How have I gone nearly four years without knowing this girl? Having her close to me and seeing her laugh is like the best thing in the world.
Ah, yes, I remember. She’s super hot, popular, and loves everything I hate. It’s a real kick to the crotch.
Walking faster than my normal pace, I catch up to her just as we round the corner to school. Sloane’s bestie, Becca, is waiting in the car park for her with two cups of coffee. Pia is not waiting for me at all, let alone with coffee. She needs to up her bestie game, ASAP.
“How was the walk?” Becca calls. I’m not sure if I should continue walking with Sloane or quietly slip away. What’s the etiquette?
“Very pleasant,” Sloane replies, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
“I got you both coffee.”
She got me coffee?
“This is why I love you more than anyone.” Sloane moans as she clutches the coffee cup, looking at it with loving eyes.
“Eden?”
I realise Becca is holding the coffee out to me, and I’m too busy watching Sloane drink from hers to have noticed. My ears go red, and Becca smirks.
“Um, thanks. That’s really nice of you.”
I’ve spoken to Becca less than Sloane over the past three years. I’m surprised she knows my name, let alone bought me coffee from the best café in town.
“I’m all about women supporting women.”
“Right…girl power.”
Sloane snorts again. Becca cocks her eyebrow at her best friend. “Are you coming to the game on Friday?”
“Maybe?” There I go answering with a question, again.
“You can watch us do twirls and stuff,” Sloane remarks with a grin.
“I’ll see if Pia and Todd want to go. Not promising though.”
“There’s a rager afterwards at Bryce’s house,” Becca says, locking her car and starting towards the school entrance.
“Yeah, that’s not for me, but thanks for the invite.”
Becca just shrugs and skips a few steps ahead. I’d quite like Pia to rescue me now because I’m well out of my depth and comfort zone.
Sloane grins. “Parties not your style, UK?”
“Oh no, not UK, not from you. Eden. E-D-E-N,” I sound out.
“Dork.” Sloane laughs. Becca keeps throwing us looks over her shoulder.
“I’ve never seen the point in parties. The music is always too loud, and usually shit. Everyone gets pissed and vomits, or bangs someone they immediately regret after. That’s not fun to me.”
“Again, you might be surprised if you gave it a go.”
“Listen lady, I’m already walking and going to a football match.”
Sloane holds her hands up in surrender. “I hear you. I’ll take it slow.”
And there’s my libido again. Surely Sloane knows how she sounds when she says shit like that, right?
Pia comes jogging over, looking smug. “Still alive then?”
