Ava’s POV

“Hello?”

“AVA ELIZABETH MAXWELL WHERE ON EARTH ARE YOU?!”

It’s 2 am and I wince, pulling the phone slightly away from my now permanently deaf ear.

“Oh hi mommy” I say groggily, I’m still half-asleep and not yet sober.

“Don’t you ‘hi mommy’ me young lady! I get back, exhausted, from a medical conference all the way in Hong Kong and the only one who’s at home to greet me is Poptart! You didn’t even leave me a note! Now where are you?! Don’t make me say it again!”

 “Alright, alright geez Mom! I’m at Rose’s, we went to a party and I’m staying the night at hers because like you said, the only one to greet ME at home is Poptart.”

(Just for the record, Poptart’s my silver tabby kitten. My parents are crazy but I do NOT have a brother or sister called ‘Poptart.’ I don’t even know if that’s legal…)

“…, I’m sorry Ava. Honey I’m just stressed and I know it’s no excuse but I took it out on you. I’m going to bed now, I’ll see you in the morning. Hope you and Rose had fun at the party!”

*click*

I let out a deep breath all at once and fell back onto Zack’s bed. Yeah, that’s right. Zack, not Rose my best friend. 

Let me rewind a bit.  1. There was a party, 2. Rose was there, 3. Now I’m in Zack’s bed, crashing at his house partly because I really didn’t want to go home to an empty house, annnd partly because he’s hot I hadn’t gotten any in a while. Hehe.

My Mom trusted Rose entirely though, even more than me, so there was no danger of her calling her up to check if I really was staying over (also it was frickin’ 2 am). But even if she did, Rose always knew exactly what to say to cover for me. Best friend for life <3

People always said that it was amazing that we were actually friends because we’re as different as chalk and cheese. With honey-blonde locks and deep blue eyes, Rose is your typical all-American gal: smart, pretty and sweet, pale virgin skin, would never dare to cuss and hasn’t willingly worn pants ever since I can remember (that means dresses and skirts even in the middle of winter, the crazy girl!). I on the other hand, have hair the colour of dark chocolate and tawny-green eyes, I’m astute and feisty but certainly not sweet, I’ve got sun-kissed skin that’s definitely not virgin (in both senses of the word) with tattoos on my arms and back, I cuss when I feel like it and sometimes I feel like chillin' in my underwear.

I’m a self-proclaimed bad girl.

Not bad by design, but I do what I want and mostly it’s stuff I shouldn’t be doing.

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xx Cerise