Chapter three - Talking about math classes

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Chapter three

I sat on the couch and watched the three of them discuss the extremely important matter that needed the wise guidance of my idiotic best friends. It's just a date, I seriously can't understand why these people have to make it seem like a trial.

"So you've met this guy once and now you want to go on a date with him?" Alex questions.

"Oh shut up Alex!" Tara pushes Alex away, "First tell me what are you going to be wearing for the date?"

"Seriously? Tara this is what you are concerned about?" Alex scoffs.

And then all of them started chattering like a bunch of bees. Wow, I sure do have a deranged group of friends.

"GUYS! Calm down, it's just a date," I exclaim. To be honest this date with Daniel was just something I wanted to try out. I was really not looking for anything serious.

"What date?" Chris asks as he enters the room with a bagel in his hand. I started choking and bend over in coughing fit. I haven't told Chris about the date, I know for a fact that he would go ballistic, especially because he doesn't seem to like Daniel very much.

"N-no date. We were just talking about math classes." Tara, Alex and Olivia looked towards me skeptically, I look back at them, doing the weird eye contact thing, hoping that they got the memo.

"Yeah we were just talking about math classes," Tara supplies. I let out a sigh of relief. Tara's amazing, she's always got my back.

"Wow I can't believe that you guys would willingly talk about math," Chris jeers. He seats himself on an ottoman and chews on his bagel thoughtfully.

"Yeah I can't believe it too," Alex mutters. Tara smacks him on his head. Okay she has to stop hitting the poor guy so much or else someday he'll end up dead.

"I'm gonna get myself something to drink. I'm parched," I get up heading towards the kitchen.

"Get me a lemonade!" Olivia shouts out.

"Me too," Tara shouts next.

"And I would like a chilled beer," Alex yells.

What am I? Their freaking waitress! "And would you like something to drink, Chris?" I ask, my voice laced with sarcasm.

"Nah, it's fine, I already drank beer."

Nice, I'm free food supplying service. But I can't really blame them, my kitchen is extremely huge. The pantry has all the food you could ever want. I don't see the need for the huge kitchen and the extravagant house. Guess my parents like to show off their excessive amount of money.

As I walk down the carpeted hallways I spot Ethel, our housekeeper.

"Hello Ethel!"

She was such a sweet old lady, always a ray of sunshine. She's like a second grandma to me.

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