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.
“Mature, Zach.”
“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.”
Lol that's right girl! We are not always PMSing!
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Hee hee! That's right Vonnie!
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