So terrible_terra_99 actually wrote this chapter before I did, so go her. XD I don't know why, but I love her and she is amazing and the best best friend in the entire world.
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Ugghh, why does it have to be light out? I'm trying to sleep..... I know I should be up excersizing or something, but I don't care. At least I'm not eating. Just as my mind begins to drift back into the wonderfulness that is sleep, my phone rings shrilly from the space on my bed beside me.
"Hey?" I say, my voice thick with sleep.
"Get in loser, we're going shipping." I can tell that Terra is laughing behind her words. "Ice cream is included in this." I laugh and get up as she tells me that she is in my driveway.
Quickly, I get dressed. Is it warm enough for a skirt? I shrug to myself and pull on my favorite black mini-skirt and ripped black thigh-highs. I just put on a light blue shirt with winged long sleeves I find on the floor overtop my tank that I slept in instead of new clothes. I hop down the stairs as I pull on my heeled combat boots, calling out to Ray to tell Mom that I'm going out.
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"Ice cream is weird." Terra says from across the slightly sticky food court table at the mall.
"Uh...Okay..." I give her one of my 'you are positively crazy' looks and lick my rasberry cheesecake cone.
"I mean, it's just really cold cream and sugar. When you think about it." She examines her ice cream before eating it.
"Yeah, I guess...."
"But how do they make the flavors?" I shrug, though I actually know the answer.
"Magic!" I say, smiling and leaning forward.
"Yeah! It's totally magic!" Terra laughs, her eyes crinkling at the edges in that adorable way that they do.
"Totally."
"Man, you know we've been friends for 3 years! I mean, we were just freshman singing Don' t Stop Beliveing and Sexyback down the halls. Now look at us. We are juniors singing Don't Stop Believing and Sexyback down the halls." Terra smiles as she says this, and I laugh in agreement.
"Hey Terra." I say.
"What?"
"Okay?"
"Okay."
"FEELS!" We both scream simultaneously, scaring two little old ladies passing by a couple of tables away.
"Okay, so confession. But you have to promise not to get mad." Terra says, whispering and setting her elbows on the table.
"Okay..."
"Pinky promise?" Terra holds out her pinky to me and I take it.
"Pinky promise."
"I danced with Carter at the April Fool's Bash." She says this really quickly, obviously trying to get it over with fast.
"You what?" My eyes widen and I lean closer to her.
"Ehh... Yeah. And he hasn't talked to me since. So meh..."
"You've been cutting." It isn't a question, I already knew the answer. I can always tell. I should have said something sooner. "See, you're just a bitch. You can't even protect your best friend from herself. Stupid whore. Just die already."
I do my best to ignore myself. I've named her Night, the little me inside my head. "Wow, you're soooo clever."
"Yeah..." Terra mumbles.
"Jesus Christ, Terra. He's an asshole. He probably just danced with you to make you feel special for two seconds, and then make you feel like a piece of shit after." There is no one I hate more than Carter but myself.
Terra mumbles yeah again, and I order her to give me every last detail of what happened. "Okay well. You said you were gonna head home. And I was gonna too. But I remembered I promised Carter one dance. So I went to go find him. When I did, I said I owed him a dance. He grabbed my waist and swayed me back and forth. I smiled a little swaying. And I actually had fun. And I ended up talking to him for a while. And we talked until about 3 am. That's when we both decided to head home. He said to text him. And I did a couple days ago, but he still hasn't said anything. And he hasn't talked to me since the party. And so I cut, and I found a pack of my mom's cigarettes and thought about smoking. And it wasn't a half bad idea actually. I didn't smoke though."
"Terra. One, Carter is still the same ass he was in 9th and that's not gonna change. Two, I'm glad you had fun. But it just wasn't with the right guy. Three, he's an ass. Four, he's an ass. Five, he's an ass. Six, don't smoke, you and I both have seen what happens when you smoke from our moms. And seven, he's an ass." I said. "Now shut up, eat your ice cream, and let's go get your mind off that asshole."
