Thalia

Chapter 3: Secret Call

Chapter 3: Secret Call

After some hardcore window shopping after dropping Ryan off, I arrive home around 8:15, pulling into my jacked up driveway. I try to tell my mom to get it fixed, but no. Being a fashion designer obviously is more important than fixing a driveway that has the potential to break a few kneecaps. It's so embarrassing.

I enter my brick, two-story, plus a basement house heading to my room. Again, I hear silence. Which means my mom got bored and is out designing some outfit that a celebrity will walk down the red carpet in and get made fun of on 'Fashion Police'. I always saw my mom's clothes on that show. And that's not really a good thing if you've watched it before.

I grabbed my duffel bag, yes, that my mother designed, and stuffed some overnight materials into it; A pair of dark jean capri's, loose, black short shorts, gray Converse, mismatched socks, cosmetics, charger, pajamas, a gray baggy, cropped, off-the-shoulder graphic shirt and a fitting gold tank top with sequins.

Whoa. They way I just described what I packed makes me sound like a rich snob. I know I packed two outfits, but that's only because Zoey is unpredictable! Last time I stayed over there, she put my bra in the freezer. So, no, I'm not high maintenance. If I was I'd be complaining about how my Coach purse broke right now. Which was by the way, not my fault. That stupid mailbox got in my way. I'm just making my stay at her house Zoey Proof. And doing that, is like trying to climb the Yokohama Landmark Tower. . . with one arm.

 I go back downstairs setting the alarm before I leave. Good thing we have three cars or else my mom would've taken my Porsche. I won't be driving her precious, but at the same time, ferocious car for a while considering the memories that are in there. 

What happens in the McLaren, stays in the McLaren.

I hop into my bright, yellow, Porsche I got last year for my 16th birthday, and drive towards Zoey's house. She doesn't live far from me, but let's just say if I were to walk there, you would see me on the back of a milk carton.

'MISSING: Last seen looking similar to a wildebeest.'.

When I pull into her driveway, I pull out my phone to text her, telling her to unlock her door, when I see I already have a new text from her. I guess I didn't notice it because I haven't reallly touched my phone since I let Rya--

No! 

He didn't!

I remember clearly now. He texted Zoey for me. And I know for a fact that he was typing way more than what I had told him to. I read Zoey's response first.

'Ooooh gurl!!! U get him! I can tell he's totally into u! I knew u liked him! Every time we mentioned him u'd try to change the subject! nd hurry up nd get over here! :D ' - 30 minutes ago.

What. . . . the heck. . . did that fat headed little rodent, Ryan text her?!

I went to my messages and looked for the message 'I' sent to Zoey.

'Kay. i'll be there later girlie ;) And omg yes! he's so fine! i think he likes me too ;D we're going on a date now.'

Oh. My. Happy. Gilmore. That walking refrigerator is about to be sent to the junk yard. You think I'm playing. I mean, yeah, I do kinda like him, but you don't go on peoples phone and start typing embarrassing stuff! How did Zoey not know that wasn't me? I don't even freakin' text like that. I thought she knew me.

I jolted out of the car, grabbing my bag, and fast walking towards the house. I guess I'm not mad at Zoey, I mean she did think it was me so her reaction would've been the same. I'm just frustrated. I need Pepsi.