follows.
“Well, that is great news” She smiles.
“ What is great news, exactly?”
“The fact that you are antsy and need something to do. Didn’t you get my text? Hurry
up and get in the shower. We are going out!”
“I’m really not in the mood to party today. I have to go through my school papers
and get everything ready because I have an early class in the morning.” I tell her
while shrugging my shoulders and getting comfy on the couch.
“Oh! Did you get your schedule all fixed up? Are they going to give you credit for
all the classes you took while you were in the Army?” She asks.
“Yeah, all but a couple of electives. It’s okay. It doesn’t affect my status as a
Junior. I like that eye shadow on you.” She smiles big. Ciara is my complete opposite.
She is petite and I’m tall. Her eyes are like sapphires, mine are two toned: Green
on the inside surrounding my pupils, and then more bluish throughout the rest of the
irises. She is a natural blonde and I’m a brunette. But we follow the same principles
and have been best friends for years.
“Thanks!” She smiles brightly while looking at her work of art in the mirror. “Go
on, get ready!” She says. “It’s a small get together. This girl, Carrie, invited us
when she came to get her dog at Pet Village today.” She gives me a look that means
I need to get my butt off the couch and start moving. I still don’t want to go, but
I will do it for her. I sigh loudly and roll my eyes to the back of my head and tell
her to count me in.
When she moved here to Pristina, Florida, a new business was opening, a doggy day
care called Pet Village, and she managed to score a job. She really doesn’t need the
job because her family has plenty of money, but she likes to take care of the dogs
and it gives her extra money that she can spend without having to explain things to
her dad. When I finally arrived in town after months of waiting, she convinced her
manager to hire me too. Ciara lets me pay rent, but I suspect she only charges me
a small amount, because what I pay cannot be half of the rent this luxury complex
charges. I don’t like the fact that I’m not paying my share, but trying to change
the terms Ciara has set for this is like arguing with a cement wall. So I go along
with it in order to make her happy.
An hour later we are all dolled up – me in dark slim jeans, platform silver sandals
and a tight black halter top that makes my boobs pop. My body is well defined and
somewhat muscular without bulging. Ciara’s is the same way. It’s one of the many benefits
of getting up every morning and doing push-ups, sit-ups, and a run of at least two
miles. I’d like to think I have curves in all the right places. Ciara’s wearing a
burnt orange strapless mini dress, cinched with a dark navy belt and dark blue platform
sandals. We add a little bling with jewelry: watches, necklaces and bangle bracelets.
We both chose to wear our hair down in long soft waves.
“I see you chose to wear school colors – smart choice!” I tell Ciara while giving
her the once over look.
“Guilty as charged! And is not even football season yet!” she replies. We both giggle
as we walk out the door.
“I assume I am the designated driver?” I ask her.
“But of course!” She says in her best Grey Poupon commercial accent and smiles. “We need to stop by the liquor store on the way there.”
“But of course!” I reply. She drives a brand new white BMW 220i Coupe convertible
with all the bells and whistles. I drive a metallic blue Ford Mustang GT convertible,
slightly used, but all I care is that is not an automatic and it has a V8 engine.
This baby runs like hell with just a tap on the gas. Yes, I love speed. I love everything
that gets my adrenaline going. I should have become a stuntwoman, and if this school
business doesn’t pan out like I