"Cara, calm down," Cara was sobbing that much I was struggling to understand her.
Cara took a gulp of her drink, calming her down slightly. "It's that girl that works in the corner shop. Why would Josh rather be with someone who stacks shelves when he could have me," Cara had stopped crying, she was now more angry and was ranting. "He could have me Georgia. Who even shops in that shop anyway?"
I was slightly annoyed with Cara. I know it's part of being someone's best friend having to deal with the messiness of break ups but I much rather be spending time with Ashton now. When I first saw Cara crying on my door step I thought something terrible had happened. I didn't expect her to come into my house in floods of tears then suddenly cheer up and rant about a girl who works in a shop. My own problems were worse than this.
"I know," I nodded a long with what Cara was saying even though I wasn't listening. "Just think, you're better off without him," I smiled at her, hoping that she would soon cheer up and leave. That's what usually happened when Cara broke up with people, she would cry, eat ice cream, rant then cheer up.
"Can I use your bathroom?" Cara had mascara smudged all around her eyes so I knew she'd happily help herself to my make up that was on the side in the bathroom.
"Sure," I nodded. Whilst Cara went into the bathroom I sat thinking about Ashton. Just thinking about him made me feel all weird in side. I couldn't describe it. I hardly knew anything about him but I felt so comfortable in his company; like I'd known him for years.
"Are you going to eat this?" Cara snapped me out of my thoughts. She was stood by the tray I'd placed on my desk, looking at the ice cream.
"I brought it for you," I laughed.
"Oh," Cara laughed back. She picked up the ice cream and the spoon off the tray and began eating it. I knew she'd already forgotten about Josh, I knew it wouldn't take long even though this was the longest relationship Cara had been in. She walked back over to my bed but stopped suddenly. She held the ice cream tub in one hand and the spoon was sticking out of her mouth. She bent down, like she was picking something up. I was sat on the bed so I couldn't see what she was doing. Her head returned above the level of the bed and she had a grey hoodie in her hand. My heart started beating faster and faster. Shit, it was Ashton's.
"Who's is this?" Cara asked with a puzzled look on her face. She threw the hoodie on the bed and sat next to it.
"Oh, that," I stuttered. "Someone must of left it here after last night," my cheeks started to turn red. I got up from my bed and dashed to the bathroom. "I need to pee," I said quickly. I was so bad at lying.
I shut the door to my en suite and let out a sigh of relief. I really didn't want Cara finding out about Ashton or the rest of the boys. I didn't want all her questions and part of me wanted to keep them my own little secret. Hanging out with them was the only time I could relax and do what I wanted to do. It was selfish but I didn't want Cara joining in with our fun.
I stood looking in the mirror for a few minutes before flushing the toilet and returning to my room.
"Sorry, I was desperate," I laughed.
"So I could see," Cara didn't look fully convinced with my little lie. "Thanks for this Georgia but I have to go," Cara started to climb off my bed. She was acting a little weird.
"Oh," it almost felt like I'd scared Cara with my little outburst. I followed Cara out of my bedroom and down the stairs. She seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. This whole little visit had been weird
"Thanks again," Cara started putting on her shoes. "And remember, don't shop in that corner shop," she let out a little laugh that almost sounded evil. I didn't know the girl who worked in the shop but I did know that I wouldn't want to be in an argument with Cara. Our little disagreement the other day was bad enough and I've been friends with Cara long enough to know how bitchy she can get in arguments.
