Tracy had been spending more time at Heather’s house than her own, an attempt to escape the terrors of Patty. Her dad and the evil soon to be stepmother were now knee deep in wedding preparation and Tracy didn’t want to be anywhere near that, she was still trying to think of a way out of being one of the bridesmaids. She didn’t want to be the bridesmaid to Patty, yuck.
So it was just another typical night at Heather’s, Heather was on her bed reading skimming through a book she needed to write an essay about before tomorrow and Tracy was painting her nails a pretty shade of light pink because she had already gotten all her homework done. She could not stand to be late, or even close to it. She didn't need any extra stress.
A ding from her phone pulled her away for her careful focus on her nails, but thankfully not causing her to ruin them. She carefully put the top back on the nail polish and got her phone with the hand that didn’t have any polish on it yet, no point in risking any damage to her perfectly polished hand.
It was a text from her dad saying “you’re going dress shopping with Patty tomorrow, no buts.” Tracy groaned and tossed her phone away from her, no way was she ever going anywhere with Patty, and her dad knew it.
“You okay down there?” Heather asked peering down at Tracy who had now moved to laying on her back.
“Don’t tell me you messed up your nail polish,” Heather asked, rolling her eyes before looking back at her book.
“No, I didn’t” Tracy scoffed, “My dad wants me to go dress shopping with Patty, not gonna happen.”
“Tracy,” Heather said, her voice taking on that dangerous tone that told Tracy that a lecture was coming. She had to admit that sometimes Heather acted a bit like a mom.
“You know you’re gonna have to go sometimes, why don’t you just get it over with?” she continued.
“Why? I don’t wanna be her stupid bridesmaid,” Tracy said, yanking on her ponytail as she always did when she was stressed.
All she heard from Heather was an annoyed sigh and a page turning, then “well I don’t wanna write this stupid paper, but does it look like I have a choice? Do it for your dad.”
“I hate him too,” Tracy said, though that wasn’t entirely true. She just hated that he had to go and fall in love again, it was perfectly fine when it was just them two. Then Patty came along sweet talking him with long words and astronomy, and now this was happening.
“Tracy, I know you don’t wanna hear this-”
“No, I really don’t. Please don’t go on, I don’t care.” Tracy interrupted, sitting up and glaring at Heather. “I’ve heard it all the other times you’ve told me and I don’t care.”
“You’re acting like a twelve year old!” Heather said, sitting up herself and crossing her arms, sending an equally chilly glare to Tracy.
Tracy just shook her head and stood up, “home would be better than this lecturing.”
“That’s where you should be,” Heather said, “facing your problems instead of running away. None of this is healthy.”
“If I wanted a therapist I would have went to one when my dad first brought it up,” Tracy said.
“I am just trying to be your friend,” Heather said, the defiance leaving her face and being replaced by hurt. Tracy almost backed down but hated to lose, she didn’t want Heather ot think she can just start bossing her around.
“Then act like one,” she said before turning around quickly on her heel and stomping out the door.
“Tracy!” Heather called after her, Tracy ignored her and continued hastily stuff her shoes on and leave just as she heard Heather stomping down the stairs herself.
Tracy was thankful for her car and a quick getaway as she pulled out of Heather’s driveway fast, but not too fast as even when in a fight she couldn’t go breaking the law, and driving away as Heather appeared on her steps looking sad and small.
The third fight of the week.
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