Waiting For Nothing

Chapter 13: Where Is My Self-Control?

Chapter 13: Where Is My Self-Control?

After listening to Trish's bickering for countless hours on why I should get out of the house and quit being a hermit, I agree to go shopping with her Thursday afternoon. Despite what had happened with my parents, I felt my mood getting better as the days progressed. School still wasn't something that I wanted to go to, but I knew that I had to go tomorrow. Thankfully, I hadn't fallen behind thanks to Trish giving me my missed homework.

Currently I'm sitting in the middle of the food court at a mall that's three towns over from where I resided. Trish thought it would be a good idea to get away from all the drama that consistently circulated around small towns.

Shoving my face into the pizza I was devouring, I glanced up at Trish to see her gazing at me with horror on her face. Swallowing the mouthful that I was chewing, my eyebrows rose at her reaction to my bad eating habits. "What?" I asked innocently.

Turning her attention to something that was carved into the table, she shook her head in disbelief. "I cannot fathom how you can eat like that in public." I shrugged my shoulders at her.

Once we finished eating, the two of us crossed the food court as we made our way towards the clothing shops. I managed to find three v-necks, two pairs of denim shorts, and one shirt that said, "I'm A Classic Basic Bitch." I found myself gaping at Trish in shock while she fumbled with five large shopping bags filled with clothes.

"Do....do you need some help?" I gulped as I watched her look up at me hopefully. With an hesitant, out-stretched hand I grabbed two of the bags grimacing at their weight.

"Thank you! Let's go, shall we?" Looping her now free arm through mine, we made our way outside and into the parking lot where her car was waiting for us. I wanted to take my truck, but she said there wouldn't be enough room with the shopping bags. At the time I argued with her, but now I'm thankful that we didn't bring my vehicle.

Plopping down into the passenger seat, the car's rose scented air fresheners greeted me warmly. Trish clambered into the car, shutting the door loudly after her. I turned to look at her surprised. Before I could ask her what that was about she cut me off.

"Please go with me to the game tomorrow." She bit her lip looking away from me. My eyebrows knit together in confusion. Obviously that had been bothering her all day and I had known something was up. Grinning up at her, I placed my hand on her shoulder causing her to look back at me and I nodded my head.

"I'd love to go with you. But just so you know; I'm not a cheap date. I demand a limo." I felt my eyes crinkling at the edges as I let laughed out loud.

"Okay, princess." She mocked me laughing.

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I was wrong. I've never been so wrong in my life.

It's Friday and here I am sitting in my truck eating my lunch with Trish, chatting away when I happened to glance up to find Chase staring at me. I had been under the false pretense that I had moved on from my crush on him and yet here I am maintaining eye contact with him feeling as though I'm about to start crying at any second.

"Oh don't you dare look at him." Trish hissed at me. Suddenly my gaze tore away from his heated one as a stinging pain spread throughout my arm.

"Did you just hit me?" I looked at her incredulously.

Shrugging at me, I watched as she stuck her tongue out at Chase and flipped him off. My mouth dropped open in shock as did his. I watched as he turned on his heel and stomped over to his friends that were openly laughing at him.