A Change Of Directions (Camren)

Chapter 17: Greetings

"So, tell us more about that Lauren chick."

I groaned in frustration and chose not to answer, sipping on my coffee instead to avoid talking.

I deeply regretted that I had invited my best friends to visit me in Lima. I imagined it would be more fun, that we'd be busy catching up, partying and turn the whole place upside down with our troublemaker-ways, but guess what was more exciting? Sitting in Lima, wrapping our cold fingers around a hot cup of coffee to get ourselves warmed up because the winter temperature had been freezing our asses off. I felt freaking old doing that. Where was my knit hat and knit scarf, pah, why didn't you just give me argyle to wear?

No, seriously, that would be the end of the world.

"First, you don't call a girl 'chick'. That is degrading." I calmly said, not missing the incredulous stares directed at me. "And second, no, I won't tell you more about her. She'll be here in five minutes and personally answer your questions."

Jacob was the first one to move out of his stupor, giving Kate and Nikki an uneasy look before he turned to me, placing his coffee with a loud thud on the table. It sounded quite final, like he was trying to get across a point. Too bad that he hadn't even stated one.

"Who." Jacob disbelievingly started and Kate continued, "the fuck.", "are you?" Nikki finished with wide eyes.

My eyebrows instantly rised. Had they been practicing that during their flight?

"Who do you think I am?" I dryly asked.

"Not - not this," Jacob spluttered and gestured with his hand in my general direction, confusion etched on his handsome features.

"You're pointing to all of me," I stated, frowning when Kate snorted with disbelief and sighed, "Yes, Mila, and we mean all of you."

"Enlighten me."

"Okay, first unusual occurence," Nikki, the ever-patient one in our group, started listing up and lifted her right hand to tick off, "when you fetched us from the airport, there was this stewardess who had shown her interest in you quite openly. And you didn't even notice her presence."

"So?" I shrugged, "Didn't see her then. Probably too average looking for me to notice her."

"She looked like Katy Perry with blond hair," Jacob dryly commented and that actually made me pause for a moment.

There used to be a time where I would've had given anything to sleep with someone who resembled an international popstar, but now this pointless wish seemed stupid to me. What was the point of sleeping with someone who only resembled a popstar? If anything, I wanted to sleep with real ones.

"So?" I asked again, unfazed. Three sets of jaws dropped to the table.

"So?" Kate incredulously repeated, "You would've fucking fucked her in the airport restrooms!"

Nikki and I gave her chastising looks. "Language, Kate."

"You can't be serious. Holy motherf-"

"I have to disagree with Kate," Jacob suddenly piped up and I gratefully smiled at him, wanting to say 'Thanks' as he continued with a smirk, "Mila would've fucking fucked her in the cockpit of the plane we flew with."

"I can't believe it," I mumbled to myself as Kate and Jacob high-fived. Nikki raised her hand again and pointed out two digits. "I'm not done yet. Second, the old Mila we know wouldn't have a stuffed dog in the backseat of her car."

"It's a lion and it's-"

"Third," Kate continued for Nikki, her grave tone effectively drowning my attempt to speak up, "on our ride to Lima, you stopped at red lights even when no single fucking car was around. The old Mila would've been too lazy to brake for a granny crossing the street."