We get in "Becka" and drive through downtown. "Abby." I look at her. "Yes?" "You know... If you don't have to be home until very late, I think you know where we're going." I look her in the eye. "You're serious? You want me to cheat so we can go to a party?" She laughs. "It's only cheating if you make it." What does that mean? Does it even have a meaning? Is it supposed to mean something to me? Why do so many people keep saying that? I look up to her. "Uh, yeah... ok then," I mumble. "So...?" She asks. I look at her. "You really wanna go don't you?" "Is that even a question?" I laugh. "Stacy, I don't know, I really don't. My mom would kill me and that would be on my permanent record!" I say nervously. "Abby, it's only if you make it. You know deep down inside, you wanna go. Just do something wild for once, please! For me?" She begs. I can't say no to my best friend, but this just doesn't feel right at all. "Fine Stacy, but just know you owe me a favor in return." "YES! Thank you SO much, Abby!" I roll my eyes. As we are looking through some clothes, Stacy has about 15 different clothes to try on. "You don't mind the wait do you?" Stacy asks. "Girl, we could be trying to fit a tiny pebble on you and I wouldn't leave until we got it on." She smirks. "But wouldn't that mean you would never leave then?" She asks. I laugh. "That's exactly my point." "OH!" She giggles. "Alright go try them on Fashionista!" She laughs. I decide while she's trying them on to text Brooke. God this feels weird. I've never sent Brooke a text in my life and NEVER have I cheated. Never. I write.
Me: Hey Brooke! Uh, I decided over time that I will do your work for you. Just know I will have to get two or three wrong so you don't have the same answers as me. Besides that, everything's planned! I will be attending your party tonight!
Literally, the second I push send, she replies.
Hey girl! Thanks, bunches and I will see you tonight! I can not thank you enough! Just, I'm going to need it next Monday so I have a good four days to relax about it. Totes! Peace out! See yall later!
Man, I can't even explain how I feel right now. I feel HORRIBLE for wanting to cheat, but for some reason, I feel some kind of happy or popularity. I'm not 100% sure what it really is, but it feels good.
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The Mistletoe That Saves Us All
RomanceAbby Bernard never imagined love. She never really thought about love or having someone there for you. But what happens when she and Max Anderson are under the Mistletoe?
