The Guy Who Called Me An A-class Bitch

Chapter 6 - Were You Checking Me Out?

I felt annoyed.

Just so annoyed. I felt like breaking the vase which was in front of me. I felt like tearing the beautiful curtain sheets hanging by the window beside me. I could also literally feel the fumes coming out of my ears, even though it's not scientifically possible.

"Come on, let's get you ready," A very tired looking Cass spoke in a dull voice.

She looked like a mess. Wait, let me correct that, she was a mess. Her hair was sticking out in all the directions known to man. She looked like she had aged from 20 to 40 in a matter of a few hours. Her breaths were coming out short and heavy, like she had just finished a marathon.

I may or may not have done that to her.

Fine, I admit I did that to her.

Ever since Asher announced the football match and left very quickly and mysteriously, I've been trying to escape from Cass, who as a matter of fact wanted to dress me up like a doll with make up and high heels.

You see, as I really don't have much money left to go and enjoy, so I never really had the need for make up. You don't exactly need to dress up for going to the hospital for giving guidance to people. I mean, sure I used to put on a lot of make up back when I was 16. But things had changed since then, I had responsibilities and a job to maintain now. Trust me, if I could I would bring back the old Jess. But she's long gone and isn't planning to come back anytime soon.

I didn't have any problems with applying make up, it's just that it's been so long. I don't think I even have it in me now.

Anyways, after Asher left, Cass announced that she'll be giving me a makeover. I ran towards my room to lock myself in that sweet piece of heaven but she must have seen what I was planning on and before I could reach out for the silver door handle of my room, she pulled my other hand back. Then, I took the closest thing I could find, which happened to be a pillow and hit her on her face. Not too soon after, she too got a pillow too and a pillow fight had began. All of this went on for a few hours at most.

Soon, she realised that I won't be giving up anytime soon so she went to the kitchen. I was a little confused at first, like what's in the kitchen? Food fight maybe? But none of use were interested in wasting food.

Then I saw her coming out. With a knife. In her right hand. With a murderous look.

Advice : When you see a person, your friend or not, having all the features listed above, then don't just stand there gaping like a fish. Instead, run and do not look back.

I gulped as she stared right at me. I didn't move from my position, feeling slightly scared.

"You-you w-wouldn't k-kill your best friend, w-would y-y-you?" I stammered. If your best friend did so, then you'd too be scared shitless.

"I will if I have to. I've had enough," she said, confidently as she pointed the knife at me. Let me remind you that murderous look never left her eyes.

This was another side of Cass, the psychopath one. 

And that's how I ended up sitting her room, locked with her I must add.

"I don't want to." I whined, like a little bratty kid.

"Aren't there many things we don't want to do but we have to do them? This is one of them," she said, giving me a stern momma look.