Top Secret ✔

Chapter 29 || Chocolate Gets You Laid

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-Amelia.

Chapter 29 || Chocolate Gets You Laid

      "Guess what?"

"What?" I asked.

Andrea had just entered into the house looking flustered. Her clothes were messy and her lipstick was smudged. She looked like she had just came from a makeout fest with someone. I wonder who that person is...

"I just made out with Ray."

"Come again? I didn't quite hear you." Wasn't Ray with Colton? How could she have made out with him then?

"I made out with Ray." she said again. "About like, 4 hours ago."

"And why are you still like this?" I gestured towards herself.

"I can't get over it. I kissed a goth. He felt my boobs. I liked it."

I laughed at her current speech ability of only saying a few words per sentence and her bluntness. "So?"

"I'm a slut," she cried and slapped her forehead.

It's one of those times where I wonder how many brain cells does Andrea even have in her brain. And not in a good way, either.

"Just because you got a little touchy-feely with Ray does not make you a slut." I walked over to her and placed my hands on her shoulders.

"When's the last time you had a boyfriend?" I asked.

"I broke up with him yesterday." she continued crying.

"When's the last time you've had sex?"

"Before I broke up with him yesterday!" she exclaimed before wailing about how much of a slut she was.

"Okay," I agreed. "You're a slut."

"I'm a slut!" she exclaimed.

"You're a slut." I confirmed.

She paused her crying for a second and asked, "Do you have a permanent marker?"

"Yes. Why?" I looked at her curiously.

"Just give me it."

I rummaged around through my stationeries and produced a single black permanent marker before handing it over to Andy reluctantly. What was she planning to do, exactly?

She took it and ran into my bathroom. I looked as she uncapped it while writing the words 'SLUT' on her forehead.

"Andy!" I shouted.

"What?" she cried. "I'm a slut! It's the truth!"

"Oh, Andy." I pity the poor girl. "Come on, let's get yourself a cup of coffee to cheer you up."

She sniffed and nodded. We headed out to Starbucks and I ordered for Andy her caramel frappe and a green tea frappe for myself. She was getting a lot of curious glances from people around but she didn't notice. Throughout the whole journey I had my head down in embarrassment, but there was nothing else I could do.

Ladies and gentlemen, my best friend, everyone!

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"I can't believe you let me into Starbucks with this thing on my forehead!" Andy cried out in outrage as she furiously scrubbed her forehead.