No Strings Attached

Chapter One | Strange Encounters

Violet My Kink Mistress: oooouuu there's this new Strip Palace down town!! Let's dine there

Scarlett lil Ho: uhh some of us would like to actually eat and not throw countless bills at lowlifes

Violet My Kink Mistress: your no fun.

Scarlett lil Ho: I'd like to think of myself as the rational type

Raven My Sidekick: more like the ratchet-tional type

You: chill guys let's eat at our usual place. Our heaven. Our love. Our... Eat-out-whatever-place-that-the-squad-always-eat-at place... McDicks.

Raven My Sidekick: im in

Violet My Kink Mistress: same

Scarlett lil Ho: omg u can't be serious there's like straight calories over there

You: well you know where to find us

Violet My Kink Mistress: be there soon

I change out of my sweater and into a floral blue tank top. I let down my wavy, long hair then throw my wallet and cell into my leather brown purse. Before I run out of the house, I slip into my white Converse shoes then yell at Aaron telling him not to burn down the house. I drive to the fast food restaurant where I've always been dining out with my friends.

As soon as I park in a lot, I spot Scarlett getting out of her black convertible. I jump out, waving her down. She's wearing her blue, ripped jeans and a white T-shirt with black Vans. I expected her to change into something more exquisite even though we're about to devour some crispy fries and juicy burgers.

"There you are, Blair," Scarlett exclaims as she comes running towards me with her arms wide open for an embrace.

Scarlett acts chirpy and bright most of the time but that act won't cover up the fact that she slept with most of the guys at our school. Her cherry blossom hair, glowing skin, and luxurious clothing are what really define her personal identity. Scarlett lives on the most richest part of New York City because her parents are loaded with money. Her mother is a famous artist and her father is the editor of New York Times. She may seem like a high-handed, upper class whore but she treats her friends well with loyalty and respect. I've known her since as long as I can remember. Even after her countless hook ups, I still consider her as one of my best friends.

"Scarlett!" She squeezes my guts with a bear hug then smacks my butt. "Hey! No sexual assaults!" We laugh as she holds me at arms length.

"You look beautiful than ever." She stares at me in awe.

"We had lunch together today."

"Still. Let's go inside." Scarlett drops her hands to her sides.

I order fries and Coke Cola but Scarlett only asks for water. We choose a large, round table in the far corner of the restaurant.

My heart beats faster than usual after we sit uncomfortably at our table with our meals. I can feel my cheeks redden, and palms start sweating. I nervously sip on my drink as I stare intently at the Three Musketeers. Jesse, Christian, and Timothy are shouting at each other. I can't hear their conversation but I notice their hatred for one another. They're at a table across from us but they're sitting apart from each other, looking uncomfortable. I begin to wonder what's wrong.