//Elena//
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
I let out an inhumane noise as my alarm clock went off, which sounded annoying as hell, due to the fact that I didn't put a song so basically it was just a blaring noise.
Being the smart person that I am, I forgot to close my curtains all the way last night, leaving a small section open for the sun to welcome itself inside my room.
In attempt to hide from the sun that was now blinding my eyes, I grabbed a pillow and covered my face with it. I had no doubt that I look like a vampire right now.
After about 5 minutes, I checked the time on my phone and realized it was only 6:00am. I didn't have to get ready till like 6:30. To pass time, I went on Twitter and scrolled through my feed, occasionally retweeting.
"@ElenaMarie: Can't believe it's my last first day #bittersweet."
After I hit the tweet button, I locked my phone and went to go pick my outfit.
At a time like this, I would just call Ally and every thing would be fine and dandy. Except she's still mad at me for lashing out at Johnson. I do feel bad, don't get me wrong, but a part of me is still hurt.
Johnson could've at least warned me that Jack was going to be there, especially with Leigh. I could've lived my life not seeing what I did.
I walked towards my closet and began rummaging through my clothes, which wasn't really a variety of options.
"I need clothes," I said out loud to myself.
"I agree," said a voice with a giggle at the end.
wait what.
I immediately spun around, getting in a self defense position, which probably made me look like an idiot. My heart was beating out of its chest in fear, thinking that someone had broken in.
Once I saw those familiar stilettos, a smile broke out on my face. Ally immediately came up to me and hugged me. Of course I returned the gesture.
"Lena I'm so sorry for everything, I shouldn't have said any of that yesterday. I don't want a boy to come between us. Ever."
I never thought she'd be the first to apologize but at times like this, I realize how much our friendship truly means to her.
"No, don't be sorry Alls, it's my fault I was angry and Johnson didn't deserve any of the crap I said to him yesterday."
She pulled out of the hug and that's when I noticed she had tears in her eyes.
I like that this isn't your typical, Over-dramatic-girls-who-cry-for-every-thing-because-they-are-drama queens-crying, but more like we were crying because our friendship means too much and we almost lost it.
"Johnson said he was sorry for not telling you because he knew if he had told you beforehand, being the stubborn Elena that you are, you would've literally walked to the dance."
I couldn't help but let out a small laugh in agreement, knowing I probably would've done just that.
"Don't worry, he shouldn't be sorry. I'm gonna make it up to him at school."
Ally gave me a warm smile while wrapping me in her embrace once more and pulled back with a full grown smile on her face.
"Okay enough of this, we've got bigger problems."
I knitted my eyebrows together and she just laughed pointing towards my closet.
"Right. Let's get to work shall we?" I laughed, a feeling of warmth settling in my chest.
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promise | j.g
Teen Fiction//prom.ise// noun definition: assurance that one will do a particular thing with no intention of breaking it .... lower caps intended. ©simplygilinsky_