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This chapter also begins the same way as before...but is not the same.
Chapter 2:
"Look Hinata, I know deep down you want someone to love you and you have a really good heart and..." I tune Sakura out after the good heart part. Every week or so when my distaste for humanity rears its ugly head in the form of my personality, she lectures me. I know the whole thing by heart to the point I don't even have to listen, then again, how could I not? After all, the persistent bitch, has been giving me the same lecture for the past five years AND she was the one that pushed me into a corner yesterday, which resulted in I kissing a random guy and didn't expect me to dish out the consequences afterwords. So what if her hair is up to shoulders now? It doesn't look bad, in reality I did her a fucking favor!
"So will you come?"
"Huh?" okay so when she adds a new part to the spiel I become confused, "Yeah sure," I say giving a dismissive wave of my left hand. Currently her and I were in her princess themed room, that consisted of various shades of her pink hair, sitting on her canopy bed looking at magazines. Me the latest writer's digest, her...well seventeen I believe.
"Really you will! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I knew you had a heart of gold!" she squeals, tacking me in a hug.
Wait...backtrack for a sec...what the fuck did I actually agree to, "Never mind." I push Sakura off me and sit back up.
"No! You can't do that! And besides what were you thinking about?" when I don't respond her voice takes on a wince-worthy, ear-splitting, pitch. "Oh my god! Was it him? Were you thinking about him?"
"I don't even know what I agreed to! I wasn't listening and no! Him? Who the fuck are you talking about?" I shout, playing dumb. Fag boy didn't mean anything to me and the best way to prove that to my over-exuberant friend, is to pretend the incident didn't even effect me.
"You already promised! The party's tonight! And the guy you macked on yesterday!" I can see her big emerald eyes start to fill up with tears, oh hell no...I can't stand or say no tears...and she knows this...manipulative whore.
"Fine! And let's not talk about that. It wasn't a big deal and besides I didn't mack on him, it was a quick peck." I state, suddenly all her words register, "Wait what! No fucking way in hell! I hate parties!"
"You already agreed!" her voice cracks.
Rubbing my eyes, "If I go will you drop yesterday?"
"Yes! How about I dress you up for the party too!"
"No."
"Please Hinata..."
"Fuck no, now."
"Please? I promise I'll never even ask you to go to a party with me again!"
Twenty minutes later, Sakura and I are still arguing, "Why?"
Instead of being taken aback by my straight forwardness like she is usually, she stares me dead in the eye, "Because you never dress in flattering clothing and it makes me feel like you don't think of yourself attractive in any way, so for one night I want you to realize how special you really are," aw fuck...how does anyone with any organ beating in their chest deflect that?
"Fine," I cave, she begins clapping while jumping up and down, "But, I have conditions." she ceases all movement and listens intently as I list them all: Nothing pink, glittery, lacy, or ruffly.
She nods in agreement and begins going through her closet. Minus the fact my chest makes her's look non-existent, we're relatively the same size clothing wise. She throws a short leather skirt, fishnet tights, and a leather crop top at me along with lace-up black sandals. After squeezing into the shirt, zipping up the skirt and putting on the tights and shoes, she approaches me make-up bag in one hand, curling iron in the other. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I'm helplessly out of control, for dressing up is my lesbian friend's forte; not mine.
"Go on look in the mirror," she commands after putting the finishing touches of mascara on my eyelashes. I glance at my reflection not really all that interested, I just don't want to look like a fucking clown; my lips are painted a blood red, while my lavendar-tinged white eyes are outlined in thick black eyeliner and mascara. My waist length indigo colored hair on the other hand is slightly wavy and hanging down my back. I have to admit I don't look half bad.
"Oh my god! We're late!" oh what a shame, I can't help but thinking to myself as I watch Sakura scramble around the room for an acceptable pair of shoes to go with the red tube, sequenced, mini, dress she's wearing.
"What time did the party start?"
"At 9."
"Sakura..." I seethe looking at my phone, "Its 8:30."
"Well...I like being early."
Yeah...good thing she already promised this was the first and last time I had to endure this, too many of these nights would drive me into a psychotic rage. Seeing how the currently panicked, pink-headed, female, homosexual would most likely be my victim... I would prefer not being pushed to that point and thus resulting in me being charged with a hate crime on top of murder.
We decided to take a taxi to the party in case we both wanted to get wasted. Which honestly I don't see the damn logic of that, I never fucking drank and Sakura was well aware of this fact. The little shit was probably hoping I'd actually drink for once, get wasted, and hook up with some random guy.
"So umm, Hinata?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you ever want to have a family some day?"
Her question genuinely catches me off guard, I expected something more like: do you really want to die a virgin?, to leave her mouth. "I guess...haven't really thought about it."
"Do you see yourself with anyone in your future? Not even me?" she mumbles the last part and I almost don't catch it.
"Not even with you? What are you saying?"
"Nothing really, just thought if you and I were unmarried by thirty then at least we'd have each other." Sakura hides her face and I know she's lying, but since I don't know what about exactly, I choose not to pry.
"Well...Dyke, here we are." at that moment the taxi arrived at our destination. Sakura began to jump up and down in her seat, clapping. Damn bipolar bitch.
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