The Bad Ones

Ch. 3: Confrontation

"Get in, bitch, we're going shopping," Drey smiled at us from the driver's window.

"She stole that from 'Mean Girls' and you know it," I rolled my eyes, pulling on my ankle boots. I'm a skater girl, but that didn't make me a tomboy. I loved shopping just as much as Veronica did, though I would never admit to having something in common with her.

Mar smiled at herself in the reflection of her phone. "I'm just glad we're getting the hell out of town now, and for the trip," she said.

I nodded and stood to fix my jacket onto myself, "We got to stop by Carter's first. I feel generous."

"Shut up and move your asses!" Drey called, revving the engine of her black Dodge Challenger.

We left the house after locking it up and got into the car. "Who shit in your cornflakes, wait-patient?" I sneered at Drey from the passenger seat. I called her 'wait-patient' because of her smoking habit. I didn't bother her about it, but that didn't mean I liked it.

"I'm a wait-patient? Who visited the hospital the most out of the three of us? Specifically the one of us that took a month to learn how to skate?" she scoffed as she pulled out of our driveway.

"And you literally were a wait-patient," Mar giggled. She was fixing the outift she took three hours to put together, yet it was so simple. Out of the three of us, she was the classiest and the most feminine, but she could pack a punch that once knocked out an old teacher that hit on her.

I grunted and looked out the window. When I did a double take at Drey, I laughed. "Drey... What the hell are you wearing?" I asked her.

She reached over and pushed me against the car door, "Shut up! I hate it when you dog on my clothes!"

"You look like a care bear threw up on you, then a unicorn tried to lick it off," I laughed harder.

Drey was... adventurous when it came to outfits. She mix and matched, and occasionally mismatched. Today was one of those days were she just decided to go all out.

"I think it's adorable," Mar shrugged.

Drey smiled at her in the rearview mirror, "Thank you." She turned to me anf frowned, "At least I don't look like some biker!"

I rolled my eyes, "Please. This look is both conservative and sexy."

"Are we stopping by Carter's?" she asked, changing the subject. That also meant she knew I was right.

I nodded as she pulled into Carter's driveway and honked. "I'll keep it short, promise," I said as I got out and went to his front door.

Carter lived alone because his parents didn't want to 'deal' with him. They were all the way in New York, and we were in Washington. Actually, the only one in our group that still had a parent, was Niko. He lived with his amazing mother. Jason lived with his grandma, but she passed two years ago. His parents let him stay at her house, though, because he didn't want to move.

After I knocked for the fifth time, Carter finally opened the door, all groggy. "What the hell do you want, Bail?" he asked, rubbing his face.

"Right now? I want you to put on pants," I frowned. He was in boxers. At least he was pretty to look at.

He smirked and leaned on the door frame, "Want to come in and talk?"

"You know, I think I'll just let you pay me for the pool party," I nodded, turning away from him.

He caught up to me just before I reached the car and grabbed my arm. I automatically shoved him away by reflex. "Wait, what do you mean?" he asked, shaking off the push. He knew my reflexes well.