Darla sauntered towards her locker, her books tightly gripped on her chest as she did so. Her ponytail swung side to side, abruptly stopping whenever someone greeted her.
"Darls! Hold on!" someone shouted behind her, causing Darla to turn around.
Wendy wore a blue sweater and black jeans that made Darla's mouth twist into a grimace. She isn't really into that much to fashion. In fact, she hated fashion.
"Hey! You're early today, huh?" Darla gave her a half smile.
Wendy snorted. "I'm always early. What are you talking about?"
The both of them laughed.
"So, yeah, tonight, uh, I'm attending a party." the blond girl stammered as Darla looked at her confusedly.
"You're what?"
Wendy sighed. "I'm attending a party, alright. Chill out."
Darla huffed, anger coursing in her veins. "Fuck you."
Darla's words caused Wendy to roll her eyes, brows furrowed and cheeks flushed.
"What's wrong with parties? I'm fucking sixteen, okay. Besides, my parents already allowed me to attend the party."
"Well, shit, I'm sorry wendy, but my parents are going to a business trip tonight."
And with that, Darla left with a frown on her face.
Darla stared at the same ceiling on her bedroom. She thought of how she reacted to the sudden announcement of her best friend. It was strange, really. Snapping like that, she felt like a child.
She had to call Wendy as soon as possible. She wanted to apologize for being a bitch.
And so she did.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's darla."
"Oh."
"Yeah, about that, uh, I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. I didn't mean to do that."
"Sure."
Darla stood up from her bed. "You're not mad?"
"Course not. You're my best friend, even though you're such a bitch sometimes."
A weak smile formed on Darla's lips. "Geez, thanks."
They talked for a while, and then Wendy had to prepare for the party. Darla grabbed her headphones from the bedside table, but whilst she did so, something fell on the floor.
Darla's breath hitched, picking the paper from the cold cemented floor.
"Three words, eight letters, I love you."
