I pulled into Vee’s driveway and laughed when I saw her burst from the bright red front door. Angry blue eyes glared at me under layers of dark makeup. A ridiculous streak of pink stood out against her black hair and the gothic outfit was something new.
She pulled open the passenger door and threw her bag inside. “You’re late.”
“And you forgot that it’s not Halloween.”
She huffed and climbed in the Jeep. A few seconds later she snapped her head around and raised her eyebrows. “What?”
I chuckled again. “You going to tell me what’s going on here?”
“What are you talking about?”
Reaching over, I lifted the piece of pink hair. “When did you do this?”
She slapped my hand away and crossed her arms. “It’s called fashion, Zach.”
Laughing, I continued. “And what’s with the Beetlejuice eye makeup? You’re scaring me.”
A hint of a smile developed at the corner of her mouth before she snapped her angry façade back into place. “Are we going to sit here all day?”
“Relax, Vee,” I said, putting the Jeep into gear and starting our drive to school.
“Stop calling me that. It’s Vivienne.”
“Okay, whatever,” I said. Shaking my head I prepared for the backlash. “What’s up with you lately, anyway? You’ve been all cranky and menstrual.” Vee punched my arm so hard I winced.
“Hey! You’re the one who just hit me.” My arm started to throb as I turned the steering wheel.
“You deserved it. Why do all you guys think that every time women are in a bad mood it’s because we’re on our period? Did you ever think that maybe we’re just sick of idiots like you.”