In circles
706 Words
Heather's pov
“Alright, close your eyes—we’re almost there,” Sally said, steering the car with one hand while tossing me a blindfold. We’d been driving for what felt like forever, and I was starting to suspect she was intentionally taking the long route just to throw me off.
“Tch, we’ve been driving for ages! Now you want me to blindfold myself? Seriously?” I grumbled, the hunger clawing at me. If I passed out from dizziness because of this blindfold, I’d never forgive her.
“It’s a surprise, Heather! Now, do the honors,” Sally said with that smug tone, throwing the blindfold onto my lap and grabbing the wheel with both hands.
“Fine, but if there’s no food involved in this ‘surprise,’ I’ll murder you all for this drama,” I grumbled, tying the blindfold around my eyes. I crossed my arms, doing my best to keep my cool.
“Good girl.” Sally’s voice was full of amusement.
“Hmph.” I turned to face the window, ignoring her. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me sulk.
The car slowed down, and I could feel it as Sally turned and reversed into a parking space, then the car came to a stop.
“We’re here!” Sally’s excited voice filled the car as she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door.
“Sally?” I called out, but she didn’t answer.
I fumbled with the blindfold, frustrated. The damn thing was making me feel like I might lose my balance. Almost ready to rip it off, I heard my door open. “Hey, stop! I’ll help you out! I was just letting the others know we’re here,” she explained, clearly trying to cover for something.
“You left me here blindfolded?” I exclaimed, outraged.
“Sorry, I had to make sure everything was set up. I didn’t want you to walk into an unfinished mess,” she explained casually, no hint of guilt in her tone.
I was going to get her back for this, no question about it.
“Before you start plotting your revenge, let’s get you inside,” Sally said, tugging me out of the car.
“I wasn’t planning revenge,” I retorted.
“Right, after ten years of being friends, I really can’t tell when you’re about to get your revenge,” Sally said dryly.
“What kind of best friend memorizes that look?” I huffed, as she helped me out of the car.
“Your revenge is something else. I’d rather deal with your lies than get myself involved in another I want you back letter situation.” Sally’s tone dripped with sarcasm, reminding me of when I wrote a letter to her ex asking him to take her back when she’d ditched me for a hook-up. Let’s just say, my revenge was sweet, Sally never ditched me again in 6 years.
“Ouch! Sally, I’ll kill you! These are new shoes!” I yelped as I stubbed my toe on something hard.
“Sorry! But I told you it’s a high step—be careful!” she whined.
I sighed, giving up on being mad. “How far are we? This feels like a survival course, not a bridal shower.”
“We’re almost there. Just a few more steps,” Sally said.
I stopped. Something wasn’t right. “Sally?”
“Yeah?” she asked, a little too cautious.
“We’ve been going around the same block, haven’t we?” I asked, suddenly realizing.
Silence.
“How did you know?” she finally admitted, sounding guilty.
“I’ve smelled that grilled fish from the same restaurant like four times now,” I said, and she burst out laughing.
“I’m so sorry! The girls weren’t ready, so I had to stall. But knowing your impatient self, I figured it’d take longer if I just pretended to walk you there,” she confessed with a laugh.
“You’re the worst,” I groaned, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing too. She’d definitely owe me for this.
“Alright, alright, they’re done! Let’s go for real this time,” Sally said, taking my hand.
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