บททั้งหมดของ My Best Friend: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

"It's only fair, still I really wanted to go,'' I whined as I hung upside down on my bed. The feeling of blood rushing to my head made me feel like I was going to pass out. "I know baby, you were really good on the second and third night. I was almost certain she would pick you," his deep voice travelled through the phone with a slightly muffle to it. "I told you the woman was evil," I groaned and sat up with great struggle. We were talking about the Los Angeles trip that half of the cast left for three days ago; the same trip that I didn't get picked for because of my 'incident'. She said that although I did well for the last two showings and received multiple compliments, I was 'unreliable'. At first, I was angry, what does that even mean? Sue me for having trauma because I was assaulted by my very own aunt. Then I was upset and disheartened, I practised and worked hard only to be left off of the bus. Thankfully, the thought of spending time with my

I hummed along to the tune of the random generic pop music that played in the background as I absentmindedly ran my fingers across the various fabrics and patterns. Nothing in this store was calling to me and we've been in here for around ten minutes already, far too long in my book. Just then, a shiny sequinned fabric glistened, it shot a beam of light off the colourful shiny disc-shaped bead straight at me. I took it off the rack for closer inspection, it was a bomber jacket. I turned around to show it off to Kevin who was on the other side of the rack. He looked up at my grinning face and the monstrosity that I held in my hands before bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. ''This looks like something a first grader would wear or maybe a disco ball cosplayer,'' I commented between giggles. ''Check this out,'' he said before he held up a pair of galaxy tights. ''I didn't even know those were still in production,'' I laughed, my stomach beginning to

''I have never felt so humiliated in my entire life. I stood in the middle of the stage with this huge bright light shining directly in my eyes. I had sweat dripping down my forehead, and the whole auditorium was so quiet you could hear the toilet flush from across campus," Kiara went on to explain to me the trouble that she faced during her last performance. She was dramatic, but that was one of the things I loved about her. I loved so many things about her. I stared at her for a bit then caught myself. What the hell was I doing? I feel like such a creep. I looked over her shoulder and caught sight of a beautiful noirette. Of course, she was nowhere near the Goddess level that KiKi was on, but she was still pretty. I could waste my time with her. How would I approach her? She had on a bomber jacket and a crop top; it was kind of basic, but I didn't intend to be with her for her sense of style. I thought of Kiki's sense of style and realised she didn't really have one. Ever since

"You don't like it, dear? Is the flavour off?" my step mum, or mum as I often call her, asked me from her seat across the table. She was in the process of wiping Van's face when she must have noticed my solemn mood. I have never known Van to eat neatly. "I love it, honey. It's very delicious. It might be one of your best yet," my dad pipped in. He hummed in delight to sell his words. "No one was talking to you," my mum stuck her tongue out at him. "I was talking to our eldest, but I'm glad you like it," she smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. They were so cute. I want that for me and Kiara. "Love it," he emphasised with a wide smile. "I love it too, mummy," Nessa said as she bounced in her seat. Her little fists clutched her baby spoon like a spear. I have never known Nessa to sit still. "Me too, mummy," Van chipped in. "I can tell. Even your cheeks are enjoying it," mum giggled as she wiped off the remaining food that stuck to his chubby cheeks. "I think it's

Mindy firmly latched on to my arm as I looked around for Kiara. Mindy's grip was tight like she was afraid I would run off if she loosened it a little. If I knew where Kiki was, I probably would have run off. I knew that I wouldn't be able to focus if Kiki was still upset with me. After our fight yesterday, I could barely eat, so before school was the optimum time to air our grievances. "Zacky, walk me to class, please?" Mindy looked up at me through her lashes. Her nails were still embedded in my arm, it didn't hurt but it was uncomfortable. Truthfully, Mindy was such a beautiful person and I could see myself falling for her if I had never met Kiki. "Um," I started and glanced around the sparse crowd walking through the halls. It was no use; Kiara was long gone by now. Perhaps I should call her, there was a high per cent chance that she would not answer me. She rarely answered phone calls, to begin with. The chances of her answering when she was upset are next to nothing. "E