i hate you | l.h

two

"abby wynn is throwing a party next saturday," said my best friend, molly, twisting around and then hoisting herself up on the kitchen counter so that she was sitting beside the stack of mail that my mom always forgot to go through, her feet touching the floor. molly had always been tall, and even when they were younger, i used to feel like a dwarf beside her due to my petite frame.

"didn't she throw one last week?" i muttered a reply back, chasing a a stray bit of salsa around my plate with the tip of a nacho. "besides, i'm perfectly content with staying at home. being alone on the weekend really makes me feel as if i have my life together."

"no! that was maddy washington! why is your memory so short term?" she whined, acting like it was the end of the world that I couldn't tell the difference between the airheads.

she crossed her legs to be in a more comfortable position and i could imagine that if my mom were here, she would die of horror of feet being anywhere near the counter.

"oh, and to answer your question, no, i don't want to go to her party," i huffed, "besides, my mom wants to do something with me that day."

molly's eyebrows shot up, as if i had asked her to believe in the impossible, like snow in the hot months of july or breathing underwater. "i thought your mom's idea of spending time with you was to discuss how she's too busy saving lives to be bothered to take you to the mall."

"oh, shut up." i threw a lonesome chip at her, "you're just jealous that i barely have any parental supervision." this was true, due to my mom's incredible job as a surgeon that she had worked years for. it was a pain in the ass most of the time, because i practically raised myself, but i had grown to accept it.

"yeah, because it means i can come over whenever i'm having a midlife crisis without having to worry about explaining to your mom."

"midlife crisis? you're barely seventeen."

"lydia. stop changing the subject." molly made a face at me, "you're my best friend and i can't even imagine going anywhere without you."

"you went to that party a month ago without me," i picked up a pepper from the edge of my plate and nibbled on it meditatively.

"okay, that was the part where you were supposed to say, 'oh, molly! i can't imagine going anywhere without you, either!'" she said pointedly.

i grabbed the glass of water that was perched on the dinner table in attempts to cool down my burning mouth. "fine. i will go. my mom's thing is on sunday, anyways. i was lying."

she smiled triumphantly, and leaped off of the counter. "okay, we have to find you something to wear."

my cell phone, tucked into my pant pocket, began an insistent blaring. i dug it out, gazed at the message blinking on the screen, and scowled. "my mom just texted me to take out the trash."

"i knew it was her. i could tell by the overly enthusiastic expression you had on your face." molly said. "anyways, about the party. you need to find a cute boy! didn't you run into luke last night? maybe he's going."

i gave her a disgusted look, "do you even use your ears? i swear one thing goes in," i made a gesturing motion to signal something coming out of my other ear, "and it goes out. i've told you a billion times that i hate him."

molly mimicked the scowl i had earlier, "whatever, the party will be at seven. i'll come get you."

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i was woken by an urgent voice. "get up, idiot!"

i peeled my eyes open slowly. they felt gluey, stuck together, probably since i had chosen to take a nap with leftover mascara on. something was tickling my face. it was someone's hair, specifically, my best friend's hair. i shot up quickly, and my forehead struck hers.

molly flew backwards a couple of inches, her hand flying instinctively to her head, wincing in surprise. "bitch!"

she flicked on the lamp light on my bedside table and regarded me resentfully, rubbing at her scalp. "did you forget that the party is tonight?"she jerked her head towards my window, the curtains were pulled apart to reveal the dark sky.

i threw a pillow at her as soon as i was fully awake, and stretched my arms above my head, my sore limbs thanking me. "no, i didn't forget. i was getting my beauty rest." i lied.

she crossed her arms over her chest, and i could see that she was well prepared to go out as opposed to me. her chest was accentuated with a low cut top with a lacy design, and she was sporting a black pencil skirt.

"well, your beauty rest has made you resemble a raccoon." she pointed out the smudged makeup enhancing my dark circles. "have you even chosen an outfit?"

she didn't wait for my response and walked over to my closet doors. her hands shoved the wooden doors apart, and she quickly rummaged through the hangers. "i'll do it for you."

i swung my legs over the side of my bed, and got up, worried about what she would decide for me.

"you're going to look bomb as fuck tonight," molly decided, still facing the clothes that were now being thrown onto my unmade bed. luckily, the most scandalous piece that i owned was a black body con dress which was unsurprisingly amongst the other pieces of clothing.

molly noticed that i was looking at that dress and nodded in approval, "yeah, you could wear that, i mean, it might look good on you, possibly. i mean-- you're going to wear that tonight with no exceptions." she hesitated. "luke's going, tonight."

i froze, my hands clutching the plastic hanger with the dress hanging from it, and hoped my face wasn't giving away how i felt. "i'll be sure to throw my drink on him," i said stiffly.

grabbing a random knitted blanket that was on the floor due to my attempts to roll out of bed, molly wrapped it around me gently. "get in the car, you can change then. i don't have time to discuss your devious plans to get his pants wet and off."

"but i'm not-"

"denial is the first step to acceptance, now let's go."

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hey guys!! so this chapter mightve been a lil boring but whenever im reading a fic, i feel as if the character has such underdeveloped relationships w their best friends! it bothers me when the story is ONLY centered around the character and her love interest
it's a bit more realistic this way because i want lydia to be a fully fleshed out developed character for the story to be more detailed and her relationships with other ppl will help that.
thats all! love u guys vote&comment