Chapter 2 2

2

Sophia's POV

I knocked on the door of Jenny's house once and waited patiently for her to come get the door. It took a while before she came to open the door. Immediately she did that, she turned around and began walking to the direction of the stairs sluggishly.

"Uh...what's wrong with you?" I asked with a raised brow as I walked in and shut the door behind me. Clearly something was wrong with her...or she just woke up. That was probably the better option.

"Just...keep quiet, I'm trying to get back to my beauty sleep," she mumbled as she trudged up the stairs. I rolled my eyes. Of course she was only acting this way because she had just woken up.

"Maybe I should just go back home if you're that displeased with my presence," I joked, feigning annoyance as I spun around on my heels and began to walk to the door.

"Jeez, you can't even take a little play?" She grumbled. "Fine. I'm sorry. You know I'm pleased by your presence. Don't go," she said in a robotic voice.

I chuckled and shook my head as I turned around and walked to the couch, dropping my bag. She slumped on the couch opposite me and buried her face in the pillow. She let out a dramatic scream.

I rolled my eyes but chuckled. Jenny was the overdramatic kind and I had gotten used to it. I wouldn't even ask for another best friend. And I even enjoyed her dramatic antics most of the time.

"Why didn't you call me to tell me you were still coming?" She groaned. "I wouldn't have gone to bed. And now you have ruined my sleep."

I scoffed, raising my brow. "I didn't think you'd be asleep by-" I paused to check the time on my phone. "6pm?"

"I was napping. I wasn't expecting you to come," she answered with a casual shrug.

"Why not?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because," she answered. "You didn't seem like you were going to ask your parents."

"Yeah well mom was against it at first," I answered. "I was able to convince her. Okay, maybe manipulate her a bit. But it worked anyways and now I'm here. When are we going?"

Jenny's face brightened up instantly. She has always been, and will always be an advocate for doing bad things. Like what we were about to do now. She grinned at me. "I don't know...I guess, 9pm?"

"Will your parents not find out that we're going out at that time of the night? I thought one of your neighbors, was like, a spy for your mom and dad?" I asked and she nodded.

"Yeah, but then I already told her that we were going for s reading sleepover at Veronica's house." She shot me a devilish grin. I raised a brow at her.

"Who is Veronica?" I asked.

"No one," she exclaimed and burst into laughter. I shook my head.

"How are we going to get I to the club anyways?" I asked her. "Are you even sure we should go?"

"Uh. Yes, duh! After this, we might not be chanced to go again," she said, getting up from the couch and rushing to come and sit next to me. "Monday is our last exam on high school. You wouldn't have any excuse to come and spend the night with me or whatever. And besides my mom is flying me out of the country once my exams are over. Your parents know you don't have any other friend than me so it simply means we most likely would not have the opportunity to do this again."

I bit my lip. She was right. I wouldn't have the opportunity to do this again, with her. Until I get into college and there was a high chance that wasn't going to come to the same college as I was. Her parents were planning on enrolling her into some fancy private college although she wanted to come to the same one as me.

I sighed. "Okay, fine. But how are getting in anyways? I don't want any security to come and escort me out of the club. That would be too embarrassing. I wouldn't be able to handle that level of embarrassment." I pouted.

"Oh you ought to have known that I got us covered," she answered and winked at me. "Come, let's go to my room. We need to get you dressed. And your hair, dear God. I can't take you out with your hair like this," she complained as she dragged me off the chair and dragged me up the stairs.

"Why? What's wrong with my hair?" I asked, suddenly feeling self conscious and I touched my hair. I had oiled it very well before I left so that the coils wouldn't get entangled. And I had made it I to a sleek ponytail and it seemed pretty okay.

"Nothing. I just don't like it that way. How about I help you straighten it huh?" She asked and continued without waiting for my reply. "Yes, we'll straighten it. Oh, and do you want a dress or a skirt?"

"Skirt and t-" I began but she cut me off.

"Yes. A dress will be nicer. I have a lot of them. And we're the same size anyways so it will fit you perfectly," she answered and forced me to sit in front of her vanity mirror.

She quickly untied my hair and combed it before straightening it so it was now falling to my hips. Then the helped me with a little bit of make up. It was mainly mascara and lip-gloss though. After that, she looked for clothes to give me and she wouldn't even let me pick the one I wanted.

After a while, she settled on a green, off-shoulder, mid-thigh length dress that she hadn't worn before. It was tight on my body and I felt a little bit uncomfortable with it but she brushed it off. She gave me a pair of heels to go with it and then she quickly went to freshen up and then dress up.

"We're ready to go," she answered as she came out of her closet, looking gorgeous. "Oh and, here's your ID." She handed me a fake ID. "Let's go."