Once Upon A Slap

(1) Once Upon A Slap

**Chapter 1**

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"Please?" Rexie pleaded her case while attempting to convince me into doing something I really had no interest in. And why would I anyway? It's not like I've ever not enjoyed myself at home.

"You're a fucking pain in the ass, you know that?"

Meet Rexie Kate Williams, my obnoxious best friend. If there's one thing anybody knows about Rexie, it's that she loves to party and live her life 'on the edge,' so to speak. I'm sure you've now drawn the conclusion that at the moment, I'm being convinced to come with her to a party. A high school party thrown by head cheerleader, Arlene Odair. Cliché much? Yeah, I know. Welcome to my life.

I love parties- maybe not as much Rexie, but I do. This piece of information should lead you to the next question: Why am I saying no? Well, my only issue is the fact that Rexie already has a hot date to this party and third-wheeling is dreadful. I know what you,re thinking now: just go alone. Well, I hate going to parties alone because everybody brings dates to talk to and I would much rather not be the social reject that stands out like a sore thumb.

Despite having repeated my answer multiple times, Rexie just won't get the hint. Although, when does she? You can rarely ever get a person like her discouraged. She seems to think that her determined and perky attitude is cute but in my opinion, her act is starting to wear thin.

"Come on. Stop being such a bore for once in your life and have fun. I promise I won't force any drinks on you." Continuing to drag on the situation, Rexie grabbed me by my arm like a damn barbarian and tried pulling me out of my chair. Much to my disappointment, she was strong enough to succeed.

Why couldn't I have somebody who's actually nice to me as a best friend?

"I mean, what else are you going to do? Sleep? Come on Katie, you're 17; live it up. You never do anything fun." Another thing you need to know about my best friend is that her arguments are damn good. Sometimes, they can be a little on the hurtful side as well.

Sleeping wasn't my ideal way of spending a nice and cheery Sunday afternoon and I would rather be doing other things. In actuality, I dread sleep. Yeah, I know.

"Fine." I allowed Rexie's words to get the best of me and despite my futile attempts at blocking her voice out, she won. Like always.

"Then what the hell are we waiting for? Come on, I already have your outfit picked out." I watched Rexie's retreating figure prance down the halls and into my room.

Of course she already had my outfit chosen; she knew I wouldn't turn her down. Nearly no person turns Rexie down; she just pushes and pushes until you give in to something you and she both know, you don't want to do. But that's Rexie for you. I couldn't help but love her for that though. That certainly doesn't mean this certain attribute of hers doesn't get on my nerves from time to time. Groaning, I followed.

"Well, do you like it?" Rexie asked, her smirk proving the fact that she already knew my answer. She is a very confident individual, as you can probably tell.

"Obviously. They are my clothes, aren't they?"I answered sarcastically, but Rexie knew I was joking. That's just the way I am, really. Not all people understand that though. That's another reason why Rexie's my best friend; she just gets it.

The outfit consisted of light blue denim, extremely short shorts paired with a flowy maroon tank top shirt, purchased from American Eagle. Paired with that were my black heels, which made my legs look absolutely flawless. What? Let a girl feel confident, would you? In the makeup department, I went with smoky eye-shadow, eyeliner, mascara, pink blush and lipstick to match my shirt. I felt sexy. Isn't that exactly what any normal teenager aspires to be?