I propped my feet on the other and pushed my sleeves above my elbows and then sighed. Why are those two bitches late?
I lit a cigarette and took a drag, gazing at the ceiling. The door opened, letting in some light in the dim room.
“God, why is it pitch dark in here?” hushed Amelia, as she pushed the door open with her foot.
I shrugged, “What took you so long?”
She rolled her eyes, “Julian.”
I smirked. Julian takes forever to get ready, not because of making up and dressing, hell, no. But this girl takes forever to take a shower and remember what she’s supposed to do.
Amelia huffed and sat on the table, where the cards are ready to be played. Her red hair fell in layers around her shoulders, and her green eyes looked tired with what looked like a lack of sleep. I loved the way freckles covered her nose and cheeks, but she always hated them. I think she hates them because of inheriting them from the mother who left her young more than how she looks with them.
“Okay, where is she?” I asked.
Amelia shrugged. “Went to this shop at the corner.”
“Why?” I frowned.
“God knows why,” said Amelia. “So, why did you call us?”
I put my legs on the table and smirked, “Let our third party come first.”
Amelia scoffed and took out her phone, she typed and then dialed.
“Where are you, Jules?” she said, impatiently. “Okay, can you hurry up? I don’t know, but it looks like Eva got us fun things to do...yeah...Oh, can you bring me a lollipop with you?”
She hanged up and placed her phone on the table and then looked at me with mischief in her eyes.
“Fun?” she smirked.
“Loads of it,” I smirked.
The door kicked opened, and Julian appeared, holding a plastic bag and a cup of steaming drink. She closed the door and walked to the table, throwing the plastic bag on it, the contents falling out. She brought chips bags, lollipops, chewing gums, and chocolate.
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” I asked, opening a chips bag.
She smirked, “Nope.”
“Well,” I said, taking a chip. “I love you.”
“Ways more, bitch,” she smiled. She sat on the seat next to me and took the chocolate.
“Can you tell us what fun we’re having now?” asked Amelia, licking her lollipop.
“Okay,” I said, tieing my chestnut brown hair into a ponytail. “Aaron called.”
Both girls froze and looked at me with wide eyes. I smiled slowly and nodded.
Julian put her cup on the table with a loud thud, “What took you so long to tell us?”
“I called on you the moment he called,” I said with a hard expression.
“Really?” she said, impatiently. “You should’ve told us he called. Not waiting for us to come in here.”
“It isn’t my fault you were wasting our time in the shop!”
“I didn’t know it was this important!” she snapped and then looked at the chips bag in my hand. “And you weren’t complaining minutes earlier.”
“Guys,” said Amelia with an exasperated sigh. “Can you stop it? What did Aaron say, Eva?”
I looked at Julian pointedly and then back to Amelia, “He wants us back.”
“He wants us back?” both girls repeated.
“That’s what I said,” I shrugged, and threw a chip in my mouth.
“I can’t understand, why?” asked Julian.
“Got no idea,” I replied. “But if there is anything I’m good in, it’s working with that guy.”
“But we left him for obvious reasons, Eva,” said Amelia. “We can’t go back to it all.”
“I’ve made my mind already,” I said with a shrug.
“Without discussing?” scoffed Julian.
“I’ve made my mind for myself, Jules,” I explained. “I’m in. You decide for yourself.”
Amelia rolled her eyes, “Can you stop acting like a child. Of course, we’re in.”
“Talk for yourself,” muttered Julian.
“You’re not in?” I smirked.
“Of course I am,” she said, rolling her eyes.
I smiled, and stood up, “Okay then. He says we should meet him in the C&S park and talk.”
“Why not in the headquarters?” asked Amelia.
“He has his own reasons,” I said.
“If this guy doesn’t trust us, what is the point of going back to work with him?” asked Julian.
I frowned and picked up another chip, “Jules, he’s not my boyfriend, I don’t need him to trust me. I don’t completely trust him either.”
Amelia nodded, folding her arms, “Eva’s right.”
Julia shrugged, “Okay, but if this guy does anything, I swear I’m going to choke him.”
“Save your energy,” I said, quietly looking at the table. “If Aaron gives me one reason to not trust him anymore, I’m going to make sure nothing ends well for him.”
Amelia nodded with a small smile, “Everything settled?”
I nodded and smiled at them, “Yeah. All settled. Got to go. I hate leaving mom alone late at night.”
“Yeah, dad and Chris are probably waiting,” said Amelia.
Jules laughed, “No one to wait for me.”
We laughed and left the small studio Julian’s father bought us. This man owns a shit load of money that he doesn’t know how to really use.
I mounted my motorbike, wore my helmet, and left my two friends climbing in Amelia’s car. I drove past limits - as if it was something I don’t do constantly - and arrived at the house in five minutes. What a record.
I unlocked the main door, and walked inside, meeting mom in the hall. Well, a furious mom, to be accurate.
“You’re past curfew!” she snapped.
I sighed and then smiled, “I thought there was something else. Thank god.”
“Are you stupid?!” she shouted. “You’re past curfew! You’re grounded!”
“Grounded?” I asked. “I’m sorry, I don’t do that.”
She yelled, “I’m going to tell your father!”
I shook my head, “The father who left us to Calfornia? Who’s probably hooked up with some woman now? It’s none of his business.”
She closed her eyes, “No, he - he’s not hooked!”
I sighed. I’m sure he is.
“I know, he probably isn’t,” I lied, and went to kiss her on the forehead. “But even if he did? There are a lot of men who’d look for you better, mom. And listen to this: a strong woman never needs a man to look after her. We’re better left alone.”
She smiled and hugged me, “I’m proud of you.”
I smiled and walked up the stairs, and called after me, “And, mom, I don’t have a curfew. Even if you think I do, I’ll never be back before it.”
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