I Fake That Smile

Chapter One

Chapter 1

I’m not surprised Melissa was late, she’s always late. I remember when I was eight and Melissa was supposed to pick me up from dance class, she completely forgot about me and didn’t show up until an hour later telling me she had better things to do. To make it up to me she bought me a donut the next day, but ate half of it when she got hungry on the way home from the donut shop.

That wasn’t the only time that’s happened though, three years later my twin brother and I were left at Toys R Us after she left us to go get ice cream with a guy she met outside Toys R Us who was smoking crack (she had just gotten her license then and thought she was so cool because she could drive this dude around). However, she had kicked him to the curb when she realized she had forgotten her twelve year old siblings at Toys R Us.

The amount of times she had forgotten Aaron and I was unbelievable, but the important thing was that she always came back to get us and we always got donuts because of it.

I searched the airport again and sighed, looking at my phone. I had been sitting here for forty-five minutes, and it didn’t help that the weather in Miami was scorching hot and I was wearing jeans.

Then something caught my eye off in the distance, a girl running towards me. If she hadn’t been running towards me with a grin on her face and her arms opening for a bone crushing hug I probably wouldn’t have recognized her.

What I first noticed was different about her was her hair, no longer was it light brown but platinum blonde. Not only was her hair different though, she was extremely skinny as well like she had dropped twenty pounds during the time I hadn’t seen her. Thick black eye liner lined her eyes and her skin was a lot paler than what I remember.

“Bella!” Melissa screamed; she was certainly still loud. Melissa pulled away from me, grinning from ear to ear.

“Melissa!” I said back only halfheartedly.

She slapped me in the stomach and frowned. “Quit being a douche bag,” she said.

I laughed and grabbed my stuff, Melissa grabbed my other suit case and I followed her out of the airport.

A few minutes later Melissa and I were driving to her apartment, me gripping the dashboard in front of me, turns out her driving hadn’t improved. Melissa didn’t seem to notice how scared I was, or how fast she was actually going.

“Do me a favor and check to see if my house key is in my purse,” Melissa said pointing to her bag that sat in-between us. I dug around in her purse for her house keys and scrunched my nose up slightly when I pulled out a condom. “Better safe than sorry,” she shrugged.

I dropped it back in her bag and sighed when I didn’t find any house keys, actually the only keys she had were for her car. “There are no keys in here,” I told her.

“Shit, I swear to god if Logan isn’t home I’m going to rip his balls off,” Melissa exclaimed slamming her hands back down on the steering wheel making me grip the dash again.