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Chapter 17: Rich Kid Problems

"Jeez, you're life sucks." Gabi breathes out after I tell her everything. I don't normally go around telling people my life problems, but ever since Angie decided to ditch me, I've realized I have to tell at least one person. It's like keeping a secret that your swore not to tell but then it just eats at you so you tell someone and then they tell someone else and the BAM! Gossip travels fast. (Note for Future: NEVER tell me a secret) Gabi is like my new Angie: minus the backstabbing bitch part. It sounds kind of childish saying she's my "new Angie" but it's true. I used to tell Angie everything going on in my life, not that it was very interesting. But then she decided to sleep with the one guy who had shown interest me -- and tust me, there aren't many -- therefore making her a bitch. 

You guys probably think that I'm like one of those girls from a cliché romance who is blinded by her beauty and is insecure about herself but she is actually drop dead gorgeous and all the guys like her. Yeah... no. I seriously wish there was at least one thing I find beautiful and unique about myself, but then I'd be lying. I'm one of those people that are too skinny for their own good although I eat a lot I have no boobs along with a flat butt and unmanagable hair. My lips are a little too thick for my taste and my eyelashes don't look like they've been soaked in the holy fountain of mascara unlike the girls who have the God given gift of long, thick eyelashes

"So that guy that was waiting for you at the parking lot was Derek, right?" she questions attempting to remember. I nod my head "And it was Blake who lip-raped you, right?"

"I didn't say lip-raped!" I protest

"Fine, more like tongue-rape..." she jokes leaving me laughing my head off

"Oh my God, Gabi." I say wiping a tear of laughter away "You crack me up." her face went all straight and serious as if she were some important person or something

"There should be a law against tongue-raping." she says in a professional voice "Imagine the trial: The attacker, Blake Taylor, should be charged for 20 years in prison for shoving his tongue down Skylar Davis (the victim)'s throat against her will."

"I'M GONNA PEE!" I announce holding myself in my lady area attempting not to let a single drop drip onto the borrowed sweatpants that legally belong to Gabi. If there was a law suit about this, Gabi would be the perfect lawyer for it.

"Jesus woman, I didn't know I was that hilarious!" she says laughing a little on her own "My mom hates those sweatpants anyway though so she'd be more than happy to find an excuse to throw them away." she shrugs "She wants me to wear diamonds and shit. And silk dresses to fucking highschool parties! She complains about my make up saying it's too heavy and how she thinks my hair should be twisted into a bun to quote unquote 'Show off my facial features'" she says the quote with a snobby tone in her voice "I mean how annyoing is that? And she wants me to wear all these expensive annoying fancy things and I've just had enough, you get what I mean?"

" *cough* *cough* Rich Kid problems." I joke and Gabi laughs

"Sorry." she says actually look apologetic unlike Angie when she very rarely said the words 'I'm sorry'. It's like that girl is allergic to that word or something! "The point is, I'm not that snobby girl my mom wants to be. I don't want you to think that. I mean we've just become friends and I don't want you to think I'm a stuck-up whore like Angie or somethi--" she stops mid sentence as her hands cover her mouth in horror "Oh my God! I didn't mean it like that! I know she was you're best friend and all I didn't mean to call her a whore and--" I raise my hand out in front of me as a gesture for her to stop

"You talk to much." I say as she laughs. Jeez, Angie barely ever laughed at my jokes and the other crazy shit I did. "And what can you do to prove you aren't the snob you're mom dreams of you being?"

"Watch this." she smiles goofily taking a strip of her hair and pulling it across her face in a young-justin-bieber way. She suddenly does the worlds most gracious bieber flip of all time that she should win an award before looking at me and saying in a weird voice: "Chez burgaz." I start to crack up laughing. It's one of those moments that you actually have to live it and see it in order to find it funny. She didn't say 'cheese burgers' it actually sounded like "CHEZ-BUR-GAZ" but in some squeaky New Jersey accent.

"Alright, I believe you." I say gasping for air.

"Good, I'm happy we're friends because you seem to hate snobs just as much as I do."

"I'm happy too." I smile "lets watch a movie." I suggest. Gabi suddenly whips out a 'Mean Girls' disc from behind her adding in the ninja sound effect. "I've found my inner ninja." she says in a ying yang-ish voice. She brings her hands together as if she were parying, and crosses her legs as if she were meditating. Damn she looks like the frickn' sensei from club penguin! Except of course she's not a penguin..."We should watch this and then do Regina George immitations."

"YOU DO THAT TOO?" I exclaim. Angie hated Regina George but pretended to like the movie because everyone does. If you dont like it, you are simply a disgrace to the human race. Angie thinks that Regina's character is unrealistic and that nobody is like that in real life. Well NEWSFLASH Angie, you are Regina George's clone except bitchier and sluttier and the only big difference is that you chose some guy who tongue-raped me over me. Regina is a bitch but she isn't that bitchy.

"UM, YES!" she says in a duh tone. We run downstairs and sit on the couch as Gabi inserts the DVD into the thingy where you put the disc... AH! THE DVD PLAYER! And a clip of Karen Smith is projected onto the ginormous screen

And to be honest, this is the best sleepover I've ever gone too.

Sorry for the short chapter!