I smoke one cigarette before I finish my beer and walk upstairs to get ready for the party. After I come out of the shower I have a missed call from Zoe, so I call her back.
"Hi babe, what are you doing?" her voice rings through the phone and I sit down on my bed in my underwear.
"I’m just getting dressed, when are you going to be there?"
"In an hour or so. Is that bitch Nicole invited too?" she asks and I clench my teeth, because I hate it when she talks shit about Nicki.
I let out a ‘mhm’ to let her know that Nicki will be there too.
"Hm, okay, which means I need to dress up better than her." She contemplates over the phone and I listen to her rummage through some stuff on the other line.
"Why do you need to compete with her?" I ask as I look through my closet for something to put on.
"Because I want everyone to know that I’m better for you than her."
I sigh. Not this again. "How many times do I have to tell you-"