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Kallie's POV
My eyes widen as I walk into our new apartment. It’s not massive but it’s big, and nice. Really, really nice.
“Wow.” I breathe out as I take in the fully furnished living room.
“I know right? How frickin’ cool is this?” My best friend, and flat mate, Brooke asks as she walks in the door behind me.
“It’s really nice. Like really, really nice. Are you sure your dad is okay with us paying almost nothing for this place?” I ask worryingly as I follow her through to the kitchen. My eyes widen yet again as I take in all the brand new stainless steel appliances.
‘Mr Carter really has out done himself.’ I think to myself.
“Kallie you worry way too much. Dad wouldn’t have bought the place for us if he didn’t think he could handle us paying peanuts for it.” She says, waving away my concerns.
“I know but-“
“No, no buts. Kallie enjoy this. We’re going to be two of the only people at university that doesn’t have to work our arses off to come up with rent money plus uni fees. All our time can be spent on our studies. Well, almost all our time.” She giggles as she wriggles her eyebrows up and down suggestively. I give her a shy smile as I nod. She’s right of course. This is a major plus for us in the financial department.
“But you’re sure your dad doesn’t want at least a little more in rent?” I ask again.
“Kallie!” Brooke groans as she shoots me a look.
“Just making sure.” I smile back with a small shrug.
“Come on we have more boxes, two car loads of them and then it’s officially celebrating time.”
“Celebrating time?” I ask cautiously.
“Oh yeah, you and I are hitting the town tonight miss Hudson. Gotta check out all the eye candy early before all the good ones get snatched up.” She giggles as she pulls me back through the lounge room and out the apartment door.
I watch as she hurries down the stairs, gossiping about what she should wear tonight. I shake my head as I follow down behind her. Even after five years of friendship I still don’t understand her at times.
Brooke Carter is everything I’m not. Smart, funny, wild and stunningly beautiful. She’s literally the whole package. Every guy’s fantasy.
A flip of her long chocolate brown hair and a bat of her emerald greens was enough to have guys tripping over themselves to get to her. Add her body into the mix and she could have any guy she wanted eating out of the palm of her hand. Long tanned legs, slender figure and D cup boobs to kill for was what completed the package.
I, on the other hand am plain Jane compared to Brooke. I’m not ugly by any means, but I’m not beautiful. I’m average. I’m shy, slightly clumsy, a total bookworm and boring, that’s the only way to explain me.
Sure, I had an okay body, toned thanks to running. My chest size wasn’t as big as Brooke’s, an average C cup. My long honey blonde hair and blue eyes were pretty enough but nothing spectacular. Brooke, of course, argues with me relentlessly about it but she’s biased in my opinion. While Brooke’s idea of a good night is out on the town, dancing and drinking, my idea of a good night is in my bed with one of my many book boyfriends to keep me company.
We really are complete opposites, but I had decided long ago that was why we worked so well.
Brooke and I had met in high school, grade eight. I had been even more shy back then. A total nerd who stuck out like a sore thumb. Brooke of course had been the school’s number one golden girl. Everyone loved Brooke. She’d also been the schools number one bitch, and my number one bully. The first couple of months had been hell thanks to Brooke. Her and her ‘minions’ as I had called them back then had teased and picked on me relentlessly. From tipping my books over on the way to class to stuffing my locker with toilet paper she’d made sure to make me cry at least once a day.
Thankfully though there was a little thing the universe liked to call Karma, and boy did she get a good dose of it. Her minions had already poked their fun and left for class one fateful day but Brooke wouldn’t give up. She’d made a huge show of tipping my books over in the hallway, slamming me into the door behind me. Pity for her it was the principal’s door and he’d all but blown as a gasket when he opened it to find me on the floor in tears and Brooke standing above me taunting me. We’d ended up in detention.
Yes, BOTH, of us.
I’m still not sure how that came to be but I put it down to fate. We had spent the first ten minutes of detention in silence before she had huffed, rolled her eyes and turned to me. After a bit of nasty, bitchy banter we had spent the rest of detention talking. We walked out of the classroom that day as friends and never looked back. Over the years our friendship had only grown stronger.
“Earth to Kallie. Come back Kallie.” Brooke says as she waves a hand in front of my face. I blink rapidly a couple of times before she comes back into focus.
“Sorry, thinking.” I offer sheepishly as I take the offered boxes.
“Wanna share those amusing thoughts?” She asks as she tucks a box under each arm.
“Oh nothing really, just thinking about how we became friends.” I smile as she rolls her eyes playfully.
“I was young and naïve, what can I say?” She sighs dramatically before a smile lights up her face.
“Brooke you are such a drama queen.” I giggle as she winks before dashing up the stairs. I shake my head, bending to place a door stopper under the door to prop it open.
It takes us a couple of hours to empty both cars and put all our things away. While I don’t have a lot of clothes and shoes like Brooke, I do however own a lot of books. Six boxes worth of them. Lugging them all up three flights of stairs made for a great work out.
“Okay so I’ve text Shauna and Lilly, they’re meeting us at Mystic.” She tells me as she collapses on the lounge. I try not to screw my nose up at the thought of the club. Mystic is a classy club in the Valley, a short cab ride from here but it’s not my scene.
“Don’t give me that look, you’re coming and I’m not taking no for an answer.” Brooke wiggles her finger in my face before she presses a kiss to my cheek. I roll my eyes but smile as I nod.
“Wasn’t dreaming of saying no.” She gives me a ‘yeah right’ look but says nothing as she checks the time.
“Shit, come on we only have four hours to get ready.” She squeals as she pulls me from the couch and pushes me in the direction of my bathroom.
“Go shower, then meet me in my room. I have the perfect outfit for you to wear.” She grins cheekily before she skips off to her room, shutting the door behind her.
‘That girl’s going to kill me.’ I think to myself as I rush into the bathroom, locking the door behind myself.
I flick the taps on and let the water run for a bit while I undress. I pull my hair up into a high messy bun, making sure it won’t get wet.
Stepping under the shower spray I groan in delight. The water’s perfect, hot enough to soothe my aching muscles from a day’s worth of moving.
As much as I want to I know that if I take too long Brooke will break the door down. I grab my face wash and wash my face quickly. I’d been blessed with clean skin, only ever having a handful of pimples in my life time, but I never wanted to jinx it.
I quickly, but carefully, shaved my legs, making sure they were nice and smooth once more. Lastly I grabbed my shower gel, squeezing a small amount into the palm of my hand. With lathered up hands I start at my neck and work my way down, washing all over my body.
I hear the pipes give a small shudder and I pause before quickly rinsing off. My gut tells me I have about five minutes to get dried, dressed and my arse into Brooke’s room before she comes looking for me. My gut is usually right.