Time check: 3:18 pm.

Darienne's POV:

Finally, it's time to go home. This day went by so slow, and I just couldn't concentrate on any of my work. Not with the bomb I was recently hit with. Although I don't want to be at school, I don't want to be at home either. I don't want to hang out at the bar, although I do want go and forget. I don't want to go and hang out with friends, even though time is short. I just don't know what to do.

Suddenly, a warm hand greets my back soothingly. I didn't even notice that I was looking down, because I look up to see that it's Dela and Bianca. "You feeling any better?" Dela asks in a sweeter voice than usual, if that's even possible. I shake my head. "Well what's exactly wrong?" Bianca asks. "I mean, is it a headache? A fever? Stomach virus? What is it?" I have to stop her, because nothing is physically wrong. "I feel fine. I guess I'm just tired." I say. Then something hits me: we're still in computer lab from enrichment. I get up and start walking to my locker, the other two not far behind. "You're not fine, Darienne. If there's something wrong, then we want to help you." I hear Dela say as we reach my locker. I face them and say, "I feel fine." I say it slowly and clearly so I won't have to repeat myself again. They take a glance at each other, then back at me, looking as if they're unconvinced. But, they shrug it off and try to change the subject. "Okay then. So, do you know what you're going to wear to the dance?" Dela asks as I open my locker and start packing up. Damn. I forgot that the dance is this week, and I have nothing to wear. "Nope," I sigh a bit. "You?" Dela shakes her head no and Bianca just stands there with that bitch face that I know and love, which is telling me that she isn't planning on going. "You're going whether you like it or not." I say sternly. "Over my dead body." she replies. "I can make that happen, you know. But that's not the point," they both start chuckling as I continue. "The point is that you're going. You can refuse all you want." I slam my locker shut. "And why is that?" she asks as we walk down the hall to her locker. "Because this is our last year and we're going to make the most of it. So you're going to stop being a downer and you are going." I say kinda seriously. She barely goes to any school events, or any events for that matter, and she doesn't really know how much time we all have left with each other. I want to spend as much time with them as possible. I guess she can see that I'm not taking her shit today, so she says alright.

Once she's done and we arrive outside of the building, Dela asks "So are we going shopping? I really don't like leaving things to the last minute." I don't even have to think about it, even though I should. "Sure. I think I have enough." I say. That just leaves Bianca. "Where are we going?" she sighs out, showing a sign of defeat. That makes me smile. "Where else do we go? The mall!" Dela exclaims like a child. I hold back a laugh and just smile as we start to walk to Bianca's car. Even though it is her car, I offer to drive, but before we even get to it, she pulls my arm so we're walking in back of Dela. "If I see an ounce of flirting or anything of the sort, I won't hesitate to leave you two here." she whispers harshly. I smirk at the hypocrisy. "Just like all the times I was literally forced to third wheel while you were dating? All the times that you had your own smooch fest with Courtney? And don't get me started on you and Adore--" I was about  to go into full ranting mode, but Bianca cuts me off. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry for initiating this conversation. Just please stop. I already feel guilty, you don't have to add a whore to it." Huh? Guilty for what? Before I could ask her, she walks faster, eventually reaching her car with Dela. I have no idea where that came from, and her saying that she feels guilty is new to me. I reach the car and look at Bianca to try and talk to her, but she just tosses me the keys and looks down. I guess we'll talk about it later, because if she's hurting, I want to try and help. I guess I'm just as hypocritical as her.

Time check: 7:29 pm.

Bianca's POV:

We're done with the shopping and we're going to get dinner at Five Guys. I haven't talked to Darienne about what happened earlier, and I feel bad about that. I see that she only is trying to help and make me feel better, even though she won't tell what was wrong with her. I have apologize to her; I know I've always been a handful, and she doesn't need to put up with my shit, but she does, and I'm thankful for her.

Once we enter the restaurant, Dela goes and orders, while Darienne and I find a table and sit down. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to get moody with you. I know you were just being playing around, but I overreacted and took it too seriously. And I--" I am cut off by her arms wrapping around me. I hug back after I realize what's happening. I hear sigh and say, "No, I get it. The shit you're going through isn't easy, and I shouldn't be adding to it." "You're not adding to it at all, you're just trying to help, and I appreciate that." I pull away, because it's getting awkward hugging in the middle of the place with people staring. I look at her face, and her eyes look glossy, as if she's about to cry. "What's wrong? And don't lie to me, Darienne." I motion for her to sit down across from me. She looks away. "I just-- I'm want to make our last year fun and awesome, but I guess it's not working out so much." "You're worrying too much. And we still have enough time before we're off to college, and even then, we'll still see each other." I try and give to give her a reassuring smile, and she returns one. I'm glad. I can still tell there's something bothering her, but I won't bother her about it... for now.

Once Dela comes back with drinks and a bag, we dive in. The whole time, we laugh and joke and have a good time until we go home.

*My bad for the ending being rushed. I was going something wlse, but I'll leave it for the next chapter. *