“Uh, thanks, I actually-” I was cut off (thank god) by the voice of a hyperactive teen; Harper.
She hugged Nic tightly and pecked him on the cheek. He turned to his side and squeezed her hand. I saw it clearly. In her eyes, love, and in his eyes, lust.
He turned back his attention to me, and as he opened his mouth to speak, a louder voice from his side spoke up.
“Hi, I’m Harper,” she held out her hand smiling like a two-faced bitch (well maybe to me it seemed that way). Harper looked down at my hand, gesturing that I should shake hers.
God, do I look that different?
I ignored her hand.
Nic turned to her and whispered in her ear lightly. She took a large step back, her smile faded, and her eyes widened.
“COIN?” She shouted a little too loudly.
“It’s you?” She paused, her face puzzled.
“Whoever did this to you is a true miracle worker.” She laughed.
Nic next to her still as a wall. She tapped his shoulder and he let out an artificial laugh.
Harper and I have been enemies since the first grade, so I assumed and am continuing to assume that it is a lifelong hatred.
She focused her attention in 5 seconds, seizing her laugh.
“Well I guess we could give this friendship thing a shot.” She sighed, “Friends?” a faint smile on her face.
I burst into laughter, spat on here shoe, closed my locker, and walked off.
Lol, if only that were possible.
I stook out my hand returning the “friends” statement.
She smiled, grabbed my hand, and dragged me down the hallway.
“Nic, close her locker, bye! Remember to tell Saf that I won’t make it to cheer practice when you go for football!”
“Okay, bye!” He shouted back.
As we walked down the hall, I saw Tia.
“TIA!” I shouted.
She turned her neck so fast, I’m surprised it didn’t break. She fixed her bag and ran towards me. Realizing the person next to me, she slowed down. She now was approaching very slowly.
“Hey?”
“Hey!” Harper said back enthusiastically. “We are friends now. IF you would like to join us at the Japena Carnival later today, we would be pleased to have you.”
Harper moved close to Tia, releasing my arm once and for all.
She bent over and whispered in her ear, “Good job, I didn’t have the guts to do it. And now that you have..” she looked over at me, “it’s for the better.”
I rolled my eyes lightly, hoping she did not see.
Harper backed away from Tia and grabbed her and me by the arms.
“We are going to be great friends. Tia you are rich, Coy is pretty, and I am both.”
We all laughed (me at her stupidity, Tia as well, but her, she thought she was funny).
Ding
The bell sounded loud. I unlatched myself from Harper and smiled at both her and Tia.
“See you guys after school,” I said as I began walking to my first class, Spanish.
“Don’t forget! My house, 6, nice red or blue clothing. The carnival is covered, I am paying!” Harper shouted.
“Okay, bye!” I shouted back.
She and Tia walked off into the same direction. Going into their first classes, Tia, art, and Harper, Orchestra.
Chapter 7
I looked at the clock.
5:36pm.
In 24 minutes, I’d have to go to Harper Fahara’s house to attend a carnival with both her and her friends. Who were now, supposedly, my friends.
I called up Tia.
“Hello” she said sounding nervous.
“What’s wrong?” I said.
“Nothing, just a bit worried about this thing with Harper.”
“Me too!” We both laughed.
“I’ve chosen my outfit… It’s blue.” Tia stated, now sounding confident.
“Oh-” I paused, “I’m going to go red, I just need to pick it out.”
I heard someone shout Tia in the background.
“Yes,” Tia shouted, “Coy, I’m sorry. I gotta go, see you at 7.”
“6!” I shouted.
“6, yeah right, thanks, bye.” she cut the phone.
I walked over to my closet and looked through my jeans. I chose a dark denim short with cuts on the fronts.
“Shirt, shirt, shirt,” I said continuously looking through my tops.
I spotted a red crop top, it cut off in the corners, and it was long sleeve. It was cute.
I got a velvet choker out of my jewelry box. I put on my clothes quickly and entered the bathroom. My curling iron was already plugged in, so I began combing through my hair.
I opened the drawer in the bathroom and brought out a bigger curling barrel to replace the one on the counter.
I placed it in and began curling my hair (Lana Del Rey style).
When I finished, I placed the curling iron back on the counter, and unplugged the tool. After spraying my hair with hairspray, I walked back into my room, getting a glimpse of the clock.
5:52pm.
I screamed loudly, surprisingly the neighbors didn’t call the police.
I ran downstairs to where my shoes were, Nike Air Forces, in white, not black. People who wear black ones truly do not care about their lives. I put them on, grabbed my car key, and went to my car.
Harper’s house was on W Washington Rd, which was 5 minutes away, but it was 5:56.
I drove 7 mph over the speed limit (rebellious, I know) trying to get there in time.
A red light got in my way. Oh fuck. I was at the light for a good two minutes. The lighted flashed green, but the person in front of me was a teen texting their life away.
I honked my horn, which was a bit rude of me, but rough circumstances call for desperate measures. The girl turned around, gave me the stink eye, and continued to text as if it were an
