Well, hey guys! I think this is a long chapter and it's 1:55 am so sorry if I haven't proofread yet. Oh well. I think it's a little early update? x) Haha. Hope you guys like this. And by the way, CHAPTER 30! Thanks a lot for everything. :) Love you guys!
Oh, and by the way, I didn't mean to offend anybody with the songs, and they don't belong to me. :)
-Kierra xx
P.S. Don't hate me for the cliffhanger-ish ending. ;))
Chapter Thirty-Swollen Toes and a Game
“Come on, Shea!” Sherri cooed almost sweetly as she placed a pair of black, knee-high leather boots in front of me. I would have done anything to run away at that moment. “You know you want to wear these.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
The black loose tank top that stopped mid-thigh? Fine with me. The white shorts she forced me into wearing? Sure, why not? Black mascara? Just go with it. These crazy bangles? Perfectly okay. Even curling my hair was all right with me.
But those boots—oh, those boots!—were scaring me to death at the moment. They were just… too loud.
“Shea!” she yelled at me.
Grumbling, I took a deep breath. Thinking I might as well try to talk myself out of this (again), I said, “You know, I bought a pair of strappy sandals last—”
“Nice try,” Sherri interrupted me as she crossed her arms over chest.
She looked, well, “hot,” as the guys would say. She should definitely wear her hair that way every day. Oh, god. I suddenly had a mental image of Dexter not being able to keep his hands off of her which was—no offense to them, really—not really entertaining.
“Look, anything but those,” I pleaded.
Her face stayed impassive.
With a new resolve, I took another deep breath. “Well,” I snapped, “it’s my life. I get to decide what I wear. I will do what I want.” I thought my voice sounded firm enough, forceful enough.
“Yeah, great. I can also do what I want and tell your mother about you flunking Phys—”
“Fine,” I hissed. When did she ever get so alike with my brother?
She squealed, shifting from that cold, unemotional best friend to this… err… giggly creature. “Yay! Go wear them, go wear them!”
Mental sigh. Best friends are so scary.
Jake eyed me. Rudely, might I add.
“What?” I said through gritted teeth. Behind me, Sherri laughed.
“Boots,” Jake muttered, “my sister is seriously wearing boots.”
“Yeah? Well, get over it and stop making a big deal out of them.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
His lips formed into a stupid smirk. “You can’t stop me,” he sang, almost tunelessly, by the way. And he went ahead.
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Humor‘He went out of the room. In his boxers. Again. Like the laws and principles of the universe, which were scientifically proven, I couldn’t help but scowl. He smirked. “Well, stop drooling all over me.” I wrinkled my nose. “Right. Good luck with you...
