2: The Bad Boy's (ex) Best Friend
"Sabrina!! Over here!!" I hear my friends calling for me and catch them waving, and head on over.
"You didn't have to call me, we sit in the same spot every day!" I exclaim.
"Yes, yes, but omigod you're never gonna believe this!!" my friend Lacey exclaims.
"What?" I ask, slightly bored, as Lacey tends to get over excited over the simplest little things.
"Hunter and Elizabeth broke up!! I have my chance!!"
"Whooo. Go get em." I deadpan. Hunter and Elizabeth have had an on/off relationship, and Lacey's had the biggest crush on Hunter since freshman year. I honestly don't get it, he's the world's biggest douche, but hey, it's her love life!
"And you know about Valerie's party this weekend right? You going?"
"Yup. I don't know, I was gonna ask you first."
"We're totally going!! It's supposed to be amazing!! You gotta go Bri!!!"
"Okay, I got nothing better to do. What time?"
"I'll pick you up at 6. Sound good?"
"See ya then!" I say as the bell rings. I don't particularly want to go, but I want to try and get out a little. Haven't been out in a while and need to get a bit in the social scene. I don't care much about popularity, but I'd like to be a little on the map. So here goes.
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I get home and collapse on my bed. Then I pull out my phone and check everything. Nothing new. Per usual. I decide to get some of my homework out of the way, so I set a timer for 5 so I can start getting ready then, and then get on with it.
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"Beep! Beep! Beep!" my timer goes off. I shove my homework out of the way, glad it's done. They went easy on us this weekend, thank god. I hop in the shower, belting out some tunes. Shower singer and proud of it! I get out and dry my hair a bit, then get to work in my closet. To Write Love On Her Arms tee with a cut up back, black bandeau underneath, black studded shorts, a long necklace and some bangles later my outfit is complete. I decide to just let my hair go au natural, which is wavy, blackish-brown, and thick, and just spray some texturizing spray and scrunch for beach waves. I think my outfit says "not trying too hard". Hmmm. For makeup - light smoky eye, bronzer, chapstick. Done, done, done. Easy. I hear a horn honk and run downstairs. Here goes nothing.
