ETA

Day Twenty Seven

Cassandra was driving me crazy.

"I'm going to punch you in your fucking face Cassandra Ann," I spat.

"Oh come on you know you love me," she batted her eyelashes.

We were fighting over nothing really. I can't even remember what had started the little tiff.

"I just want you to take me bowling!" she whined.

Oh right. Bowling. Such a stupid topic to be arguing about.

"Fine, pick a day and we will go," I muttered finally giving in.

The mall was a boring place. Depressed teenagers littered the floors and stores, some reason finding this place an adequate hang out spot.

I hated going to the mall as a teenager and still do. The people are rude, parents are shitty at disciplining children so their kids are assholes, the smell of fast food is nauseating, and it's expensive to step foot in a mall.

Which brings me to where I am now. Meandering through the mall with my best friend as she looks for a dress to where to an event we are going to with Kat Lovalo.

The woman does a lot of things. She is a total badass. She has a record out and stars in a few movies, not to mention the charity she has revolved around music centers for kids in the hospital.

On top of all that she was raising two kids, Jackson, and her husband.

Actually, her husband raised her instead of the other way around.

"I don't think I want to wear red, I wore that color last time. Maybe black, or blue," Cass said running her finger over different material.

"Going for a bruise look?"

She hit me with a smile on her face, "I swear sometimes sarcasm is your best friend rather than me."

"Possibly," I agreed.

I went through picking out dresses that would look good on Cassandra and shoving armfuls into her hands. She would go into a dressing room then come out saying that she loved each one but they just weren't right.

She sent me on another search and I came across a royal blue one with diamonds across the top that would be absolutely perfect for her. Just as I grabbed it another hand did too.

It just so happens that it was the only one left in Cassandra's size. I looked to see who it was hoping I could maybe bribe them into giving me the dress so that I wouldn't have to be here any longer.

The face that greeted me wasn't a pleasant one. It was plastic filled and looked like it wanted to meet my fist.

"Amber Roslyn," she smirked.

"Erica Sanchez," I muttered back.

I hung my head preparing myself to say what I was about to say, "Erica can I please have the dress. Cassandra is driving me crazy and I know she will love this dress, so please just let me have it."

She sighed, "you can have it. I'm not going to fight with you. I'm done with fighting with you, our hatred is ridiculous. This doesn't mean that I like you and we are going to be the best of friends, but I want to stop fighting. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything."

I was taken aback from her words. I never thought she would apologize and I sure as heck didn't plan on doing it. I just figured we would hate each other forever.

"I'm sorry too, for everything I've said and done."

She nodded and I grabbed the dress. After that encounter we went our separate ways.

Cassandra came out in the dress and I was right, it was absolutely perfect for her. "This dress is amazing Amber! This is why I take you shopping not my sister or Natalie," she marveled.

"Well I talked to Erica for that dress you should really appreciate me right now," I smiled.

"You talked to Erica, and didn't get in a fight?" she said astonished.

"She actually apologized."

Cass's jaw dropped,"does this mean that you guys are friend?"

"Fuck no. It means that we are in an okay place right now."

"I never thought you would apologize to her, especially after all she did to you and you to her. This is good for you Amber. I'm proud," Cass smiled.

I nodded. Maybe she is right, Erica has haunted my brain for a long time and this is one of the first steps to be fully happy. Now maybe my next step will be getting Mason back.

A/N:

Braden Sanchez to the right. David Henrie portrays him.