The Boyfriend Diaries

13) Go on Mark, claim your prize!-

    Chapter Thirteen: Go on Mark, claim your prize!

    “Well Mark's taking his time.” I muttered, tapping my foot impatiently as we waited on the walkway just outside of Melissa's house.

    “Does someone have the pre-date jitters?” Melissa teased, I turned to scowl at her.

    “This isn't a date and no I don't! I'm using him to get to Darren remember.” Who was I trying to convince, her or myself? For some reason I felt really bad about using Mark in this way and Melissa was only making it worse by saying:

    “It's a date to him.”

    I growled under my breath, wouldn't be the best idea to strangle her in broad daylight with witnesses everywhere. To take my mind off of it I reached up to check and make sure that the blonde wig was still in place and wasn't going to be moving anytime soon. The last thing I wanted was to be dancing in the middle of a crowd and my own hair starts doing a dance of it's own. Not the kind of attention I want at all.

    “I hope to all that is holy that he does not pick us up in that moped of his. Oh my, I would never live that down, I don't care if I'm wearing a disguise or not.”

    “What'd you mean us?” Melissa gaped at me, her eyes wide, shimmering a clear blue under the hot rays of the afternoon sun. The clouds had moved on from this morning thank god, otherwise I would have been shivering my backside off in these short dungarees with a only tank top underneath.

    “I mean us. I ain't going alone, you can believe that!”

    “Well why do I have to go?” Let the complaining commence. I shouldn't have said anything, I should have just dragged her sorry butt with me as soon as Mark arrived.

    “Because you're the bestest best friend in the whole entire world, and without your awesome support I'll just die!”

    Melissa now had her arms crossed over her stomach, her light blue sun dress fluttering in the cooling breeze with an unattractive deadpan expression slapped across her face. “I am your only friend in the world.”

    “Not true,” I retorted. “I have...Adam too. And Ryan! Although Ryan's just too manly to ever admit to his feelings against me.”

    “You do know Ryan bats for the other team, right? I mean it's not like you've never seen him and Adam sucking faces at the back of the classroom.”

    I face-palmed, literally. “Not those kind of feelings, Dumbo! Jeez-Louise, that box of coco pops really has fried your brain today.”

    Melissa frowned, as if I had just given the hardest math question in the history of the world. Then she brilliantly said, “Huh?”

    I took a deep breath in and ignored her. There really was no helping that girl sometimes, it's a wonder she's still kicking, and if she didn't have me I really didn't know where she'd be. Lets face the facts here, life without me would be boring. End of. You can all admit it, I promise it wont go to my head.

    “What's that?” Melissa asked me, staring over my shoulder. “Oh, must be a wedding going on.”

    I turned around and followed her gaze, catching a sleek, black limousine coming around the corner and cruising slowly down the street. There was a sickening feeling in the deep of my gut, I wasn't sure whether or not it was just last night's tikka masala that was making a come back or whether my inner self knew exactly what was happening even before I did.

    The limo was moving too slow, I didn't like it and I started to panic.

    “Oh, god, it's Mark.”