Forever Imprinted.

Chapter Seven- Before.

Chapter Seven- Before.

-In Arguments.

A/N. Drop the name of your story in comments section if you want me to check it out. And totally unedited so ignore spelling erros and werid stuff, yeah.

“No relationship is perfect. It’s okay to have arguments once you patch things up afterwards.”

Clothes flew from one side of my room to the other. A strange noise escaped my lips; a mixture of a groan and sob. Or maybe it was an animal’s mating call.

I groaned once more as I flopped down on my bed. Tears were streaming down my face. It wasn’t my fault I was like this. It wasn’t any woman’s fault. Someone with a sick, twisted sense of humor fault was at fault. Mother Nature. Aunt Flow. Whoever the hell they were. I hated them. I was always this way a few days before Niagara Falls began flowing.

I found myself going through my closet again. It didn’t make much sense. Most of my clothes were on the ground. I wasn’t one of those girls. That’s the first thing. I didn’t wear four each heels in the snow.

Props to Blake Lively for rocking it damn well with a baby bump though.

However, I myself couldn’t and wouldn’t even attempt it. I was the type of girl to wear a pair of jeans and a band shirt to school with a pair of black converse. I wasn’t like Carly. I couldn’t wear stylish blouse that were extremely uncomfortable with bras. And I most definitely couldn’t wear wedge heels during gym class.

But then again, neither could Carly, considering she did sprained her ankle that class.

Honestly if you asked me she should have broken something. But no one asked me, now did they.

I grinned to myself. Ever since I started dating James I haven’t been afraid to say what’s really on my mind. And I didn’t feel guilty when I thought about it either. I always had to watch my mouth when around Carly. One wrong word and she would explode fastest than an egg placed in a microwave.

I haven’t talked to Carly since that night. When she basically said she didn’t even think of me as her friend and I was a freak. It had been a few months and I’d be lying if I had said I didn’t miss her. Sure, sometimes she was a shitty friend, but still. I knew I had James now but just because I gained one friend didn’t mean I had to lose another.

But then maybe Carly wasn’t my friend.

I sighed. Carly may not have been a good friend but she would know what to do in a situation like this.

I didn’t want to go but James was my boyfriend and according to the magazines I read- because I’m that desperate- it’s part of the girlfriend duties.

I had to meet James friends. But not just at a bowling rink –which I was good at- or a diner or something. No. I had to meet them at a party. What was the sense when they were gonna be drunk half way through the night?

Not only that but I didn’t have anything to wear. I knew James’ friends and also their girlfriends. They were very judgmental.

I was about to go through my clothes again when my bedroom door was slightly pushed open and then Carly entered. Because apparently knocking’s out of fashion. So last season.

“Hey,” Carly squeaked as she clutched a bag to her chest.

“Hey Car,” I smiled at her while internally flipping myself for being so easy on her.

“I brought a peace offering,” she told me and handed me the bag.

“My friendship can’t just be bought-” I cut myself off as I peeked inside the bag. Clothes. Heels. Make-up.