Does. She. Ever. Stop. Talking.
I groan angrily as my phone goes off for the hundredth time in a row. What time is it? I rub my eyes and take a moment to wake up, squinting through the brightness of the sun streaming in from my window.
Ten New Messages From Psycho.
I roll my eyes and open them up.
CLEMENTINEEEEE! ARE YOU AWAKE YET? Cover oveeerrrr!
Hello, why aren't you picking up??
Are you CHEATING on me with another friend?
CLEM! ANSWER ME!
Clementineeeeee, I'm bored!
Why don't you love meeeee?
I swear if you don't answer I'll unfriend you.
Haha jk, I have no other friends please pick up...
CLEM-FUCKING-TINE.
UGH JUST COME OVER!
Mental note to self: block her.
I text back a quick I'll murder you if you ever wake me up again. Be there in 20 calm your tits and hop into the shower. My stomach churns nervously as I think about last night. I kissed Adrien. In front of Eric. Eric and I aren't friends anymore.
Ugh, whatever. I don't even want to speak to him right now anyway I'm beyond pissed off.
I didn't do anything wrong.
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"Hello. I'm Clementine," I offer the woman I'm assuming is Aya's mom a warm smile.
"Good to meet you. I'm Aya's mom," she tells me as she motions for me to come in.
"AYA! YOUR FRIEND—" she pauses and looks back at me with a panicked look, then awkwardly turns back, "... IS HERE!"
Well, I can see where she gets it from. I snort.
"I'm here," pants a breathless Aya from descending the staircase. "Well finally, took you long enough," she tells me.
"Aya, I need you to babysit your sister today," her mom says.
"Mamaaaaa! I have a guest over!" she whines.
"And? I have to go for a photoshoot and then I have a meeting with Rosie about her bridal make-up. I don't have time. You can order food," she mumbles something in Arabic to her, Aya sighs deeply and shrugs, "Fineeee."
"Yallah, bye. It was nice meeting you—" she presses her lips together as she looks at me, trying to remember my name, "Aya's friend," she settles and makes her way out the door.
"My name really isn't that hard. You and your mom are just... Something else. What does yallah mean?" I ask her as she leads the way to her room.
"Shut up, it means let's go or like... Come on, I don't know how to explain it," she shrugs. I nod in comprehension, "So you speak Arabic and English? Know anything else?" I'm curious.
"Swahili," she beams.
"Damn, okay. What does your mom do anyway?"
"She's a make-up artist," she informs me.
"That's really cool. Is Hana here already?" I ask as we enter her pink-ass room.
"Nope, her nana is in town so she canceled. McDonald's?" she asks as she holds up a pamphlet of McDonald's delivery. I shrug, "Sure."
Aya sits on her bed and crosses her legs, phone to her ear. "Hi, I'd like to place a delivery," she says.
Ordering food always gives me anxiety. I never know what to say. Do you guys deliver? Hi, I want food? It's too stressful for my ass, I'd rather just drive and pick up my food in person.
"Spicy McChicken with apple juice. Upsize duh, and um—" she glances at me and shakes her head to ask what I want.
"Nuggets is fine," I tell her.
She continues to order the food as I examine her belongings. Pictures of her and her family are placed around her room, she has a big family. I'm glad I'm an only child. I don't have a single picture with my parents other than a few from when I was younger.
I sigh and turn towards Aya, remembering she had a date last night and the friend thing to do is to ask her about it.
"How was your date, by the way?"
"Annoying. I broke up with him," she sighs.
"Oh, why?"
"HE'S SUCH A JERK! He was like I want you to know that you're my number one ho, but I have other numbers."
I snort at this, what the hell? This is getting interesting.
"LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" she yells. "Anyway, he doesn't seem to be getting the hint. He texted me good morning sweetie!" she checks her phone and her eyes go wide, "LOOK! HE JUST TEXTED AGAIN! My Ayaaaa, don't ignore me!"
I laugh, "Healthy thing you've got going. What the hell kind of guys do you go for?"
"AYA! I WANT CEREAL!" a miniature Aya makes her way into her room, pausing when she sees me.
"Who are you?"
"That's Clementine," Aya tells her.
"Nice to meet you, Clementine. I'm Meera, Aya's little sister," she gives me a sweet smile.
My eyes grow wide. I exaggerate a shocked face. "Oh my God. One of you has a brain! And she's like nine," I tease.
Aya tilts her head back in laughter and shoves me, "Shut the fuck up. Meera, tell her what you learned yesterday!"
The little girl's big eyes sparkle and her impossibly long lashes dance as she blinks and tells me about how the sun is a star and there are billions of them. How cute.
"Stop growing!" Aya tells her.
Meera laughs. "Where's my cereal?" she asks her.
Aya nods towards the door and makes her way out with Meera. "Want anything?" she asks before disappearing.
"Nope, I'm good."
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Broken
Teen Fiction"Clementine..." his voice is gentle, as though he's reading my mind. He searches my eyes, concern seeps through his features. I swallow the lump in my throat. I don't like this display of affection. I can take care of myself, I don't need his or any...
