THEM

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 13

ELLA'S POV

It's Saturday and Lola has persuaded me into going out with her today, well, more like forced.

"Hurry up." Lola complains as she keeps hitting the car horn at me.

I roll my eyes as I lock the front door and walk towards her.

"Can't you have more patience." I snap at her as I close the door and fasten my seat belt.

"I would, but I just don't want to." She shrugs as she reverses from the driveway.

I roll my eyes and slouch on the seat, while pulling my black hoodie over my eyes.

"Oh for f**k sakes." I hear Lola mumble.

She grips my hoodie back so she can see my face.

"Ahh, my eyes. Turn the light off." I snap back covering my eyes with my hands.

"Why the f**k are you dress for a funeral." She asks

"I don't know what you're talking about." I reply as I put my head phones in.

"You better not be listening to the band 'kiss'. It's one thing to look like an emo, but it's another to act like on." She scowls at me.

Lola then pulls my phone away from me and chucks it in the back seat.

"Hey!" I snap at her, shocked from her behaviour.

"Hey to you too." She replies annoyed as she focuses on the road.

"Where are we going anyway?" I ask, to lighten up the mood.

"Well we're defiantly not going to a funeral or preparing for some sacrifice." She replies while looking me up and down at my clothes.

I roll my eyes and scoff. "So, what? We're going to a strip club then." I eye her back looking at her clothes.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "No, we're going to meet up with some friends." She smiles, but I didn't miss the mischief in her eyes.

I laugh hysterically at her. "What friends? Everyone hates our guts besides each other."

She gives a light chuckle as she nods in agreement. "Well, that is true.But while you were playing with voodoo dolls, and hiding from the light as if you were an owl. I made some new friends."

I look at her confused. What friends could Lola make? I'm the only kind of person who can put up with her 'adventures', and rude behaviour. I don't even know if you could even call them that, there more like suicidal ideas but just add the 'fun night' as the title.

"I had reasons." I mumble.

"We all have reasons, but yours don't justify with the bipolar disorder." She replies with a sassy tone.

I roll my eyes as I prepare to meet these so called, 'new friends'.

"And I do not have voodoo dolls." I mumble.

"Tomato, Tamoto." She replies as she looks intensely at the road.

Before I went to close my eyes to go to sleep for the rest of the drive, a thought came to my mind and my eyes shot up.

With widen eyes and confusion dripping from my expression, I eye Lola.

"Didn't you loose your license?" She looks over at me and smirks as she glares back at the road.

"I can't loose something that isn't actually lost. Neither can the police take my license away from me, that will be theft."

I swear Lola is becoming more and more like an insane person. It's only a matter of time before someone accuses her of metal instability.

I close my eyes and shrug of my insane best-friend's words. She really is going to get me killed one day. I just hope that day doesn't come too soon. Or even worse, she might get herself killed with the way her mind works.

Well, Lola did tell me she would rather die on an adventure then in a hospital gown, dying from old age instead of adrenaline was something she didn't take a liking to.

I remember her exact words when she was 12.

"I rather die with a good story as my legacy, not some moochy love story about how I manged to not divorce my old husband."

I chuckle lightly at the 12 year old Lola in my thoughts. I just hope these 'new friends' were nothing like Lola. Not that I mind her unique character. I rather just have 1 normal friend who can understand me, instead of a friend, like sister, who drags me in all her adventures.

I guess will have to wait and see to I meet them.