Chapter Nine

I leaned my head against my locker, feeling absolutely defeated. I felt a presence next to me and I didn't bother looking up, knowing it was Tori.

"I can't believe everything that has happened today. First, when we got in that fight with Stacey, then the Coke getting poured on me and then I had to wear these clothes; and finally, Stacey tried to fight with me again over clothes. People will get suspicious if the year continues like this," I complained with tears threatening to spill out. My head felt like it was going to explode from all the stress I was currently feeling.

"Awe, it's fine, babe. Don't worry, it's almost Friday and soon enough we'll be on our way to New York to get away from everything and everyone. Tomorrow starts a new and exciting fashion adventure." She shook my arms, forcing me to look at her. “People are going to forget all about everything by next week. Now, about the clothes part, I already told you, you're fine. And about Stacey, she won't ever forget what happened today, but that's Stacey, it won't last long before she will find some other person to pick on for a while. Now, shut up and be excited for New York!" 

I looked at her with absolute awe. This girl doesn't fail to amaze me. "Thanks, Tori. I definitely needed that," I said, hugging her.

"I know," Tori said, shrugging with a smile on her lips. She was about to add something, but was cut off by my phone ringing. Really loudly, I may add,

"Hello," I said, my face red as a tomato from my phone going off playing “The Year 3000” by Busted.

"Hey, babe," a husky voice said from the other side of the phone.

"Who is this?" I asked, confused, as my eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"Wow, I'm hurt you don't remember me," the husky voice replied with a teasing tone clear in his voice.

"Listen, I don't care who the he—"