Don't be Chicken (on hold)

Six; Green envy

That morning I smiled a large smile that no way  helped block out the red circles under my eyes.  But I felt amazing.

For some reason it felt good to let out all my frustration in tears. Since I broke up with Carson I felt nothing but regular, but now I felt relief. Knowing that I wouldn't have to deal with him any longer made it easier to breathe and smile. I enjoyed it, I just wish I would've realized that a long time ago.

I was unbelievable tired. I slipped on my slippers and trudged down the hallway towards Dusty's room. The boards creaked under my footsteps but I just wanted to make sure she got home alright. I peaked inside, afraid that she was busy or still sleeping - I did not want to wake her. With my luck she was wide awake with her palm rested on her forehead, She was silently cursing under her breath. The side affects only led to one thing; A hangover.

"How was your party?" I whispered, I was trying to create small talk. I mostly just wanted to be friends with Dusty. After all these years of living sister-less I thought a cousin would be nice.

"Urg- Awful" She announced. She grimaced and pounded her forehead with her palm.

"Want any water?" I asked. I read online somewhere that drinking lots of water can get rid of hangovers, and it helps prevent dehydration - obviously.

"No. I just need to sleep some more. I need to talk to you once I get up though" She groaned while leaning back in her cushiony pillows. I left her room to let her sleep and went downstairs to breakfast.

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Breakfast consisted of Green eggs and ham - the idea came from Victor who insisted that they were the best breakfast food ever. I personally enjoyed waffles better with fresh fruit thrown on the top.

Afterwards I trudged up to my room to see if Dusty was awake yet. I was actually excited to see what she had to tell me. Secrets were never something people threw around lightly at my house - Obviously the divorce wasn't a secret but it was something I was trying to avoid. Noah was right when he said that yesterday, even if it brought tears to my eyes it was something I needed to hear.

Dusty was sitting on my bed when I entered, her face looked mildly refreshed and her hair was curled in mini ringlets. She took time to apply makeup which consisted of winged eyeliner and light pink eyeshadow with glitter on her tear glands. It didn't look like she was recovering from a hangover at all, Instead Dusty looked gorgeous. She looked like a Barbie almost except she had more curves and a rounder face.

"I need your help" Dusty exclaimed while patting the seat next to her. She didn't have a urgent expression on her face, more of a smug one that made me very erie of the whole situation. I sat down next to her anyway. "So I went to that party last night and I kissed this guy, I figured out that I'm tired of being the school slut. I just want to focus on getting one guy instead of the whole boy pack" She said. Her lips were in a straight line and I could instantly tell she was being genuinely serious. 

                "Well that's good! It might be hard to sway that reputation but I believe you can do it. Who's the lucky guy?" I asked unable to contain my curiosity. Plus, what did she need my help for?

She sighed. "That's the thing. He's very hard to win over" She said slowly. She clenched her teeth and looked at me with big eyes.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Noah." She said. I wanted to say something. I wanted to say something. I wanted to make up an excuse that he was already taken, Of course I only wanted to say that so she'd back up. She continued to talk anyway while she totally avoided my disproved face. "Noah's been working here since I was 15. I've tried to flirt. I've tried to act dumb. But there's one thing I haven't tried and I need your help to do it" She finished. Her excitement was over the roof with her overjoyed smile. However, I wasn't happy AT ALL.

Earlier I had said that I didn't have a chance with Noah. I knew that, but the more I talked to him the more my hope grew. After we cleaned stalls together my hope increased by 60 degrees. It's stupid, but that's how I react with boys.  I hate it. I get my hopes up to as high as they can go - Then I figure out they're dating someone or they're talking to my best friend. 

  "What haven't you tried?" I asked trying to seem generally interested.  She launched into her story like a rocket launches into space.

       "Tori and I were talking about it the other day and she gave me this country outfit. She said if I wore it then I would defiantly win him over and lead him to bed" Dusty remarked. She winked at me then stood up and waved her finger. "Come on, I'll show you"  She exited the room and I followed, I strongly disagreed with her plan - I couldn't even imagine what kind of outfit she meant. I soon found out.

Dusty wore jean shorts that were defiantly way higher than finger-tip length and a Black cami under a flannel shirt that showed her stomach. Her cleverage was showing so much that it made me cringe. 

              "I was gonna try this earlier but I didn't know all the tricks I know now like shoving toilet paper in your bra" She chuckled.  I cringed in disgust and perhaps a tiny bit of jealousy.

I'm not going to lie, Seeing her in that outfit made me turn green. Just knowing that she was gonna strut her stuff in front of Noah made my stomach churn with green liquid. Dusty was beautiful - the toilet paper in her bra could fool any man into thinking her boobs were the size of bowling balls. She had this smile about her that made her that much more persuasive. 

"How am I suppose to help?" I asked.

        "Do my chores while we're out there. I can't risk getting messy while I'm suppose to appear sexy" She remarked with a obvious grin.  My frown fell to a scowl. To say I was mad was an understatement. I was more than mad. Furious. I already did her chores from the goodness of my heart yesterday - Now, I wasn't so willing. Now that I thought about it, Dusty didn't even say thank you.

"Fine" I growled. Dusty didn't seem to notice, that or she didn't care. Once again, I wanted to avoid her bad side if all possible.

As we trudged down the stairs my stomach started to churn. Dusty was jumping up and down eagerly. When she said she wanted to get rid of her 'slutty reputation' I thought she meant getting rid of it in all aspects of her life. I didn't realize she was talking just about school.  Noah was smart enough to avoid her, he surely wouldn't allow Dusty to have that much power over him. I was almost sure of it.

If Carson were here he would drop to his knees at the sight of Dusty's fake boobs. I know Carson and Noah isn't a reliable comparison - plus Noah is at least 2 years older which means he's more matured than teenage Carson. I couldn't say for sure. I wanted to barf as we made our way out the door, my head started to hurt and it began to feel like I was the one with the hangover.

My face started to heat up and my teeth started to chatter. I really wanted to back out of this, but I couldn't. I just prayed that Dusty would fall and break her leg, or maybe she would fall in the pile of horse crap. As mean as that sounds - I think that's the only thing that could make my day great again.

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