Bella's Hunt

FORTY-FIVE

"Lydia," I mumble and she quickly turns to me.

"Yeah?"

"Get out of my closet, you skinny jeans-stealing-whore." I tell her and a grin takes over her face.

"Oh, shut up. You know you missed watching me steal clothes from your closet." She states before pushing through the rack.

I roll over onto my stomach as I look at my phone, waiting for Hunter to text me back. It's around six o'clock and I texted him an hour ago. Mom got home about half an hour ago and she screamed when she saw all three of us.

It still makes me laugh that she considers my best friend one of her kids.

She's currently over at Hunter's, eating dinner with Willow. Hunter was supposed to be eating with them too but I don't know if he is since he isn't texting me back.

"Stop moping over there." I look over at Lydia to see that she's still searching through my clothes.

"I'm not moping."

"You saw him, like, two hours ago. He's not even your boyfriend yet and you're already so clingy." She states and I feel my cheeks heat up. "If he's not at dinner, then he's probably out with the boys."

I lean up off my bed and cup my chin in palm, "Yeah, maybe. But he said he'd text me."

"Well, maybe he's doing something important. Like getting your initials tattooed on his arm." She shrugs and my eyes widen.

"He wouldn't do that! That's so stupid!" I shout and she laughs.

"You know what we should do?" She asks and I raise an already uninterested brow. "We should go to the party."

"What party?" I mumble before rolling over onto my back.

"Vanessa's birthday party. She's turning eighteen. Ring a bell?" She stares at me and I chuckle.

"Why on earth would I want to go to Vanessa's birthday party?"

"Because she's my friend and you're my best friend which means you have to be friends with my friends in order to keep your best friend happy. Understand?" She grins and I roll my eyes.

"You're really annoying. You know that?" I raise a brow.

"So that's a yes!?"

"We have no one to watch Cam."

"Oh, fuck. He's a big boy. And Mommy's right next door. She's fine with me partying, she'll be fine with you partying! So what do you say?" She shakes her hands in front of me while wearing a goofy smile.

I sigh heavily, "Fine. But I swear to God, if you get drunk off your ass-"

"Don't worry! I will!" She shouts before running over and forcing me off of my bed. "Let me do your makeup!" She pulls me towards the bathroom and forces me to sit down on the counter.

"I can't believe Vanessa's birthday is on Thanksgiving." I state and Lydia chuckles.

"I know. How ironic, y'know, because she isn't that grateful." I laugh loudly at that and she scolds me. "I was kidding."

For the next twenty minutes, Lydia does my makeup. Blending different eye shadows, testing new mascaras and lipsticks, contouring my cheeks, and highlighting just about every inch of my face.

As she's doing my eye shadow, her wrist constantly hits my scarf and I can tell she's getting annoyed. After the sixth time, she groans loudly and slams her brush down on the counter. "This has GOT to go." She hisses before pulling it off of me. Her eyes widen when she sees the giant hickey Hunter had left on me. "HOLY SHIT!" She screeches and I cringe. "That fucker did this?" She skims her thumb over it and I shiver.