"Mason, where the hell are you?" I demanded for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
"I'm like, down the road, calm down," he answered, and I scoffed.
"Calm down? Excuse me, but I called you four hours ago. Oh, and thanks for answering this time," I said sarcastically.
"Sorry! I know, I told you twenty minutes, but I got caught up! Hold on, I'm about to pull in," he said, and I watched as his truck drove up next to me.
"Hey, asshole," I said, and Mason threw his hands up in defeat.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'll take you out for ice cream to make up for it," he said, and I immediately forgot about his mistake.
"Fine," I said."But you still owe me."
The next few days went by slowly. For the remainder of the weekend, I slept and caught up on my television. Monday and Tuesday, school droned on and I didn't see Chad, so I only had Kayla to keep me company.
"Where do you think he is?" I asked, and Kayla groaned.
"If you care so much about him, call him and ask him!" She yelled, and I chewed on my lip.
"But that's weird, I'm not his girlfriend or anything," I paused, fiddling with my phone in my hands. "I'll text him."
He texted back almost instantly and said he had been sick and was coming to school tomorrow, and I sighed in relief.
"What, you found out he didn't run away with another girl?" she said. She loved to say things about Chad and I as an item, just to get under my skin.
"Kayla, I wouldn't care. I'm just relieved he's not paralyzed in the hospital... or something," I said defensively.
"Sure," she drawled sarcastically, filing down her nails. We were laying across her living room couch, and I was eating (go figure), while she was making herself look like some kind of doll.
"Why are you doing this again?" I asked, and she put down the nail file and picked up a bottle of white nail polish.
"I'm in the pageant this weekend," she said, and began painting the tips of her nails.
"Why would you choose to do that?" I asked.
"Because, Darling; the winner gets prize money, and I've won a few of these in my time," she answered, trying to sound like an old, wise woman, and I shook my head.
"Ridiculous," I muttered under my breath. Kayla kept painting her nails, while I munched on Doritos.
"You should do it with me!" Kayla exclaimed, and I almost pissed myself from laughing so hard.
"What?" I asked, still laughing.
"You should enter the pageant with me! It'd be fun, please!" She begged, and I shook my head. "Okay, will you at least come and watch?" She asked, and I shoved another chip in my mouth before answering.
"Maybe," I answered, and she sighed dramatically and flopped onto the couch.
"Fine," she said, and I choked down another laugh.
"Fine, I'll go. But I have to go, see you tomorrow," I said before standing up.
"Yes!" Kayla shouted as she shot up and hugged me.
"No, I'm not just gonna walk up to him," I whispered harshly.
"Why not? You have to ask him! You're totally overreacting," Kayla said, and I shushed her.
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Crash and BurnTeen Fiction
When Abigail Hummers moves back home after the "cleansing of her sins", or so what her mother had called it, she rediscovers the place that had turned her to a rebellious child in the first place. When she configures a new best friend and a possible...