Chyna's POV
"This was not the way I imagined that we would meet again Chyna" Mara told me as she took a sip of her beverage
I mimicked her action, my eyes fixed on her glass. My friend looked nothing like the girl I remember, for one she had a greater amount of assets.
Equivalently I did not dream of our reunion to be me almost running her ass over on the highway. Well the greatest thing is that I did not kill her.
If I did that would be my worst nightmare.
"I had to leave...what the hell would I say to the cops?" I asked and Mara made a bitter face.
"That's nothing to worry about because you left me to say all that" she replied equally bitter.
"You were the rich kid Mara! I was the homeless girl, the cops would not believe a word I say!" I whisper yelled, my fist hitting the table slightly.
"We were best friends! We were supposed to have each others backs!" She justified and I grit my teeth.
She says that as if I never had her back all those years
"And I had your fucking back until a male came between us!" I answered, Mara's mouth opened just to strae at me.
"Where would you get the idea that a guy would ever ruin our friendship?" She asked innocently.
"Because that is what always happens Mara. You're like a sister to me and when you told her about having a crush or whatever I was jealous because he would get all of your time. You would forget me" I told her, Mara's eyes going wide.
"What?!" She asked, only to chuckle immediately after. I crossed my arms.
I said nothing but gazed at Mara. She returned the stare.
"What the hell Chyna" she asked I held her stare stiffly.
Her cheeks were plump and I didn't need a genius to tell me what was going on. The fact that she ordered fruit juice while she ordered wine for me was enough.
My friend had a bun in the oven but what I hoped is that the man to put the ring on her finger knew about the child. I could not see her getting hurt because even after all these years I still cared for her.
I still value her as a friend even if we could no longer be best friends. While it stung by now I expected her to replace me.
"Um...he knows right?" I asked and by Mara's face expression she knew what the question meant and expected it sooner or later.
Actually her face showed the curiosity as to why I had not asked this earlier. Oh trust me Mara, it was the first thing I wanted to say to you.
"He knows I'm pregnant Chyna. Our first baby died of prematurity it it tore us both" she told me and I saw the sadness in her eyes.
I felt like the grinch on Christmas. Sometimes it is best if I kept my damn mouth shut.
"Mara I..." But she didn't allow me to finish my apology.
"The guy you warned me about in high school, he is my husband Chyna" and when she said that I felt even worse.
If Mara took my dumb advice years ago she would not have a husband today. I would be the cost of her loosing her soul mate.
Something I will never find.
"Mara I..." and once again she cut my apology short.
"Its fine"
"No it is not okay Mara I...", okay so cutting my statements short was her favorite thing to do.
"I'm not saying this to make you feel bad Chyna, I'm saying this for you to let go of your concept of bad luck. Everything happens for a reason, life is the school where we are given a test then thought a lesson" she gold me and I shot up immediately.
It was then I remember the main thing that got me on the road. The burnt down building.
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"And what kind of a test is this Mara?" I choked on dry spit and my vision blurred. That deep feeling in my chest was a sign that I was right about my home being destroyed.
Why is it I was always right about things like this?
"Chyna..."
"My entire life was in that building Mara!" I screamed, Mara squeezing my shoulder gently.
If she did not believe in bad luck I was now her living example.
"I have nothing but on the clothes on my back and shoes on my feet Mara!" And the tears left my eyes, my knees now on gravel painfully as I stared at ashes.
What the hell was. Going to do when Paris and Vincent were back?
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