Over It (The Kiss Off #2) Read Online Free
Author: Sarah Billington
bandful of rock Gods. I hoped Ty would have some free time for me. He couldn’t work all the time, right? I swiped a text : We have our chaperone. It’s official: I’m coming !
I wished Van was coming too; Best Weekend Ever wasn’t going to be the same without her. I wondered if there was someone else I could invite. It wasn’t a serious ponderance. I mean who else would I invite other than my best friends?
Then it hit me. I knew exactly who I should invite. Not that I knew if she was free or whatever, but at least I could try. This was actually kind of perfect.
CHAPTER FOUR
A couple of weeks later, the day finally arrived! It was Friday morning and I was all packed and waiting impatiently for the others to get here. I checked my phone for the time and stared out the window. We’d organized to meet at mine since it would probably be weird for the girls’ parents for a random dude to show up to take them away for the weekend. I was lying on my carpet, suitcase beside me, feet propped on the bed and my cell held above my face as I scrolled through Facebook when I heard Poo Bum downstairs. He started barking and scratching at the front door before the bell had even rung.
It was go time!
I ran down the stairs, my footfalls so heavy that picture frames rattled against the walls. Jumping the last two steps and landing with a bang, I heard Mom yell something from her office, but I didn't care what she said. I nudged the dog away from the door with my knees and threw it open with a big, excited smile on my face.
Mads stood there, her own smile a mirror of my own.
"Hi girlfriend," Mads said, doing her little jump on the spot with excitement thing.
"Hi yourself..." I stopped talking as my gaze drifted down from her super–cute side braid to her loose white tank with a dinosaur vomiting out a rainbow on it, to her mini denim shorts and rainbow platform wedges.
“That is the cutest freaking tee shirt,” I said, staring at the T–rex in all its vomitus glory.
“I know, right?” Mads said. As she stepped inside, wheeling a full–sized suitcase behind her. She knew it was just a weekend, right?
As I closed the door behind her, she pulled her tee away from her stomach and looked down at the rainbow. “Who knew that’s how rainbows were made?”
“Science has it all wrong.”
Before we even had a chance to sit down, Poo Bum woofed and his claws clickety–clacked across the floorboards to the front door again. Who needed a doorbell?
Mads gave an excited squeal and I responded with a shaky grin. She thought it was Van behind the door. Butterflies flapped and clawed with their little spindly feet at the walls of my stomach as she skipped excitedly ahead of me to the door. I was glad Mads had arrived first, because it would probably feel less like an ambush this way. At least I hoped it would. After a quick deep breath, before Mads could throw the door open herself, I kneed the dog aside and opened the door.
Nikki pulled off her huge sunglasses and smiled at me nervously.
"'Morning," she said.
I smiled warmly back. "Good morning yourself," I said. I took her in; her trademark red lipstick was gone, replaced with a more summery, coral gloss, her thick brown hair was loose and held back from her face by a bohemian–looking woven leather strap and she was wearing a denim mini skirt, brown flip–flops and a loose, white tank top with a dinosaur vomiting a rainbow on it.
Uh–oh.
"You've got to be kidding me,” Mads said. “What is she doing here?" Her expression shuffled from surprise through to shock to horror and settled on a scowl of anger. I saw her look Nikki up and down; the fact that they both chose the same awesome tank and had pretty much the same festival fashion sense was like a slap in the face to Mads.
I squared my shoulders and said, "I invited her."
" Her ? God, why? Where's Van?"
"Van couldn't come. She's in New York with her nan."
"So you invited her ?"
"Yeah."
“Her.”
“Well…
I wished Van was coming too; Best Weekend Ever wasn’t going to be the same without her. I wondered if there was someone else I could invite. It wasn’t a serious ponderance. I mean who else would I invite other than my best friends?
Then it hit me. I knew exactly who I should invite. Not that I knew if she was free or whatever, but at least I could try. This was actually kind of perfect.
CHAPTER FOUR
A couple of weeks later, the day finally arrived! It was Friday morning and I was all packed and waiting impatiently for the others to get here. I checked my phone for the time and stared out the window. We’d organized to meet at mine since it would probably be weird for the girls’ parents for a random dude to show up to take them away for the weekend. I was lying on my carpet, suitcase beside me, feet propped on the bed and my cell held above my face as I scrolled through Facebook when I heard Poo Bum downstairs. He started barking and scratching at the front door before the bell had even rung.
It was go time!
I ran down the stairs, my footfalls so heavy that picture frames rattled against the walls. Jumping the last two steps and landing with a bang, I heard Mom yell something from her office, but I didn't care what she said. I nudged the dog away from the door with my knees and threw it open with a big, excited smile on my face.
Mads stood there, her own smile a mirror of my own.
"Hi girlfriend," Mads said, doing her little jump on the spot with excitement thing.
"Hi yourself..." I stopped talking as my gaze drifted down from her super–cute side braid to her loose white tank with a dinosaur vomiting out a rainbow on it, to her mini denim shorts and rainbow platform wedges.
“That is the cutest freaking tee shirt,” I said, staring at the T–rex in all its vomitus glory.
“I know, right?” Mads said. As she stepped inside, wheeling a full–sized suitcase behind her. She knew it was just a weekend, right?
As I closed the door behind her, she pulled her tee away from her stomach and looked down at the rainbow. “Who knew that’s how rainbows were made?”
“Science has it all wrong.”
Before we even had a chance to sit down, Poo Bum woofed and his claws clickety–clacked across the floorboards to the front door again. Who needed a doorbell?
Mads gave an excited squeal and I responded with a shaky grin. She thought it was Van behind the door. Butterflies flapped and clawed with their little spindly feet at the walls of my stomach as she skipped excitedly ahead of me to the door. I was glad Mads had arrived first, because it would probably feel less like an ambush this way. At least I hoped it would. After a quick deep breath, before Mads could throw the door open herself, I kneed the dog aside and opened the door.
Nikki pulled off her huge sunglasses and smiled at me nervously.
"'Morning," she said.
I smiled warmly back. "Good morning yourself," I said. I took her in; her trademark red lipstick was gone, replaced with a more summery, coral gloss, her thick brown hair was loose and held back from her face by a bohemian–looking woven leather strap and she was wearing a denim mini skirt, brown flip–flops and a loose, white tank top with a dinosaur vomiting a rainbow on it.
Uh–oh.
"You've got to be kidding me,” Mads said. “What is she doing here?" Her expression shuffled from surprise through to shock to horror and settled on a scowl of anger. I saw her look Nikki up and down; the fact that they both chose the same awesome tank and had pretty much the same festival fashion sense was like a slap in the face to Mads.
I squared my shoulders and said, "I invited her."
" Her ? God, why? Where's Van?"
"Van couldn't come. She's in New York with her nan."
"So you invited her ?"
"Yeah."
“Her.”
“Well…
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