"I got bad news." I look at Claire as she drives me home. Astor decided to stay and try out for the soccer team since it's today. And Claire was able to give me a ride.

"Ohmigod, please tell me you're not Prego?!" She squeaks, almost swerving off the road.

"Claire, chill. No I ain't Prego." I roll my eyes at her. "I still have my V-Card thank you very much." I huff.

"Ok. Then it's not bad news. What's up?" She takes a left out of the school, heading toward my place.

"Chris absolutely hates Astor. And I can't find out why. Chris is being Moody and is always pissed when he sees me with him. He came by and told me to not trust him and that he's using me." I watch the passing cars go by as I think.

"Maybe he's just jealous." She shrugs.

"Well, jealousy is stupid anyway." I lean my head against the window. "Just once, I want my life to be good, you know?"

"I get it. It'll be ok, Rebs." I smile as she calls me by our childhood nickname.

"Oh are you going to HoCo?" She suddenly asks, making me jump alittle.

"HoCo?" Is she thinking of hot chocolate?

"Homecoming." She says in the duh tone.

"Oh. No."

"Why? Astor isn't gonna bring you?" She glances at me before turning down a different road that doesn't lead to my house.

"Claire, you missed the turn." I point out.

"No I didn't. We are going to get ice cream." She shrugs and gives me the carry on look before focussing on the road again.

"Oh. Anyway, he hasn't asked me. It's three days away. There's no more time. I don't have a dress, I don't even think Astor wants to go, and even if he asked me, I don't have the money to go a buy a $300 dress." After I'm done with my mini rant, I start to sulk.

"I'm sure he'll ask you. And don't worry about the money girl. I got you." She sends me a wink but it doesn't do anything to lighten my spirits.

I frown at her as we pull into Sweet Frog. "Claire, you know I absolutely hate it when you, or anyone for that matter, spends money on me. I don't have a way to pay you back." I hop out the car and we walk up into the shop.

"Rebecca, I owe you alot. Maybe not in money but I do. And I want to do this. Please let me." She looks at me and I swear she's about to start to cry.

"Claire..." Tears start to fill my eyes.

"Please let me, Rebs." She begs. Our moment is interrupted by a squeaky voice from behind us.

"Oh get a room you two. I've always known y'all were gay for each other. It's suits you." I turn around and face Anna.

"Anna you don't want to piss me off right now." I grumble through my teeth.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Listen here, Bitch. Back. Off. My. Man. Astor is mine. Do I need to spell that out for you? M-I-N-E. Get it through that ugly head of yours." She snaps.

"Oh funny, after all, Astor was the one calling MY name last night when his dick was between my legs. You should have heard him. Sorry to burst your bubble, Slut, but he is mine. He doesn't want you. You're just a shitty, slutty, and lame excuse for a human being." I snap right back, not even faltering a step.

"Oh Rebecca. You don't get it do you?" She laughs and shakes her head. "You have three days. I'll need your answer by then." She walks away, her skirt riding up to her buttcheeks. She doesn't even bother to pull them down.

"I thought you said you still had your V-CARD!" Claire screams when Anna's out of earshot.

"I do. I haven't done anything with anyone. I said it to piss her off. Come on Claire, I'd tell you if I did anything. The only thing we've done is made out." I head over to the ice cream dispensers and get myself a sugar free vanilla. Moving through the line, I put some pretzels, some peanuts, and some cashews before topping it off with sugar free Hersey's Syrup. All the while, Claire is ranting on.

"- she's just so flipping rude!" She Huff's, putting the last of her toppings on.

"I get it. She is. But I'm not gonna let someone like her bring me down." Will I?

"Good for you, Rebs." After we pay for our ice cream, we had back out to Claire's car. Ploping into the passenger seat, I dig into my ice cream. I let out a moan of happiness when the flavour hits my tounge.

"This is so fucking good." I moan.

"Girl mines better." I look over at hers. She has chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla topped with whip cream, gummies, chocolate chips, and gram cracker crums.

"Nah." I laugh.

"Yeah."

"Nah."

We go back and forth before the car lurches and we scream.

"What the hell!" We scream. Looking out the mirror, I see someone running away.

"They slashed my damn tires!" Claire screams, jumping out the car. "You will regret that, you cock sucking, jackass!" She screams after them.

I start to freak out. Doing the first thing I think of, I call someone.

I call Astor.

Oh shit. . . Who? Was? That?

Any guesses?

Happy reading!

•Marissa