Part 1

 

Chloe turned on the turn signal of her, daddy paid for, 2012, pink and white, BMW convertible and slowly pulled into the thoroughfare from the Newport Fashion Mall parking lot. She and I had just spent a fortune buying our summer wardrobes. It was one of the perks of being the young, beautiful, college student daughter of wealthy parents.

Chloe snuck a quick glance my way. "That saleslady in the last store was sure a bitch to you."

I sighed. She was indeed. "That's because she liked you and she didn't like me because of that."

"I don't get it. What's her liking me got to do with not liking you?"

I tittered, "Chloe, I love you like a sister, but sometimes you can be so obtuse."

She frowned. "Now, you're really confusing me, what's trigonometry have to do with this?"

I couldn't help it, I laughed.

Pretty Chloe's jaw tensed and her nostrils flared. My best friend didn't look too happy. "What's so effing funny?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. Obtuse has more meanings than angles and triangles. In this case, I meant slow to see things."

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Trigonometry has really been a bitch for me. Obtuse angles were on my mind. Maybe, blondes are dumb."

"No way." I rested my hand over hers on the shift knob. "You are triple smart. What's your GPA?"

"It used to be higher, but with the C+ I got in trig, it dropped to three point six nine."

"See you're smart. You're just a bit naïve. But don't worry. I'll help you whenever I can."

"That's not right. I should be able to figure stuff out on my own. And what's with holding my hand like I'm a six year old everywhere we went in the mall. Did you think I'd wander off and get lost?"

"No, you're one of my favorite, if not my favoritest person in the whole world. I like holding your hand, but if you don't want me to do it anymore, I won't"