Chapter 4: Best Friends
In the last thirty minutes, I'd dressed (in a plain white v-neck, shorts and sandals); I'd pulled my copper hair into a curly, messy pony tail; made my face perfect and said goodbye to both my brother and mother.
Before going to Jocelyn's, I stopped at Blockbuster, because it was my turn. I was skimming the shelves at the moment, let's see… Breakfast Club? Check. Pretty in Pink? Check. Sixteen Candles? Check. The Notebook? Check.
Cheesy corny, romance movies? Hell yes.
I turned on my heel and walked over to the counter. I fished through my cart again, making sure I had everything. I placed the movies on the counter and began to look through my wallet hoping I had the correct amount.
"Will that be all?"
I froze in place. That voice. Slowly, I rose my head to look at the cashier. Pierce Riley. Wasn't it just the luck?
There was a flicker of amusement in his gaze before he regained his composure. "Will that be all, miss?" he repeated. There was a small smirk that I had the deepest urge to wipe of his face. My shock disappeared and my eyes narrowed.
"Miss?" he chuckled deeply.
"Yes," I looked down at his name tag, "Price, that'll be all." His eyes narrowed at me, and I returned the smirk he'd once had. But the dark look in his eyes had a sinister humor that almost made me want to laugh. For some reason, surrounded by all these strangers, I didn't have to be who I was with everyone else. I could be the sarcastic girl inside that always made the "duh!" comments.
"Alright, ma'am, $14.97."
"Thank you, Price."
I think we would have continued glaring at each other (despite the mild humor we both found in it) unless the person behind me coughed. I jumped, and swiped up my bag. "Good bye, Price."
"Ma'am," he replied.
As I left to the sound of the obnoxious door bell, I laughed. I just… laughed. I couldn't help it. It was just… funny. I have no idea why. But the entire exchange in Blockbuster, and outside Robbie's house… it was entertaining in of itself.
I caught my breath, climbed into Jocelyn's car and sped in the direction of her house.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" Jocelyn screamed, leaping from her spot on the couch. "Owww…" she said immediately after, clutching her forehead.
"I talked to Pierce."
"MR. HOTTY-SHMOTTY RILEY?" she squealed.
"Well, it was inevitable seeing as he worked at the store," I shook my head in shame. Jocelyn (as drunk and vain as she was) was my best friend and if I was going to tell anyone (my version) of what happened at Blockbuster, it'd be her.
"OH MY GOD! HE'S SOOO SEXY!" she continued. Concentration wasn't a regular practice of Jocelyn's. I giggled.
"Alright, Joce, what next? Pretty in Pink or Sixteen Candles?"
"HOW CAN I CONCENTRATE ON A MOVIE WHEN MY BEST FRIEND TALKED TO Pierce Riley," she whispered the last part, as if she were afraid someone were going to hear. I laughed at her. This was a cherry on top of a perfect day. My best friend was always entertaining, or annoying (she only had two majors).
"Fine, Joce, what in the world could you possibly want to know?"
"What did he say?" Her eyes bugged out.
"'Is this all?'- a couple of times, I was a little surprised," I blushed at the right moment, "I said yes and I paid and took my bags." I shrugged, like it was no big deal; which it clearly wasn't to Jocelyn.
"HOLY SHIT!" Jocelyn jumped on the couch repeatedly. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! Woah," she calmed slightly.
"So, do you like him?" she asked bluntly popping some fat-free popcorn in her mouth. I thought of my immediate answer: No. Of course not. How could you think such a thing, Joce? And then the truth: I don't know, maybe.
"No, of course not. Really, Joce? The school outcast?"
"YOU DO LIKE HIM!"
I raised an eyebrow at her. "What?" she said, astonished, "you do."
I couldn't have Jocelyn knowing that I may like him. No. Not Jocelyn.
"Ugh, Joce, no I don't." I ground my teeth together. "Liar," she spat the word like poison and stormed off out of the living room.
So, I don't really keep things from Jocelyn. I've never had to, really. I mean the worst thing she knows about me is that I don't like partying (though, she thinks I'm insane) and my first kiss was with pizza face Bobby Fitzpatrick in the sixth grade (during a game of seven minutes in heaven). And even though she may be one of "us", she's never ratted on me or told a secret. And she knows this.
God, she probably hates me because I won't tell her one secret.
Now she may be the admirable person I described earlier, but she's still an obnoxious brat sometimes. She's just one of those people that want what they want and they want it now.
She was also my best friend.
And for this reason, I rose from the couch and entered her kitchen. She sat on the counter, scooping rocky-road into her mouth with a large spoon. As I entered she squeezed her eyes shut tightly and scrunched up her nose. Brain freeze.
When she opened her eyes again they were slightly watery. Her eyes turned to a piercing glare the second she saw me. I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall.
"So what, Joce, if I like him? Hmm…? Would it really be all that?"
Jocelyn gave me a long, hard look. She stuck the spoon in the half-melted rocky road and crossed her arms at me. "Not to me, Nessie," she said, a sad look crossing her face. "But, to Zachery and Camilla and all of our friends back at Lincoln High, yeah, it'll matter. It'll matter a lot."
I sighed. I already knew this. I'd thought it over after the "incident" at Blockbuster. But… I don't know.
"It'll definitely cost you your spot in Lincoln High Royalty. In fact, you'll go from the top to the bottom."
A silence filled the air. I could tell she was thinking about what she would do if I really wanted this… wanted him. And I was thinking everything over; the entire situation.
"Well, I'm your best friend. And as your best friend it's my duty to be loyal. And so… if you go, I'll abdicate my thrown, too." She smiled at me. And at that moment I couldn't help but run across the kitchen and hug her tighter than ever.
I'd underestimated her. Maybe I wasn't the best friend I'd ought to be.
"Still… I don't know."
"Look at it this way," Jocelyn said, taking the spoon out again and waving it at me, "If he asks you out, what would you say?"
I told her my immediate, truthful answer: "Yes."
"Then, that's all there is to it. But, don't throw away the crown just yet… wait till he asks you. I need to milk this while I can anyways," she smirked, taking a huge scoop of ice cream. I rolled my eyes at her, "How do you know he'll ask me?"
"Duh!" Jocelyn looked at me, "He'd be crazy if he didn't." She rolled her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I smiled brightly at the girl; I was more appreciative of the amazing best friend now than I ever had before.
"So," I was ready to ask the question she'd mentally begged me to ask all day, "How was Robbie?"
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