"Nicole!"
Snapping out of her train of thought, Nicole would turn her attention back to the blonde.
"What?"
"Bitch were you even listening to me at all? I've been sitting here talking for like 10 minutes." Jecka would cross her arms, aggravated.
"I was listening holy shit, I don't have to look directly at you to listen." Nicole would roll her eyes.
"Whatever, bitch. Anyway, like I was saying, Kelly told me-"
Yeah, she immediately zoned back out.
She wasn't listening to whatever shit Jecka was telling her about classes she wasn't even in. It's not like Nicole was intentionally ignoring her just to be a bitch, just thinking. Nicole was thinking about every small and big thing in her life; whether that be past, present, or future. They were in the middle of senior year, yet Nicole has no idea what she wants to do with her life.
With her grades though there's not many things she can do that the bitches with an A average could, she's just gonna hope she can still do something decent. She doesn't even know if she wants to go to college; she's been awaiting senior year her whole school life, why do even more school just for more options? Fucking stupid how the world works.
She could kill herself? No, she would never admit this to her, but the only reason she hasn't killed herself yet was due to Jecka. That dumb bitch. How does she wanna continue on with life just because of a typical blonde bimbo who hooks up with a new guy every single party? She never expected life to turn to this, she's never actually felt this way for anyone. Maybe she ate something wrong. Maybe whatever she ate was poisoned and she can fucking die before she thinks more about this shit.
She's always found Jecka hot, and she will admit sometimes it's in a lesbian way. Well, who could blame her? She's best friends with a bitch who could easily pass anybody with whos more attractive in a contest. She didn't know what made her so hot; maybe it was the way her long blonde hair sat perfectly 24/7. Maybe it was how she pulls off the typical dark tan (including her obvious tan line from her straps,) with light pink lipgloss, thick mascara, and shimmery lipgloss. Maybe just maybe it was also how she always sprayed a ridiculous amount of Hollister perfume on her every so often. (She can't stand it, but she can admit that bitch is always smelling good.)
All of a sudden, Nicole would notice Jecka look back over at her, a confused look.
"Bitch, what has you so distracted?! You're staring at me like I'm crazy." Jecka exclaims.
"What do you wanna do when we graduate and have to actually live a life?" The brunette would ask unexpectedly.
Jecka would stare at her stumped for a slight second, but then her face would seem like she's actually taking thought into Nicole's sudden question.
"I don't know? Like, I have a few careers in min-"
"No, not just a career. Like, just living?"
"Bitch, I don't know! Where are these questions coming from?"
Putting her hand on her face and then slowly sliding it down, Nicole would just roll her eyes.
"Can a bitch not be curious? We graduate in a couple of months, I just wanna know."
Shrugging, Jecka would pull out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, lighting it.
"Nicole, I really don't wanna have a whole headache thinking about my future; its the weekend." Jecka would say, cigarette still in mouth and smoke spilling out every word she said.
Hesitating on her words for a second, Nicole would finally speak.
"Do you think we'll still be friends then? Like, in 3 years from now?" Nicole would ask, and her words soundes genuine.
Raising an eyebrow, Jecka would shrug again.
"I think so, it's not like we have anything to hate each other for. You're the main and only bitch I'm around now."
Nicole would stand up from her bed.
"Let's just forget about it, let's go raid my mom's medicine and liquor cabinet."