Ask Me Anything

Chapter 6

"Where the hell were you for that long?" Carrie asked, snatching the grocery bag out of my hand and running to the bathroom before I could answer. 

"You're welcome!" I shouted after her, carrying the ice cream into the kitchen. I ended up getting three different flavors. It was up to them to pick one. 

"Oh, ice cream," Abby said as I took them out of the bag and put them in the freezer. 

"Yeah," I said. "I think we're all going to need some of this if Mother Nature is going to be kicking Carrie in the uterus this week." 

She held her fork in the air in agreement as she finished the leftover pasta from the fridge. "How was work?" I asked. 

She shrugged. "It was alright," she replied nonchalantly. "It was pretty busy. Plus, I saw Heather Moore from high school come in, which pretty much ruined it for me." 

"Ew, God no," I muttered in response. 

Heather Moore was one of those girls that couldn't figure out where she fit in socially in school, so she drifted around to different friend groups. You would kind of feel bad for her because everyone struggles to find their place. The problem with Heather was that she was slightly racist, slightly homophobic, and so overdramatic that she wanted whichever group of people she hung out with to listen to her constant stream of problems. We were not that group of people, so she didn't stick with us for too long. But she always seemed to carry drama everywhere she went, so we all made a pact to ignore her. 

"Why? Is she here with her family or something?" Kylie asked, coming back into the kitchen. 

Abby turned to her, flashing her a frustrated look. "Yeah, Kylie, I went up to her and asked what she was doing here because I care that much and I'm just that kind of person. You got it." 

Kylie laughed. "I was just asking!" she said. "I don't want to have to run into her either." 

"Yeah, me neither," I said, taking at a seat on one of the stools by the counter. "The last thing we want is to invite that kind of crazy back into our lives."

We heard a flush and then Carrie returned to the kitchen, looking much better than she had before I went to the store. 

"Better?" Kylie asked her. Carrie nodded. 

"Much," she replied. Then, she turned back to me. "Seriously, what took you so long?" 

I sighed and relayed the entire exchange between myself and Sam that happened and then added when Lucas came in.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Carrie said. "You need to calm yourself, my friend. I know I said this summer was about having fun, but my God, you're fooling around with three different guys!" 

"I am NOT!" I shot back. "Christian and I are dating, that's it. I didn't know Sam until about 45 minutes ago, and the only use he has is for creeping me out. And Lucas," I hesitated, "didn't make a move when he had a chance."

"Well, in his defense, you did have his number, but never did anything with it," Abby said, dropping her fork in the now empty bowl and putting it in the sink. 

"Which I could have done something with had Kylie not thrown away the bag with the receipt in it," I said, rolling my eyes and shooting a glance her way. 

Kylie just shrugged. "I plead ignorance," she answered simply. 

"Tell me one time where you didn't plead ignorance," Abby said to her, laughing. 

"Ha ha, very funny," she mockingly said back. 

Carrie put her hand on my shoulder. "You know I was just kidding, right?"