All I could do in Kristen's Lexus was sip my chai latte as Kristen glared at me. I had insisted on inviting Kori, who, like me, kinda liked surfing. Actually, Kristen was the only one who disliked surfing.
Alicia wanted to learn how, and Claire and Dylan were just beginners. In other words, we actually could do it if we wanted. Kristen only went for the tan and Derrick.
Kemp had taken our unfortunately shared convertible and now I was stuck in the witch herself's car. And keep in mind that she couldn't drive. Claire and Dylan were still learning, because their birthdays were later in the year than the rest of us, Alicia, Kori, and I had already had our tests and licenses, and Kristen didn't bother learning. She relied on other people.
Claire caught my eye from her Cinnamon Dolce Latte. She rolled her eyes at Kristen, who, like me, had gotten a chai latte, but with skim milk and extra whipped cream. I couldn't help but snicker. She was rather skinny, anorexic even.
"Here we are, at the beach!" chirped Kristen's driver, her mother Edna. We piled out of the car; Kori and I rescued our boards. My own purple one was nothing compared to hers-a gorgeous orange one with yellow flowers running a perfect line through the center.
Kristen didn't put on any sunscreen as she set up her chair in the baking sun. Or rather, Dylan did it for her and she plopped down in it. The chair, I mean.
I smirked, making sure to slather liberal amounts of waterproof sunblock as Kori and I prepared to surf.
We clambered into the convertible, majorly relaxed, and I wondered aloud-"Hey Derrick, do you really, truly like Kristen?"
This caused a major silence. We swiveled around to watch the blonde fidget, and I pulled out my cell phone. The Chocolate LG was perfect for filming this.
"Uh…um…"
Plovert started to poke and prod the answer out of him. Cam fixed him with his extremely creepy stare that we have no clue how he had mastered. Josh snorted. "Kemp, get this filmed. Star soccer goalie captain alpha of Briarwood-Octavian Country Day High School is speechless, for once."
"Kristen is a bitch. I admit that truthfully. Layne was alright. Liv was cool. And Kris was awesome before she went all witchy on us. But my latest crush…"
Commence the stares.
"…is Massie."
With that, I sprayed him with my ice cold water bottle.
Was that honestly bad, Mass?
Nope. I still won't admit that you had a great idea, though. Not until I completely digest this roast chicken at least. Then, I'll get in the Cinnamon Bun-induced heaven of a bubble bath, with Play My Music by the Jonas Brothers blaring on my iPod, brush my teeth, type up a quick reply to Liz and Greg-they emailed, by the way-and slip into my covers.
Where was I in all of that?
Don't know, don't care.
A/N: Yup, Kristen really makes the PC her servants. Anyway, I'd like you to review. And give me a good name for the NPC. D Enjoyeth!
Disclaimer: I barely own my laptop. :B
XOXO, Random
