I swear, I'm not suicidal

13 : h y e n a

"Cut to the chase, Chase" I boredly said as I slouch back unto my seat. I crossed my arms on my chest and stare at him, waiting for him to reply.

"Does there have to be a reason for a friend to hangout with a friend?" He asked with a shrugged.

"Last time I checked-" I looked at my watch,"-we weren't friends" I said giving him a fake sweet smile.

He frowned at my comeback. I mentally gave myself a high five for my excellent choice of words. A smile crept on his face which made me frown. Oh man! "But I say we are so we are" he smugly said.

I scowled then glared at him. "You know, you don't have to be so controlling over me. Just ask then I'll be your friend"

He sighed. "Will you be my friend?"

I placed my hand on my chin and pretended to think even if I already knew what to say. "Nope!" I chirped.

His face hardened. "What? Do I have to sleep with you in order to be your friend like Blake?" he spat. He said Blake's name in so much disgust.

How dare him talk to me like that! Me and Blake did not have sex! Ugh! He is such an asshole! A-S-S-H-O-L-E!

I threw my water on him and he got up wiping himself. "What the fuck?!" he screeched like a spoiled rich girl just broke her nail. I could feel all the eyes on us which made me slightly uncomfortable.

"You know, you should think before calling a girl a slut. Sure girls say it to each other all the time but a boy saying to a girl?" I sarcastically laughed, "You may have just committed suicide" I whispered in his ear sweetly.

I stomped on his foot with my heels afterwards. Yes, I was wearing heels. Then poured some girl's mac n' cheese on his head. At first, the girl was confused and pissed at me for wasting her food but she looked up at the situation and she raised her hand for me to high five. I gladly slapped it.

Chase Crawford was absolutely pissed. Actually, Chase being pissed is the understatement of the year. He was more, a lot more. He might just be the cause of World War III. Seriously, he is such a drama queen. And plus, why would her want to be friends with me?

I walked away, swaying my hips for a little more sass. I like winning, a lot. Especially if I won against a fucking selfish idiotic jerk. I left the cafe, feeling victorious because of my little scene. I called Blake to pick me up from here before Chase could catch up with me. I highly doubt that though, after all, I did stomp on his foot with the heel of my heels.

Blake arrived in front of the cafe and I hopped in the passenger's seat

"What the hell happened?" He laughed. He probably knew something happened because of my mischievous grin.

"Patience young grasshopper" I said licking my lips as I rub my hands together as if I'm planning something devious. "Now drive! I can see him running this way!" I shouted pointing at Chase.

He stepped on it and drove. Once he was out of sight, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Blake looked at me with confusion and I sighed. I explained the story to him from indirectly calling me a slut to him running towards us when I got in the car. In the end, he was laughing so hysterically, he made me join him. He had to stop the car because it's "dangerous" to drive while laughing like a hyena.

When we finally sobered up from the laughing, he continued to drive all the way back to his place. I got out and went it. I barged in his place as if it were my own and plopped down on the bed. Blake chuckled and lied down beside me.

I opened my mouth to speak but my phone rang. I frowned when I saw it was Reece. If I ignore him, he would think something and track me down. If I answered him, he would start yelling at me for ignoring his past calls.