Conversations With Myself

Chapter 3: Drea

Chapter 3: Drea

By the next day after school we were back to normal hanging out at Michael's overly priced huge house in the game room.

The bright TV screen in front of me and Dennis showcase our game of Mortal Kombat. The smashing of buttons and loud curses could be heard through the hallway.

"Andrea how are you kicking my ass" Dennis yelled still focused intensely smashing the buttons of the controller.

The Tv audio raised said "Finish Him"

"I won't finish you off with a combo, I'll just hit you to make you feel better" fake sincere laced through my voice.

Dennis groaned setting his head down before looking at me and rolling his brown eyes at me.

"I don't wanna play anymore your a meanie" he pouted childishly pointing at me.

I stuck my tongue out at him making us laugh at each other.

"Where's everyone" He said looking around the huge room getting up from the cozy couch.

"Most likely in the pool hanging out" I shrugged taking a sip of my water.

"Your right, I need to talk to you" he sighed

"What's wrong" facing my body towards him.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for saying to get over for mother's death I was out of line but, however I did mean everything I said to be the truth no matter how hard or critic it may seem."

"Dennis there's no need to say sorry, your right I've done this for too long I need to stop using this imaginary pass like Ms.Huchford saids."

"Oh come here" Dennis reaches out and pulls me into a hug causing us both to smile and laugh into the midst of it.

"I hear laughing, are my buddies cool now?" Emory said poking only her head through the door smiling like a goof ball.

"Yes we're cool, now sit your flat ass over here and stop acting like a creep behind the door, Miss Gossip Girl" he smirked

"My ass could be flatter than a piece of paper and you still wouldn't get any" Emory smirked right back at him flicking her ginger hair off her shoulder dramatically, sitting her butt in between us with her new 15 inch MacBook Pro.

Emory and Michael come from rich parents you would think their parents got along. Ha funny their actually rivals but, they act nice to one another for show.

Dennis rolled his brown eyes in response crossing his arms turning his attention to me "Anyways have you apologize to Andrew?"

"I've been working on it, I got his number from Mark" I shrugged

The truth was I didn't want to apologize for putting Andrew in that situation. If anything the only reason he was talking to me was because me being Kristina's best friend and Mark being her boyfriend. I wouldn't want to push someone to be my friend because they felt obligated too.

"Thats code for she's not gonna do it but, she's trying to convince you to make you happy" Emory whispered-yelled in Dennis ear.

"Too bad she's going to because I told Mark to invite him not to long ago" he said while he continued checking his watch.

"He actually should be here in 1, 2, 3"

The doorbell ringed.

I frowned at both Emory and Dennis giving each other a high-five. "I'll exit through the back door" I say giving my bag starting to head for the nearest exit until both Emory and Dennis grab me a taking my bag from me pushing me toward the front door.