All Lovely Bates expected was a quiet outing in the park. Perhaps a little bird watching or an afternoon spent outdoors with her journal.
But as the day comes to an end, an annoying and aggravatingly attractive college student butts into her persona...
(A/N: I'd like to dedicate this chapter to @ohabigail for the beautiful banner below. I can't thank my sister enough so shout out to her. She makes amazing covers and writes fantastic stories so you should check those out. Alright, enjoy!)
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Pastel |pa'stel| noun; a crayon made of powdered pigments bound with gum or resin.
*a work of art created using pastels: a pastel entitled "Girl Braided Her Hair."–New Oxford American Dictionary.
Chapter twelve; pastel
Tuesday passed as duly as expected when you have exactly one – no two friends to count.
The first was forced to go with her parents on some business but not business meeting with a bunch of other rich parents and their pompous children. It's business because they all pretend to be friends having a friendly pool party with drinks and conversations all while they're trying to get each other to "get on the train" and "be smart. This is a great business venture." And it's not business because they're all in swimsuits and sunhats instead of blazers and uncomfortably tight skirts and pants.
The second friend only hangs out with me when they need help with something they're getting a grade on.
So imagine my relief when on Wednesday afternoon, Lila texts and demands that we hang out and claiming that she's going through best friend withdrawals .
She hasn't enlightened me on any of the details of progress she's having with Ray but I guess that's fair.
"Okay so there's something I need to tell you." The first words Lila speaks as she marches through my door with a large banana pepper and pepperoni pizza, along with a large bottle of soda, and two strawberry milkshakes. So, in other words, I love my best friend.
"Oh? And what's that?" I ask, taking a milkshake from her and take a sip before helping her to the living room. We set the pizza onto the coffee table and she sags down onto one of the couches with a relaxed sigh.
"Well, you know how yesterday my parents made me go to that horribly boring escapade them and their snobby friends call a pool party?" She begins before opening the box and picking out a slice. The smell wafts over to me causing my stomach to growl. With a lick of my lips I reach into the box for my own piece of heaven.
"What happened? Was that Gerald Hinkey guy wearing a speedo again?" I ask with a small laugh, thinking about to when Lila was practically hysteric over the fact that a seventy year old man thought it would be a good idea to scar a sixteen year old girl for life.
She shivers in disgust and shakes her head violently. "No nothing like that thank the Lord. It's actually something good."
