Our plan was going to work. That Guy Gets on My Nerves. My eyes darted down to my cell phone to find a familiar name flashing across the screen. With a small smile, I answered the call. Patience was not her virtue. On the other hand, her outgoing, fun personality overshadowed most of her flaws.
I had learned over the years that you just got to take the good with the bad. My mouth parted to speak but, with a beep on the other end, I realized she had hung up on me, per usual. Not bothering to say goodbye to my parents or siblings, I walked out of my house. The second my tan flats touched the welcome mat; I inhaled deeply. To me, the air always smelled different in the morning, and I loved it.
I liked the sound of the birds and the way the grass, on my front lawn, glistened with the morning dew. I wished, like most days, that the weather would remain exactly how it was in that moment. It was unlikely, however, because Memphis, Tennessee was doomed to be smothered in its normal, hot and humid weather by midmorning. One would think after I had lived in the same city for seventeen years, since birth, I would be accustom to the heat of the south.
Yet, I had never been able to adjust and find comfort in the simmering summer days. That is, except in the mornings. Abruptly, I heard the thunderous sound of a door closing. The noise echoed through the street.
Looking at the house across from mine, I saw Brandon Zander walking out of his house with a frustrated look etched on his face. In my frantic state, to find a good place to hide, he noticed me. My lips curved up as I put on a nervous, sweet smile. With a growl, much to myself, I marched to the end of my yard. That morning I was not going to let Brandon go without a piece of my mind, in regards to his namecalling.
How about you get a freaking life and leave me alone?! With a wicked smirk on my face, I decided to go the extra mile and I flip him off. For once, I had felt empowered.
Silently, however, I had wished those nasty exchanges between Brandon and I would not happen. Truth had been told, I had a crush on him. It was a deep-rooted crush that has been burning and twisting inside of me since as far back as I could recall. Torturously had told no one, let alone Brandon. If he got wind, I feared he would have made fun of me.
He awaited my response with a smug grin. I studied him for a second, even watching as he stopped twirling his keys and ran a hand through his brown disheveled hair.
I realized that it was a game to him — getting my reaction. On that morning, he was going to get a little more than he bargained for. It had been the worst comeback of all mankind. I wanted nothing more than to hide away for eternity. I had managed to once more make a fool of myself.
By the cocky look on his face, Brandon knew he had me cornered. He won the battle, but not the war! The second Brandon realized I was speechless, he unlocked his car. I could feel the irrational jealousy swell up inside of me because the backpack was getting to sit next to Brandon in his truck, not me. With that, I laughed and raced over to the passenger side of Savvy's car.
Once I was inside, I looked over at her and smiled as I felt a sense of pride to call her my friend. Savvy, who had her brown ringlet curls pinned up, smirked at me. Savvy had this funny thing she could do with her eyebrows. She would raise one brow high while lowering the other one down. It was funny, but I also had to admit it was a tiny bit creepy at times. I glared at Savvy comment as we pulled out of my driveway.
But all too suddenly, I started laughing, which was a habit I had when I was caught redhanded. I hate his guts. Briefly glancing over at me, with her soul searching chocolate eyes, she replied. I've been your friend for ten years, I know when you're trying to hide something.
But, it has never worked for you. We all know that you've liked Brandon for years. Even a blind man can see it. Putting Savvy on the defense made me feel like I had the upper hand. I knew the angle would not last long with her.
Savvy was good at seeing the truth, even if you tried hiding it. Looking at me with wide eyes, Savvy exploded. In fact, the more I looked at her, the more I could tell Savvy was slightly uncomfortable by the way she wiggled a little in her seat. I started to wonder if she was feeling that way because I was making her realize she was indeed head over heels in love with her friend, Shane.
The steps Lena took towards the car could not seem to disappear fast enough under her feet. We watched as Lena's mother walked out on the porch and sang to her daughter. Hope you have a great day at school! Her blue eyes gazed at us with urgency. I had made the mistake and asked my mom why she was smiling and so perky this morning. I was ready for anything but what she was about to say. Savvy was laughing so hard she almost ran into a parked car.
Savvy swerved back into the open side of the road. Lena slowly began to laugh at all the ruckus she had started in the car. Lena gave me a serious look through her smile.
After a few minutes passed, I glanced over at Savvy to see that she was irritated. With her patience running thin, she rolled down her window and placed her palm firmly on the center of the steering wheel. She then proceeded to stick her head out the window.
With teary eyes from deep chuckling, Savvy turned back to look at Lena. I have to admit, though, she did look festive in her purple robe and big curlers!
Lena tried to shift the conversation, but random laughter and remarks kept surfacing. Just when I noticed Hope was truly taking forever, she came tumbling out of her house. I studied her as she sluggishly walked to the car. The mere sight of Hope made me want to sigh.
She was so unprepared for the day; it was evident by just looking at her. Hope's bag kept slipping off her shoulder as her hands were full of papers that looked like they were about to crash on the ground at any moment. Not to mention, Hope's elbow-length hair was a mess and her outfit looked as if she had just thrown something random on her pear-shaped body seconds before. Getting in the car, Hope let out a heavy, elongated sigh. With all eyes on her, Hope started to look at us strangely.
He took my phone last night and never gave it back. You all know I use that thing for an alarm clock. You would think my dad would have woken me up too, but no. He got up late and decided he was in too much of a rush to wake me up.
Scot, of course, never gave it a second thought to get me up. Knowing the drill, Lena dug into her purse and handed Hope a pack of minty fresh gum. I opened my shoulder bag and got a hairbrush out of my bag. Where would you be without us? After the third time, Lena and I come prepared with all the necessities in our purses.
Her hair was maintenance but messy or not, that long wavy hair was Hope's trademark. She grinned, happy that she caught me before I said it. Oh, I thought, this story is not going to be swept under the rug so easily.