"You hit on him didn't you," asked Carla as I stood in the kitchen to make myself dinner. Danced around the kitchen while singing to Beyonce was probably more accurate. Xavier was out for the night, probably with some new girl and my parents hadn't come back home yet.

"Yeah, I hit on him. So what, it's not like he's going to take me seriously," I said with a forced laugh as I chopped up the onions. This was quite probably the only time anyone could catch me crying. Damned onions ruining my game. 

"And why is that," she asked seriously. Is she for real? Did she not know how boys worked? How this stereotypical world seemed to work, or at least had worked for me in the past? 

"Carla honey you have much to learn about boys," I said gravely with a shake of my head in her direction. Even to my own ears, I sounded like Master Shifu. She'd never been in a relationship before so I cut her some slack this time. 

"I don't get it," she said, sounding like an annoyed, petulant child and I rolled my eyes with a dramatic sigh before imparting my wisdom. 

"Boys don't like girls that are too forward. They basically see her as a flirt and nothing more," I said before turning back around. I couldn't blame them for thinking that way. I thought the same when any guy was too forward with his flirting game. 

"That's not true. Carl," she started but I'd already whipped around to freeze her with a glare. I think she legitimately froze for a second, not like the "I'm not moving a muscle" kind of shock but more like the "I'm not even breathing kid of shock". Oh god one day I was going to kill her. 

"Sorry," she said and I almost felt bad. Almost. Not enough to apologize for fixing her with a glare that could've turned her to stone, if I was Medusa. Then again just looking at Medusa would turn someone to stone. Wonderful, I was getting sidetracked.

"Carlos was different. And we both know how he turned out," I said sharply. Bringing him up wasn't one of her best ideas. Especially not when I had a knife in my hand.

"I'm sorry Rach," she said, still sounding meek. I made a noncommittal sound to hide the sudden hurt that had welled up at the thought of him. 

"You know I just didn't hit on him when I went to talk to him," I said carelessly as I turned around. My cooking masterpiece was complete. I'd basically just chopped up the veggies to make my mom's life a bit easier.

"What did you say to him," asked Carla, her eyebrows rising with interest. She was always one for the drama. But I liked her anyway. She'd stuck around when most people had walked away.

"I told him I'd prove to him that his girlfriend was cheating on him," I said with a shrug like it was no big deal even as I saw her eyes widen. Catching her off guard was one of my favorite past times.

"Why?" She looked like a goldfish, her mouth gaping. I had the sudden, irrational urge to throw an onion in her mouth to see how she'd react. I think I was losing mind. 

"I don't know. Cause he's hot and I want him," I said, using the same line I'd used on Xavier. It didn't work on Carla though. She saw straight through me. 

"Oh yeah like I'm going to believe that. You've avoided relationships like the plague for the last two years," she said and I gave her a false smirk. 

"Well, maybe it's time for a change." Lying hadn't always been my strongest suit though and she quickly saw through me, again. Damn her to hell. How had she gotten so close? 

"You're also the girl that says that no guy is worth chasing after, " she said and I let out a sigh before planting myself on the kitchen island stool. I had actually said that, but then again I'd always been harsh towards the opposite sex. Looking at my brother and my ex boyfriend, a player and a cheater respectively, it wasn't hard to figure out why. My dad was the only amazing guy in my life and so I'd settled for the conclusion that he was one of a kind. 

"Alright, I surrender. I wanted to help him out. Is that so bad," I asked, placing my head in my hands. This new concept, of actually helping strangers instead of avoiding them, or maximum flirting with them was incredibly out of character. Was this like my alter ego or something? Or was this like a repressed Mother Teresa side of me that was slowly emerging? I didn't know. 

"Honey it's not a bad thing," she said but I batted her off. I wasn't helping him. I'm not that nice, no, I was just pissing off his girlfriend. Yeah, that seemed more like something I'd do. 

"Whatever, I'm only doing this cause someone needs to put that stupid cheating girl in her place," I said and Carla knew better than to push even though I knew she'd caught my lie. 

"So any plan in that crazy mind of yours," she asked and I grinned. Hell yeah, I had a plan, and it was absolutely brilliant. Then again, when were my plans not brilliant? Admittedly it wasn't the most original of plans but it would suffice. 

"I don't like it when your eyes look like that Rach. Tell me," but I cut her off with a wave of my hand. She was always worrying. It would only give her grey hairs sooner than later, and then she'd drag me more often to the salons she already dragged me to. 

"Come on babe, live a little. Let me surprise you" I said with a wink in her direction before sauntering upstairs. Time to get this plan in motion. 

Another update! What do you think her plan is? Comment your ideas below and don't forget to vote if you liked this chapter. I'll be updating soon so stay tuned. 

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-ASH