His blonde, her brunette, one beautiful mess

[5] Chipotle and shopping with the enemy

I ran into Trin's arms when I saw her in school. We hadn't seen each other since Friday, but we'd talked on the phone during the weekend. She had made sure to tell me she disliked the way our now former friends had turned been so quick to turn their backs to me. It was nice to know at least one person in this school had my back.

"I missed you," Trin laughed and pulled away. "This is Helen by the way, we thought about getting Chipotle for lunch. You up?"

"Yes please," I said and flashed Helen a smile. I'd never really talked to her, but she seemed nice. She had the most amazing eyeliner I've ever seen and beautiful glossy chestnut coloured hair that reached to her shoulders.

Going to Chipotle with Trin and Helen turned out to be a jackpot. First of all, I didn't have to awkwardly avoid my former friends, because I really had given up on them. This whole incident had made me realize I didn't benefit from trying to keep friends in my life that didn't want to be friends with me. Secondly, Helen turned out to be really fun to be around.

I even opened up to her about everything that had gone down in our former friend group.

"That was really shitty of them," Helen said. "I mean I hope you don't get offended but I really never understood why you guys were friends with them from the first place. Most of them seem a bit annoying."

Oh, and Helen could be a bit blunt. Better be blunt than a backstabbing bitch I guess.

"I don't really know either," Trin mused. "We're better off without them. Sad to think we wasted over two years on them."

Both me and Trin had lived in neighbouring cities before high school, so we'd avoided their drama for most of our lives.

"Well cheers to ending toxic friendships," Helen said and I couldn't help but smile.

We conversed about school and got into a hefty debate if the cheerleader captain had coloured her hair one shade darker or not. It ended up with us having to run back to school so we wouldn't miss class. 

We started spending a lot of time with Helen. Turns out she didn't have many female friends - as she usually hanged with her boyfriend's friends - and was happy to get to know us. The week went on and I totally forgot about my debt to a specific west-sider. 

It was Wednesday evening and I was laying on my bed when I noticed my phone vibrating. 

Unkown number. 

It was probably the manager of the burger shop calling back. I'd been there for an interview the week before all drama had gone down and was still waiting for that call back if I'd gotten the job or not. 

"Ella Porter speaking," I answered, trying to sound professional. 

"Why do you sound so weird?"

"Samira? Why does my phone say it's an unknown number?"

"I dropped my phone in the toilet and know it's having a great spa-day in a bowl of rice. I'm using my mum's phone, thank the lord I saved your number on it. But that's not why I'm calling."

"I figured," I said with a smile and rolled over so that I could stare at my ceiling. The family that lived in the house before we did had had a kid who'd painted sloppily stars all over the ceiling and I hadn't ever painted over them. "So why are you calling?"

"I was just wondering if you want to come to me before homecoming, we could get ready and stuff. And it wouldn't be the best idea if Lucas picked you up from your house, because... the east-side thing."