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"Mom, I'm getting late. I have to pick up the cake too," I shouted from downstairs.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. God, Kathy, what's the rush," she yelled back.
"Oh God, my family," I muttered.
I grabbed my mom's phone from the kitchen counter to message Hayley, since my phone didn't have credit. But instead of opening Hayley's inbox, I accidentally clicked on an unknown number's bar and numerous message displayed in front of me.
My heart stopped in my chest and I felt bile rising up my throat.
My mom had been texting another guy.
"I'm here, come on let's go," my mom said, coming downstairs.
I quickly closed her phone and handed it to her. My eyes searched her face; it was unbelievable.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?," she questioned.
"Nothing, come on let's go," I said, walking out the front door.
*****
"Where's every one else?," I asked Hayley, stepping out of the car.
"There's just you, me and Care. We'll meet Shane there. Amelia and Nat can't make it."
"Okay."
"Oh and Shane stopped by, he asked me to give you this receipt. We've picked up the cake already."
"Alright then, let's get going," I said, plopping in the car.
Hayley and Care got in too, and the driver started off to Laura's house.
When we reached, Lau's mother greeted us and took us to the drawing room, where we placed the cake and supplies on the table. Then we crept up to Lau's room and knocked. Her sister opened the door and we saw Laura sitting in front of the T.V, playing FIFA.
We all smiled at each other and shouted, "Happy Birthday!"
She turned her head to look at us and smiled back.
"I already knew you guys were coming, jbtw," she said, whilst hugging us.
"Well of course you know, you're the smartest person I've met," I replied.
"So much for a surprise," Care said.
"Oh come on, we're here to have fun okay? No brooding," Hayley told Caroline.
"Yeah, okay, come on, I'll drive you to the food court," Laura walked out of her room and towards the garage.
"No God no. You don't even have your driver's license yet," Hayley started freaking out.
"I call shot gun," I rushed for the passenger's seat in the front.
"No one calls shotgun," Laura said, getting in the driver's seat.
