The 1 Rule - haobin

day out

"What do you want, Ricky?" I ask out loud, phone in my hand. Obviously, I'm deeply annoyed. This boy had the audacity to wake me up at 8 in the morning by calling me. Who even wakes up at that time on weekends?

"How do you like the idea of going to buy ice cream?"

" Will Cho be there?"

"no?"

"Then I'm not interested," I reply, hanging up on Ricky. 

"Who the fuck would call you at this time?" Jude says loudly, probably even more annoyed than me from being woken up at this time.

"Ricky."

"Oh," she says and then covers herself in her blankets once again.

"Jude?"

"Hm?" 

"How do you like the idea of going to buy ice cream?" I ask

"Ew, no. I don't want to be seen going outside with you. That's embarrassing" Jude replies, her tone of voice disgusted

"I'll pay," I say, and almost immediately, Jude pops her head up from under the covers

"You'll pay?" she asks, and fakes thinking about it "Fine, I guess..." she says finally, rolling her eyes

"Do you mind if I invite Cho?" I ask

"Who's Cho?"

"The girl you saw a few days ago"

"I don't mind" she replies and then walks inside my bathroom to change. I take my phone and text her.

Cho

hey

wanna get ice cream with me and my sister?

seen at 8:09

sure!

txt me when you're nearly there

since it's rll close to my house

alr

I'll txt you later

seen at 8:11

I get up from my warm bed and drag myself to my closet, looking for anything that would be good for the weather outside. I decide on a simple white dress shirt and some blue jeans. I dress fast and knock on my bathroom door

"What's taking you so long? Hurry up" I say, annoyed

"Give me a second" Jude replies, sounding even more annoyed. I sigh and sit on the floor waiting for her to come out. Honestly, now that I think about it, Jude isn't as bad as he thought. He's never really had full conversations with her until this week, and even if she's a brat, at least she's not all bad. I hear the door open and Jude walks out. 

"Hurry up, I'm hungry," she says. I nod and walk into the bathroom to wash my teeth. A big bag with a label that says 'important' and is full of makeup stands by the side of the sink. I look into it and notice that, to my pleasure, Jude put the cream I gave her yesterday into the bag. Nevertheless, I don't understand why she needs so much makeup. She never even does the basics, like mascara or lip tint or anything.