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After school on Tuesday, I met up with my BFF’s Neicey and Vanessa and we drove to Vanessa’s place. It had been a while since we had just chilled, watched TV and gossiped- actually, that hadn’t happened since the accident so I was looking forward to some juicy gossip. But all the girls wanted to hear about was Spencer, who they’d never met but all seemed to adore. Which was cool with me.
Not the fact that they adored him. The fact that I could talk about him without appearing borderline obsessive, since they were the ones who had asked me to talk about him. Anyway.
Lying down on the carpeted floor in Vanessa’s room, I told them all about what happened at Toys R Us.
Vanessa was in rapture. “Aw, it’s so sweet! He loves you and you’re into him as well!”
She looked like she was about to start planning the wedding breakfast, or at the very least me and Spencer’s first date. I had to set her ass straight.
“Hell no, Van, I don’t like him,” I griped, sounding more like a petulant 3 year old than a mature, sane 17 year old diva. I guess all those hours playing Assassin’s Creed with Jesse had rubbed on to me.
“So why do you glow whenever you or someone else says his name?” Neicey put in. I glared at her. She is dating my brother after all. I thought she’d be on my side. And what glow? I don’t get a glow when I hear Spencer’s name. I think.
“Spencer, Spencer, Spencer!” Vanessa chanted until I hit her in the face with a well aimed cushion.
“Shut up, you guys!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands over my ears. Neicey fell about laughing and I threw a cushion at her too but she dodged it.
“Not until you admit it,” Vanessa exclaimed. She raised her voice. “You are in love with the guy that saved your life! It’s what fairytales are made off!”
Personally, I think that Vanessa would be right at home in Fairyland, with her long, curly black hair, small features and petite body. Though we’d have a hard time explaining the ass. Vanessa has an ass Jay-Lo would be jealous of. She’s 100 % Boriqua and loves it. Usually, I love her too, but I don’t tell her that.
Neicey is the ghetto princess. She’s tall, bootylicious and has an attitude as tall as her hair, which is in an afro this week. She’s been dating Jayden for two years and I have to thank her for keeping him on the straight and narrow. I think he’s scared of her though. Neicey can be scary.
“Okay, so the guy is cute and I am a tiny bit attracted to him, but he’s definitely not my type,” I admitted grudgingly. I can lie to myself, but lying to these girls always gets me into trouble. And I was a bit attracted to him. I mean, he saved my life and he was flirting with me. Plus he was sexy as hell. If I wasn’t attracted to him I would belong in a mental asylum!
“Oh, not your type, hmm?” sang Vanessa mockingly.
“Pray tell us exactly what your type is?” Neicey asked politely, a smirk on her face. I shrugged indifferently.
“You know the guys I’ve dated, you know my type,” I said evasively. Vanessa sat up on her bed, an evil smile on her face.
“You mean Chris Matthews, the captain of the football team, or Tony Davidson, the school honor student, or Fred Terrence, the captain of the Chess club?” she asked me, a teasing tone in her voice. I hid my face in my hands. “Elektra, you don’t have a type! You date anyone! You don’t discriminate! You’re a ho!”
Classic Vanessa rant.
“Well, you don’t know this guy,” I muttered. “He’s the kind of guy who can have anyone he wants and he prolly does have any girl he wants. I’m not gonna say why would he know me coz duh!” I pointed to my ass and Vanessa burst out laughing. “I just don’t wanna be a statistic.”
Neicey snorted and said “Look girl, any guy who says you’re beautiful is not thinking about statisticizing you.”
I giggled at her made up word but corrected her ass. “He said my mom was beautiful.”
“But he said she looked a lot like you,” Vanessa added.
“I’m so sure you guys were there,” I muttered sarcastically.
“Well, if you sure you don’t want him, let me at him!” Vanessa grinned.
“Pfft! He doesn’t like girls like you,” I told her haughtily.
“What are girls like me?” Vanessa asked inquisitively.
Neicey, who had been relatively quiet for a while (she was chatting with Jayden on Vanessa’s computer) turned in the swivel computer seat and said “Easy.”
We all cracked up laughing uncontrollably like the crazy ladies we undoubtedly are.
“But I really wanna meet him,” Vanessa whined when we had calmed down some. “Coz I don’t like the idea of a yummy guy going to waste coz Elektra you’re too dumb to take this chance.”
I shrugged. “Whatever. Meet him, I don’t care. But you’ll see that he’s not all that.”
Neicey burst out in derisive laughter.
“Please, Elektra! Any guy who possesses the ability to make you look so dreamy and happy and spaced out -you, Elektra West- is most definitely ‘all that’.”
Rude. Definitely rude.
“Why do you say that?” I asked cynically.
“Coz you’re so hard to please,” Neicey replied, Vanessa nodding in agreement. I rolled my eyes. Bad move.
In unison, Neicey and Vanessa yelled “Aw, how cute!” and burst out laughing. I groaned. Sometimes I wonder why I tell those damn girls everything!
Not the fact that they adored him. The fact that I could talk about him without appearing borderline obsessive, since they were the ones who had asked me to talk about him. Anyway.
Lying down on the carpeted floor in Vanessa’s room, I told them all about what happened at Toys R Us.
Vanessa was in rapture. “Aw, it’s so sweet! He loves you and you’re into him as well!”
She looked like she was about to start planning the wedding breakfast, or at the very least me and Spencer’s first date. I had to set her ass straight.
“Hell no, Van, I don’t like him,” I griped, sounding more like a petulant 3 year old than a mature, sane 17 year old diva. I guess all those hours playing Assassin’s Creed with Jesse had rubbed on to me.
“So why do you glow whenever you or someone else says his name?” Neicey put in. I glared at her. She is dating my brother after all. I thought she’d be on my side. And what glow? I don’t get a glow when I hear Spencer’s name. I think.
“Spencer, Spencer, Spencer!” Vanessa chanted until I hit her in the face with a well aimed cushion.
“Shut up, you guys!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands over my ears. Neicey fell about laughing and I threw a cushion at her too but she dodged it.
“Not until you admit it,” Vanessa exclaimed. She raised her voice. “You are in love with the guy that saved your life! It’s what fairytales are made off!”
Personally, I think that Vanessa would be right at home in Fairyland, with her long, curly black hair, small features and petite body. Though we’d have a hard time explaining the ass. Vanessa has an ass Jay-Lo would be jealous of. She’s 100 % Boriqua and loves it. Usually, I love her too, but I don’t tell her that.
Neicey is the ghetto princess. She’s tall, bootylicious and has an attitude as tall as her hair, which is in an afro this week. She’s been dating Jayden for two years and I have to thank her for keeping him on the straight and narrow. I think he’s scared of her though. Neicey can be scary.
“Okay, so the guy is cute and I am a tiny bit attracted to him, but he’s definitely not my type,” I admitted grudgingly. I can lie to myself, but lying to these girls always gets me into trouble. And I was a bit attracted to him. I mean, he saved my life and he was flirting with me. Plus he was sexy as hell. If I wasn’t attracted to him I would belong in a mental asylum!
“Oh, not your type, hmm?” sang Vanessa mockingly.
“Pray tell us exactly what your type is?” Neicey asked politely, a smirk on her face. I shrugged indifferently.
“You know the guys I’ve dated, you know my type,” I said evasively. Vanessa sat up on her bed, an evil smile on her face.
“You mean Chris Matthews, the captain of the football team, or Tony Davidson, the school honor student, or Fred Terrence, the captain of the Chess club?” she asked me, a teasing tone in her voice. I hid my face in my hands. “Elektra, you don’t have a type! You date anyone! You don’t discriminate! You’re a ho!”
Classic Vanessa rant.
“Well, you don’t know this guy,” I muttered. “He’s the kind of guy who can have anyone he wants and he prolly does have any girl he wants. I’m not gonna say why would he know me coz duh!” I pointed to my ass and Vanessa burst out laughing. “I just don’t wanna be a statistic.”
Neicey snorted and said “Look girl, any guy who says you’re beautiful is not thinking about statisticizing you.”
I giggled at her made up word but corrected her ass. “He said my mom was beautiful.”
“But he said she looked a lot like you,” Vanessa added.
“I’m so sure you guys were there,” I muttered sarcastically.
“Well, if you sure you don’t want him, let me at him!” Vanessa grinned.
“Pfft! He doesn’t like girls like you,” I told her haughtily.
“What are girls like me?” Vanessa asked inquisitively.
Neicey, who had been relatively quiet for a while (she was chatting with Jayden on Vanessa’s computer) turned in the swivel computer seat and said “Easy.”
We all cracked up laughing uncontrollably like the crazy ladies we undoubtedly are.
“But I really wanna meet him,” Vanessa whined when we had calmed down some. “Coz I don’t like the idea of a yummy guy going to waste coz Elektra you’re too dumb to take this chance.”
I shrugged. “Whatever. Meet him, I don’t care. But you’ll see that he’s not all that.”
Neicey burst out in derisive laughter.
“Please, Elektra! Any guy who possesses the ability to make you look so dreamy and happy and spaced out -you, Elektra West- is most definitely ‘all that’.”
Rude. Definitely rude.
“Why do you say that?” I asked cynically.
“Coz you’re so hard to please,” Neicey replied, Vanessa nodding in agreement. I rolled my eyes. Bad move.
In unison, Neicey and Vanessa yelled “Aw, how cute!” and burst out laughing. I groaned. Sometimes I wonder why I tell those damn girls everything!
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