Chapter Twelve
I follow Patricia in reluctantly. Her mom smiles at me and tells Patricia to show her around her house.
"Make yourself at home!" she says.
'Right. Like that'll ever happen.' I think to myself.
I paste a smile on my face and thank her. Then I follow Patricia up the stairs.
She stops at a white door that has "Patricia" painted on with gold paint.
I cringe. Of course she wants o show off her room to me first.
She opens the door and allows me to go in.
Again I cringe. Justin Bieber is EVERYWHERE. I hate that annoying little airhead.
Don't judge me, I have my tastes in music.
She throws my bag in a corner and plops onto her queen size bed. It doesn't surprise me that the bedspread is none other than Justin Bieber.
"So... I see you're a "belieber"?" I say, looking around the room.
"Yes," she says coldly. Then she softens. "I also like One Direction," she adds.
"Really? Me too!" I say, almost smiling, but stopping in time, reminding myself that she's is my enemy.
It didn't always be this way. We didn't always hate each other. I shudder. I didn't like to think about it.
I hear a plate smash to the floor followed by yelling.
"Amelia! How could you be so stupid?!" roars an angry voice.
"I'm sorry the dish slipped out of my hand. The soap is slippery!" gasps Patricia's mom.
I hear a slap land on her face and she cries out in pain.
Patricia looks at me with frightened eyes.
"Get in the closet," she whispers, "Dad's in a bad mood.
"What's he gonna do?" I whisper, nervous.
She glances towards her closed bedroom door. "Just get in the closet!"
I tiptoe into it and quietly close the door. Just in time, because her dad bursts through the door.
"What are you doing?" he demands.
"Just catching up on homework," she lies.
"Did you hear anything?" He asks.
"No... I was playing music," she lies smoothly. Wow she's good.
"Alright. When is your friend coming over?" He asks.
"In half an hour," she says.
Crap. How am I supposed to arrive in half an hour when I'm already here?
"Ok," he says. Then he walks out of the room.
I open the door a crack. "Patricia?" I whisper.
"Yeah? You can come out now," she says.
"Great lying, but one small problem."
"Yeah, what?"
"How am I gonna arrive in half an hour without being caught by your dad?"
She goes pale. "I don't know."
DUN DUN DUUUUUN!!!!!! There's a twist!!! Do you like the softer Patricia? Do you like my story? Isn't Jake awesome? Should I bring in another guy? Are regular Pringles better than barbecue Pringles?
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