we're well suited in that department too.

While I have a blue blouse and black skirt and wedge heel combo, Bren has a green dress and green velvet heels. I suddenly notice her hair, after I catch sight of a green bow at the end of her enlarged fishtail.

"Liking the hair, Bren."

"Aw, thanks Jemy. You taught me how to do fishtails, remember, so, like, the whole structure behind it is because of you. Your hair at the moment is because of me though, so we're totally even." My friend flashes me a smile as we get to the car.

"Do you want to drive?" I dangle the keys to my mint Fiat tantalisingly.

Brenda perks up. "Yes, boo!" She does a little happy dance.

I laugh. "Hush now, before I change my mind."

At that, Brenda snatches my sacred keys out of my hand and literally jumps into the driver's seat. As I slide in, I chuckle.

"And she legit jumped inside." I commentate Brenda's actions teasingly. She just grins back.

"Why wouldn't I? I get to drive your baby!"

"Yeah, well, you better actually, like, drive, then, or were never going to get to school on time." I add in a duh look.

"Oh, right!" She starts the car and pulls out of the driveway and onto the road. We're cruising down the street when she looks quickly in my direction. "So, wanna go over our plan?"

"Plan?" I ask slowly.

"For playing Hunter."

"Oh, that plan. Sure."

"Wait." Brenda lifts a hand off the steering wheel in a stop sign. "We need..... a code name." She waves her held up hand with a flourish.

"Okay, so, like, a code name as in, like, a spy movie?"

Brenda gives me a look. "Nah, Jemy. Like, a code name from Horton Hears a Who." She rolls her eyes,still watching the road.

"Sarcasm is bae, but only when I'm the one using it against others. You're supposed to be my friend." I whine.

"Yeah, yeah. I've known you too long. I can steal your makeup and sarcasm tendencies whenever I damn well want." She smiles brightly. "Jokes. Now, what ideas do you have for code names?"

I laugh and role my eyes. "Wow, betch. Um, how about Code Hottie?"

"Wow, biotch. You. Are. Shipoop. At. This."

"Yeah, biotch. I noticed. How about, um, Operation Hunt?"

"Better. But it needs to be easier to bring up in crowds. Like, Code Khaki. That sounds cute and Secretive."

"I like that. What about something to do with hunting even more, like, Hunting the Hunter."

Brenda grins. "Perfect. Operation Hunting the Hunter has commenced."