Chapter 12: I think this girl just might have bipolar disorder.

Scarlet's POV

“It’s good that you came to your senses and apologized, or I am telling you I would have tortured you by not bringing you your precious Starbucks in the morning,” She disclosed in a patronizing tone to show that she meant every single word she said even when I knew it was nothing but an empty threat, she would never actually go through with it.

“Yeah, thankfully,” I agreed to the fact that she basically brings me my life support every morning; I wouldn’t dare argue with her on that.

I could tell that she knew I didn’t take her ‘threat’ seriously but still she reciprocated a smile when I went along with it. I would have been happier if she really did stop spending so much money on me. I didn’t like how she basically buys it for me all year round without any complaints.

I know that she has enough money to buy me a supply of Starbucks for a lifetime but that doesn’t mean I would want her to spend it on me.

But I didn’t protest like the many times I did before it only leads to an argument which I never win. I just try to be normal about my best friend being filthy loaded and that it came with side effects of being showered with costly affections.

You would think why would I make such a big issue about it? But money often ruins relationships.

“How long till we finish this?” she groaned looking at the littered sheets and books around us. Half of them were not even needed but Denise came in with a bunch of fashion and makeup magazines to give boost to our creativity and get the juices flowing quickly.

“Denny, we have only finished half of the project today,” I laughed looking at the annoyed expression she was sporting.

She was much more irritated than usual because she had been receiving continuous calls from her father’s secretary on regards with a business project she had been working on. She was a genius in that aspect and driven by big dreams but she often lost her patience when they interrupted her girl time with me.

According to her it was something along the lines that business shouldn’t be brought up when in company of near and dear ones.

“Ugh! We have three weeks to do this project right? Let’s continue the rest of this some other day, I am bored,” She reasoned while sprawling on my bed, arms stretched above her to release tension from her muscles.

“Yeah fine with me,” I muttered cleaning my bed and placing all the papers and books on the table beside it. Needless to say, I did most of the work today what with Denise being busy with her business and calls for most of the time. I am not complaining though, following and achieving one’s dreams is a remarkable quality not everyone has the guts to possess.

She took up cosmetology as a minor subject just for fun when in fact she is actually majoring in business. And whenever I ask her why would she take a subject that is not even relevant to her stream she will always joke that she has to be around to protect me from all the boys spreading fake love.

She was weird but I wouldn’t have her any other way.

“What do you plan on doing today?” she asked while lying beside me.

“I am actually going to a club today,” I revealed a mischievous expression gracing my face.

“What? You should have told me before I am not prepared; I’ll have to rush home right now to get ready,” She panicked already climbing off the bed.

“Wait, I said I, not we. I am taking Andrew to the club with me,” I hurriedly shouted before she could run out of my room.

Halting abruptly half way out, she turned around and grasping the material near her chest, she furrowed her eyebrows and after a tear fell from her eye, she whispered something in a dramatically low voice which I couldn’t even hear.

I knew that something like this would happen when I break the news to her.

Cursing the heavens above for surrounding me with such dramatic people in my life I asked her, annoyed, “What are you blubbering about? I can’t hear you.”

Sharply looking at me she pointed a finger at me and shouted, “How could you not tell me about this before? I thought we were partners in this crime!”

I felt like I was in a soap opera with all the drama going on around me. Was being dramatic the new normal because it seemed like everyone I know was always just being uniquely bizarre.

“I was going to tell you after we finished today’s work because I did make this plan less than ten minutes ago when you went to take a bathroom break. Look I just texted him and he agreed,” I explained while showing her the text messages.

I didn’t even give her time to act out another scene for demanding proof of my words. I knew she wouldn’t stop until she made sure that I was being honest. She could be very clingy at times.

Immediately wiping her cheeks, she snatched the phone from my hands and then smiled at me, “Ah okay I’ll go now, enjoy your date tonight.”

She then turned and skipped out the door and a few seconds later I heard the front door being banged shut.

I think this girl just might have bipolar disorder.

I wouldn’t even bother to tell her that, as the only thing she would get from my sarcasm is that I care so much about her and not that she could potentially be a mental patient who needs treatment.

Maybe that will be me after this date only that I will be a patient of diabetes with all the sweetness Andrew oh so graciously bestows upon me.

Anyways I need to get ready I have less than three hours to turn myself into a smoking hot Scarlet, one on whom Andrew can’t help but drool.

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