The Target of my Vengeance

Chapter 1- Let's Get Planning Girls!

I knew I was running out time, and most importantly, out of breath.

Jesus, why am I so unhealthy?

"Yes!", I scream as I sink the last ball. "I did it! I won and you lost. Ha ha, suck it."

My best friend Macy, looked at me with a scowl on her sun kissed skin. She raised her eyebrow slightly, and put her hands on her hips, "Girl, you only won because you're practically here every day playing these games." She shook her head, collected her tickets (which is was a lot less than mine), and walked to the ticket booth.

She was right, I was here every damn day, but what can I say? I just love the arcades and there's nothing wrong with that. A girl my age could be doing a lot worse than going to the arcade, and trust me, I know exactly what most teenagers are getting up to now. Which is where our other best friend comes into play. Carlie is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She could walk Into the room and all eyes would be on her. And who could blame them? She was quite tall, for a girl at least, which gained her a lot of attention. Her hair was a deep brown colour, almost black in the right lighting, and ended at her lower back in soft waves. Her eyes were cat-like, and a deep chocolate brown.

As much as she had such flawless beauty, that I envied with every part of my insecure self, her personality was a downfall. I'm not saying that she's a bad person; she's funny, loves her family, and is always down to do anything, but she loves herself A LOT! I know that society has entered an age where everyone loves themselves, which everyone should, however, she loves herself so much that she has become a vain person, which in turn has resulted in her treating people badly if she sees them as disposable. Which is how she's treating her current boyfriend, or fling, Parker. He's not an angel, not by far, but cheating on him with his older cousin isn't exactly great. Although as much as I disapprove of her actions, she's still my best friend, which is why I'd never tell her secret or let anyone say anything bad about her.

"Omg! No way! This can't be happening. Why would he do that. What a dick. What's going to happen now?", Macy exclaimed into her phone, gaining my full interest.

"What's going on? Tell me! I need to know", I whined into her ear, hanging off her shoulders trying to listen in.

"Wait a goddam minute, Cee. Nola is telling me all the details", I sulked but remained quiet anyway.

Nola is the fourth and final person in our little group. She's the quiet one out of all of us, ridiculously smart and extremely adorable. She's also the one who holds our group together, which is probably why she's called Macy with some drama that we can all gossip about.

I looked over at Macy and quickly realised she was going to be a while on the phone, so I decided to play some more basketball. I was just about to beat my high score, when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me off the ground.

"Hey, get off me man!", I squealed as my friend, Tristan spun me around.

"I missed you so much," he came in for a hug and started squeezing.

"Can't- br-e-ethe...".

I struggled but finally managed to push him off. I looked up at him, taking note of his slightly longer hair and facial stubble. Tristan was two years older than me, but we became great friends at a young age when his younger brother, Cole, was bullying me and Tristan put him in his place and saved me from his torture. Ever since then we became good friends, even though I hated his asshole of a brother. Recently, however, I haven't had his protection due to him moving away for university.

"Oh my god! I can't believe you're back. I thought you wasn't returning for two more weeks." I jumped into his arms once again.

"I wasn't meant to, but my exams finished faster than I thought so here I am. I wanted to see my little Cee and make sure you're okay,".