Guitar

Unwanted Company

Tic... Tok...

Tic... Tok...

The time passed by, with me playing the strings of my guitar, glimpsing at the clock every 5 minutes.

Waiting for that phone to ring.

I squeezed my eyes shut hoping to hear a ring.

1...

2...

3...

Nothing.

Fucking nothing.

I should have expected it, I guess I was just one of those girls. Ugh, I was a fool! I covered my face with my hands, feeling ashamed. I grabbed the nearest pillow I could grab, and slammed it onto my face, I screamed, I knew it, I freaking knew it. A playboy hitting on me, I was an idiot to think that he liked me. Stupid idiot, stupid playboy, dumb artist, good for nothing asshole. I glanced at the clock once more, 5:00 and it's already dark out, sun's nearly full set.

"I'm Home!" A voice yelled from downstairs, I sighed because I knew who it was. My bedroom door opened, "Knock!" I screamed.

"Ugh, sit up!" The bitch yelled and grabbed my hand to sit me up.

I stared at her, with her freaking smiling face.

Bonnie: "So,"

Me: "What?"

Bonnie: "Did he call!?"

Me: "No."

Bonnie: "Still nothing? That's it?"

I kept staring at her, her long brown hair tied to one side, brown eyes looking at me, tanned skin, red lipped. Compared to me, I'm a mess. Brown messy hair, it's long but not too long, green eyes, pinky lips and completely unattractive.

I slammed my back onto my bed,

"Bon, Do you think he'll ever call?" I asked. Her head tilted,

"look, I'm your best friend, and I got to be honest with you," she frowned. "I'll advise this, give up on this guy." I sat up, "but, but, he's a hot!" I frowned, " that was the first time a hot guy ever hit on me! Screw that, that was the first time a guy hit on me!" I notice her grin.

"Exactly! You've been made fun of! You've been fooled."

"Then stop smiling!" I screamed, "look, I like him, and he said he'll call but he didn't,"

I saw Bonnie's eyes lit up, " That is why, we are going shopping."

Me:"Why?"

Bonnie: "because your all sad and I need new clothes, and you told me last night your out of things to read."

I immediatly stood up,

"We're going to buy books?"

Bonnie: "yes now take a shower,"

Me: "then I AM IN!"

Bonnie: " oh, and by the way, dress up!"

Me: " fine, and stop yelling 'I'm home!'

When you come over."

Bonnie: "I won't stop, and I'll help you dress up."

I sat on my bed as Bonnie, scanned my wardrobe, "Ok, that is it!"

"What?" i muttered.

Bonnie: "We are going to buy you new clothes!"

Me: " why? My wardrobe is right there."

Bonnie: " ugh, Chey, borrow some of my clothes for a while, I can't take another look at your wardrobe."

Me: "wha-what's wrong with my clothes?" I asked as she pulled me into the bathroom for a change of clothes.

I looked at the mirror, my hair was straight, i was wearing a white blouse and a short black skirt not even long enough to hide my knees. I turned to look at bonnie, "the skirt's too short!" I whined, trying to pull it down." Won't guys notice?"

"That's the point!" Bonnie grined, I looked at the mirror again, where did you even get theese clothes, I know they're not mine."

"I found it at the rear back of your wardrobe."

"I had these?"

"I know, right, I thought the exact same thing when I found those." She smiled.

"Now let's go! The shops close at eight and it's 5:30! Quickly"

"Alright, alright," I smiled at her, "let's go." We ran down the stairs, "Mom, we're going out!"

Mom: "Be back before nine!"

Me: " ok! "

To me, Bonnie's more of my guilty pleasure, Even though she's my best friend and I love her, she can be an annoying daughter of a bitch. As much as I want her to be around, she's kind of an Unwanted company.

This is just a prologue.

Look forward for the 1st chapter!