A cLiChÈ lOvE sToRy

8 - YoUr GrAnDmOtHeR bEtTeR hAvE dIeD

The car ride with Oscar was almost as annoying as Oscar himself.

"So you do biology huh?" he asked.

"What makes you assume that?" I shot back at him.

"You smell like dead frog." he calmly stated.

"oh."

"I guess that's a yes then."

"Mmhmm."

"do you like cheese?" he piped up.

"What do you want to do with this conversation you keep startig? What is your aim for this?" I groaned, tired of hearing him speak.

"Hey, I'm just trying to lighten the mood." he laughed, "One day, you'll answer that question. Why are you so pissed anyways?"

"Because my father is unemployed."

"And he will be re-employed soon. Just wait."

"When? I've done so much for you and I get nothing in return."

"Oh, is this about the test papers?"

"I feel like a monster."

"Chris Omaha is fine darling. He's a lot stronger than you think."

"I don't know about that."

"Okay, your father will be re-employed if you attend a party I'm hosting on Saturday." he smiled.

"Why do you need me to attend it?" I frowned.

"Because that's when this-" he brought out the flash drive with Flaca's end on it "-is going viral."

"You truly are a character, Oscar Bdight." I smirked.

"I know I am."

His cell rang. He picked it up and put it on speaker.

"Oscar!" Flaca's high pitched squeal came through the phone.

"Hello Flaca."

"Well thanks for being happy to hear me." 

"What do you want?" Oscar sighed.

"Nothing. I just wanted to tell you something. Remember that weird ass girl that you loved to talk about for some odd reason? What's her face... roadkill?"

"Yeah?" Oscar glanced at me. "Why?"

"Well I put green slime in her locker so when she opens it on Monday, it would have dried up and her locker would be jammed. How cool it that?"

"Been done a million times before. Be original. And clean out her locker." Oscar hung up.

"Change of plans." I spoke, fuming. "I will be the one to air that tape at your party tomorrow. count on it."

"Oooh Aber, getting feisty." he pulled up to my house.

"Thanks for the ride, and the motivation." I got out. "So you talk about me huh-" by the time I had sup around, he had already zoomed off.

Before I laid my hand on the doorknob, my mother opened the door and yanked me inside.

"Aberdeen Jatoar, this is the second time you are being driven home in a red Ferrari. What's going on?"

"Nothing - My friend is just rich."

"When did you start hanging out with that crowd? Is it because of your father's unemployment? I hope you aren't borrowing money. It's hard for all of us Aberdeen - we don't want to lose you too." My mother ranted.

"I'm fine mom." I smiled. "Really."

"Okay honey - " she pushed my hair back. "I'm here for you - always remember that."

"Oh my gosh when are you going to stop treating me like a kid?"

My mother stepped back as if just meeting me for the first time.

"When you start acting like one."

"You're so bloody annoying!" I yelled at her.

"Don't use that language with me you spoilt brat!" she yelled back at me.

I groaned loudly and ran up to my room, slamming the door. I was trying to help my dad become employed again and she was chewing me out for it. Everything I had ever done was for my parents and if I told them, they would make me stop or claim that I had not been forced.

I pushed my face into my pillow and yelled out all my frustration. My phone chirped. Amanda had texted me:

<< Get Together tomorrow, Saturday >>

She had sent. I threw my phone across my room and yelled uncannily into my pillow.

~*~

Sisters before misters. That was the saying. But I think 'my-dad's-job before 'sisters-get-together' beat that saying.

This morning, I had texted Amanda back to tell her that I couldn't make it and she still hadn't gotten back to me yet. I looked at the red sleeveless dress that lay gorgeously on my bed and sighed. I had opted for wearing high waisted jeans and a crop top but, of course, Oscar had sent me a dress for my special day. It was a red sleeveless open neck dress that stopped a good four inches above my knees and had a silver belt for some odd reason. He had also sent silver studded ankle high heeled boots to go with the outfit. I was a little freaked out that he knew my size for clothes and shoes - but it was also cute in a weird way.

My phone rang.

"Hello." I spoke, not even bothering to check the caller ID.

"What do you mean by you can't get to the get together?" Amanda's shrill voice cut through the phone..

"I can explain."

"Your grandmother better have died."

"I have to go to Oscar Bdight's party."

"Wha- you're blowing us off for a party?? It's sisters before misters you whore!"

"I know and I'm sorry but he's holding my dad's job hostage."

"Your dad's job?"

"My dad used to work for Oscar's dad before Oscar got him fired. He is going to get my dad his job back if I help him."

"Why didn't you tell me your dad got fired?"

"It must have slipped my mind, and besides, I didn't want you taking pity on me."

"You never tell me anything anymore." she whined.

"I said I'm sorry - stop acting like a child." I suddenly snapped.

There was a silence and then she hung up on me. I sighed.

<< I'm sorry. I'm PMSing >>

I texted her.

I sighed and threw myself on my bed, groaning into my pillow. What was wrong with me? Oscar Bdight was turning me into something I didn't want to become. I pulled on the dress and stared at myself in the mirror.

I looked like one of Flaca's minions - also known as a hoe. I threw on a pair of black leggings underneath the dress and I felt more confident.

Confidence was what I needed to bring down a Queen B with a six foot tall ego.

Oscar's horn blared.

I picked up my phone and ejected my flash from my laptop and threw it in my purse.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was ready.

It was time.

Goodbye Flaca Dains.