"Ma'am this is the McDonald's drive-thru..?"
"Oh, God ... help I think I killed him, he choked on my burrito!"
"Ma'am please this is still the McDonalds drive thru.."
"I KILLED A MAN!"
"AND I'M GONNA LOSE MY JOB- GO TO THE HOSPITAL!"
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Chanel Robi...
"Where the fuck were you?" Evans sniffles, hugging me as I literally just came out of the women's washroom. "I thought you'd been kidnapped."
I chuckled at her irrational thinking. This girl could honestly have her own book by the amount of crazy that gets compiled in her mind.
I pushed her away from me gently. Sad to see wet stains all over my new floral shirt. Great.
"I'm okay Evans," I reassured the emotional blonde. "Are you okay?" Never in my life would I ever think I'd be asking this question to this particular blonde. Never.
She hummed in response, closing in for another hug. But I pushed her off of me. "For Godsake Evans, you're ruining my $5 dollar thrift shirt. Stop it."
She rolled her eyes. "Lets go to yours. I don't wanna stay here anymore."
The tone in her voice made me uneasy, it looked like something had happened before we reunited. I wanted to ask why, but not everything is my business.
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"Shit, I think we could actually become friends . . ." I mused, taking a sip of my boba. Evans nodded. "I think we could."
If you haven't wandered already, on our way to my home we ordered some boba, drove in her car to my home and our chilling in my garden on a nice sunny day, despite the recent shitty weather and are actually bonding.
Yep, you heard it right. Evans Moore and Chanel Robins are actually bonding. The queen bitch and the other bitch, as actually tolerating each other.
But it was different, we actually amused each other. Evans wasn't actually just a dumb blonde nor a slut as people labelled her. She was actually a nice person. Like really, really nice. She was geniunine about most things and touchy on others. I'm glad she actually fors human emotions and a heart because for the past 20 chapters I've been doubting it.
I took a sip of my toffee boba and smiled against my straw. "We really should hangout. This whole experience has been somewhat— refreshing for me." I took another sip, swallowing the boba goodness down.
Evans slumped against the plastic white chairs, her legs one over the other. She seemed to be thinking. "I really like this too, Chanel. I think we should hangout more."
The sky was slowly turning to a dark-sh colour. The coldness seeping on my skirt, I felt a hand on my thigh suddenly.
I turned to face Evans and she was, crying . . .?
"Evans, what happened?" I scooted my chair closer to hers, rubbing a hand on her lower back.
"Chanel, you don't really know this about me, but I'm scared that when I tell you, you're going t- to hate m- me," her eyes were puddled with tears now, all over her.
