The Good Girl With The Bad Boy

Chapter 3: Well This Is Just Great

"I'm leaving Brianna" I yelled from the doorway.

"Okay have a great day at school" she tiredly yelled back.

From the minute she said those words I knew she was completely drained out from all her hard working. Who could blame her, she had two jobs and is still in collage.

I got into my car and drove until I got to school. Getting out I lock the car door.

"Good morning sista" Lucy chirped from behind me. She sounded a little to happy, which is so unlike her. Maybe she on her cycle? I turn around and witness the most creepiest smile I've ever seen. Its a brand new day, and the last thing I need is for Lucy to give me the most creepiest smile I've ever seen.

"Okay, what's with the creepy smile?" I asked Its not everyday you see your best friend acting too happy.

We walked into to the school building, and I made my way to my locker. She followed behind me with her creppy smile still on her face.

"So, are you going to explain why your face is still like that?" Impatiently asked.

Why was she smiling? Did she find a man? Heck no she couldn't have. Even though she's totally pretty she couldn't have actually found a man. Could she? And I'm not saying that all man are too good for her, its just that I know she can get as many men with just one snap. Who wouldnt want to date her. She's nice, sometimes bubbly, and always has that sweet smile i wish i had. Men all around the world would die to be with her. Wait. Why am I saying 'men'? no guy in this school was an actual 'man' there all just...handsome, good looking, guys. Yeah guys, boys. Why did I say man?

"Did you hear me" She asked. It took me second to realize that I was spacing out, and that I didn't hear a word she said.

"Uh, sorry repeat again"

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. I sheeplessly grinned at her, hoping she would tell me again. She just hates it when you don't listen to her.

Letting out a small sigh, she then began talking.

"If you'd listen to me before, you would have heard me say that Im happy because I  got you some more mola" she sang as she took out some money and rubbed it all over my face. Literally. People were now giving us weird looks, so I quickly grabbed a couple of dollar bills that fell on the floor. And then returned it back to her.

"What the hell was that for?" I almost yelled.

Yeah I'm mad. Only mad that she is giving me money. Although the 'rubbing money on my face' was embarrassing, giving me money is worse. I just hate it when she does this. She thinks she can bring money and I'll accept it. I know that friends help each other, but it doesn't feel like we're friends if I keep receiving money from her. It feels like I'm just a gold digger. Seeking for her money, and not caring about her.

She shrugged her shoulders confused to what I was talking about.

"Why are you giving me more money? No don't answer that because whatever you tell me, I'm still not going to take it."

"Stop being so stubborn, and take the money." She demanded.

"No, you can't just give me money like this, it feels like I'm some kind of charity. And I'm not so keep the money."

"Fine I'll keep the money, but only because you said so. Whenever you want it, just ask for it."

"Don't worry.  That money is all yours, who knows where you got it from." I smirked.

"Shut up," she plafully nudged my ribs. "let's just go to class."

Just like that, we both enter our first class for today.