A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I've really sick and haven't been able to post anything on here or Facebook. If any of you can do me the favor of announcing when I post on here in the Facebook groups.I usually post like the No Rules or Plot bunny Groups, I'd be forever grateful.
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"Really? Who?" I ask, confused.
"Someone by the name of Angela Webber?" Dax replies as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
Wait, what is she doing here? We don't have a shift until later today… unless...
"Who is that?" Mawmaw asks me.
"She's a friend from work. I better go see what's wrong." I say rushing towards the door.
She was standing outside the door, pacing as she waited.
"Ang, what happened? Are you alright?" I asked.
She jumped a foot in the air at my sudden appearance.
"Bella! You're not going to believe who Ben and I ran into recently!" She squeaked.
"Who?" I asked as I led her to the patio chairs.
"Do you remember Lauren from when we were in school?" She asked, practically bouncing in her chair.
"Mallory or… Stevenson?" I ask, raising a brow at her.
Big difference between the two.
Lauren Mallory, for lack of better words, was the wannabe queen bee of the school. She pranced around in her cheap knock off Prada bags, and had a semi new used convertible car. She looked down on someone because of the way the looked or because they had a higher IQ range than her, though that is everyone.
Lauren 'Laure' Stevenson, was one of my closest friends. She moved here when we were all starting the University. We met in Bio 101 and have been friends ever since. She is currently studying abroad, so I have a feeling we're going to be talking about the prior versus the latter.
Angela's excitement seems to be affecting her ability to talk.
"Mallory." She stated.
Of course.
"What of it?" I asked, carelessly.
She sighed, rolling her eyes at me before continuing with the same enthusiasm as when she started.
"Remember how all she would brag about was her aspiring career as a psychologist?" She says, pausing for effect. She knew how to draw me into the gossip. "Well, it turns out that didn't happen. She's an esthetician." Angela reveals, amused.
"Seriously?" I ask, unable to hide my amusement.
I'm not being mean, she reaped what she sewed. All those years looking down at others and hurting other for her bitter amusement finally came to bite her in the ass.
"Yeah, Ben took me to get a manicure and pedicure, and she came out of the back room followed by a really red faced woman with a look of disgust." She said, giggling.
We both laugh as we remember the last time we saw her.
"Is there another reason why you're here? Did something happen?" I ask, concerned.
She didn't come here just to gossip about the old wannabe beauty queen. Did she?
"Well, I was wondering if you could maybe switch shifts with me for next weekend? Ben wants to take me to San Francisco for the weekend. Please Bella, please?" She begs, jutting out her lower lip.
"Ang, you realize I have the morning shift next weekend right? I can't trade you shifts if we're both working the same shift." I point out to her, tiredly.
"Oh darn, you're right. Do you know anyone who might have a shift during the week?" She asks, biting her lip.
"Kate might do it. So, does Uriah if you are that desperate." I mention, leaning back and resting my head on the cushion of the chair.
"Now, you know, why I can't ask Uriah to switch shifts for me." She mutters blushing.
I laugh at her embarrassment before rolling my eyes at her. "He's a nice guy. So, what if he walked in on you and Ben doing the nasty in the on-call room. I'm sure he's over it by now. You should get over it too." I shrug.
Angela Webber and Ben Cheney met our first year at the U, and have been inseparable since.
"You say that because that hasn't happened to you, bitch. Watch when it does happen to you. I'll never let you live it down." She pipes.
I only give a condescending smirk, "That's never going to happen. My boyfriend lives cross country, it'll be a cold day in hell before that happens. " I replied.
"Never say never." She chants, before looking down at her wrist watch.
"If I were you, I'd prefer to have hot, steamy, naked sex and actually enjoy finishing it than have to stress out about someone walking in on us."
"Bella, sweetie? Are you and your brother going to go where you said earlier?" My Mawmaw asked, poking her head through the doorway
I bit my bottom lip nervously before nodding in response.
"Oh, well, I guess I'll see you later. It was nice seeing you Mawmaw Swan. Bye!" Ang called as she skipped off happily to her honda.
I quickly walked inside and grabbed my sweater, key and cellphone before walking out with Dax on my heels.
"Wish me luck, Mawmaw!" I call as I reach the door.
"Oh honey, you don't need luck, everything will be fine." She says, pulling me in for a hug and kissing my forehead.
I can feel my stomach churning as we drive away. Why does it feel as if everything is about to change again?