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Chapter 2
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
Amanda groaned before turning over and burying her face in her pillow. Whoever was yelling at her obviously wasn't fazed, as they then pulled the polka-dot comforter off of Amanda and started jabbing their fingers into her back.
Amanda sat up and grabbed those hands. She twisted them until she heard a howl come from the person. She opened her eyes to reveal her best friend, Mikaela Dennings, who has cradling her hands while glaring at Amanda.
Amanda helplessly threw up her hands in a what-was-I-supposed-to-do gesture. Mikaela simply rolled her eyes before pulling out her compact mirror and lip gloss from her purse.
"We're going to the mall, so you need to haul your ass out of bed and get dressed. Oh, and Beatrice is making pancakes. She said they're the only thing that will help you to function this early in the morning." She smacked her lips together a couple of times before putting her mirror and lip gloss away.
"Why, pray tell, must we go to the mall again? We practically lived there during the summer and I have enough clothes to last me until I'm old. And it's Saturday! Why must I wake up at 9:30 AM? It's too early."
Mikaela snorted. "I doubt you'll want to wear skinny jeans when you're 85."
Amanda glared at her best friend. Sure, sometimes the two could be so similar it wasn't even funny. But, still, they were so different and that's what made them best friends. Amanda's idea of a good time was curling up on the couch and reading a good book. Mikaela's idea of a good time was either partying and getting drink or shopping.
Amanda gave her best friend her best puppy-dog face, urging her to change her mind. Mikaela glared at her like she had never glared before. Amanda was slightly taken aback and then decided that her attempts were futile.
She threw on a blue tank top and some old shorts. She combed her thick, tangled hair and forced the mess into a lumpy ponytail. When she walked back to her room, Mikaela took one look at her and gestured for her to sit down on the bed where she proceeded to fix Amanda's horrible ponytail, grumbling about how she needed to teach Amanda to be more girly.
The ride to the mall was silent. As soon as they entered though, Amanda pulled Mikaela to the food court.
"Can I at least buy a cinnamon bun? You didn't let me eat Beatrice's heavenly pancakes, so will you at least spare me this sugary delight?" By this point, Amanda was practically on her knees and was begging her friend to let her eat breakfast. Breakfast was after all the most important meal of the day.
"Yeah, whatever, it's your body. But don't come crying to me when you become morbidly obese and have fat bulging out of your sides." At this, the woman standing in front of them turned and glared at the two. She had heard the remark and was obviously offended, seeing as how she was obese.
After Amanda received her food, the two girls sat down and Mikaela proceeded to watch as her best friend scarfed down the sugary pastry.
"That's disgusting Amanda!"
"No, if's ood." She said with a mouthful of pastry before moving back as Mikaela dabbed at the icing running down her chin. Mikaela simply moved closer to her and smiled smugly when she was able to wipe all the icing from her friend's face.
Mikaela sat back, but stiffened when she scanned the crowd behind Amanda's head. "Uh- oh, Jeremy alert, Jeremy alert."
Amanda turned her head and sure enough, her arch-enemy was standing in the McDonald's line with his best friend Alex Montez. Luckily, the boys hadn't spotted Mikaela and Amanda, as they were busy perusing the menu.
Amanda whipped her head back. "Come on, if we leave now, we can avoid talking to them. They haven't seen us yet, so come on." She picked up her bag and turned around, only to bump into a carton of milk sitting on a red tray. Said milk then spilled onto her tank top, staining the fabric.
Amanda looked up to glare at Jeremy. He looked shocked for a moment, but then gave her a cocky grin.
"I always said white was your colour" He started to walk past her, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"You owe me a new shirt." She said to him, sounding eerily calm.
"Uh, no Princess. As I recall, it was you who walked into me, causing my milk to tip over and spill onto your lovely blue shirt." He spoke to her as if he was speaking to a young child, as if he was explaining the difference between right and wrong.
She glared menacingly at him. "Buy. Me. A. New. Shirt."
Jeremy exchanged a look with Alex. Alex groaned before taking off his sweater and giving Amanda the KISS t-shirt he wore underneath. She smiled at him in silent thanks before stalking off to the restrooms, Mikaela running after her.
Jeremy sat at their unoccupied table and punched his friend in the arm. "Thanks for that, dude." He unwrapped his egg McMuffin and took a huge bite.
"I didn't do it for you, I did it for her. Hey, man, I got an older sister and I know how particular girls are about stains and such." His friend responded.
"Yeah, well thanks. I would've given her my shirt, but I'm not wearing anything underneath and I don't want to get arrested for public indecency."
Alex snorted and patted his friend on the back.
Back in the restrooms, Amanda stood in front of the mirror, examining herself. The shirt Alex gave her hung off her body, but it covered the milk stain. The problem was that it was long and reached down to just above her knees. She was trying to decide whether or not she should fold it when the bathroom door opened to reveal Mikaela.
Amanda frowned, "Okay, who is he?" Mikalea gave her a confused look "It doesn't take a person forty minutes to walk to the restroom and help her friend. You were obviously partaking in an intellectually stimulating conversation with a person, most likely one of the male gender." She gave her friend a pointed look, placing her hands on her hips.
Mikaela giggled. "Intellectually stimulating? Do you even know what that means? Anyways, he works at Yogen-Fruz."
"Eww, Vampire-Teeth?" One of the guys at Yogen-Fruz had horrible teeth, all twisted and completely pointed that the girls were convinced he was a vampire.
"God, no! Do I look like the type of girl who would waste my time with that loser?" She flipped her auburn hair over her shoulder and twirled a strand with her finger.
Amanda shrugged, before focusing on her problem. Mikaela quickly understood the problem and reached into her purse for some safety pins. Within minutes, the shirt was folded up to Amanda's waist and pinned securely at her waist with the safety pins. It didn't look dorky or rumpled, but it gave Amanda a rocker chic look.
She linked arms with her best friend. "Come on. I'll let you buy me those cut stiletto boots we saw at Aldo."
"Lucky me."