Chapter Three

Skylar

Lila and I walk into my apartment and she throws her stuff on the ground. Her shoes and socks land near the door. I roll my eyes and point at the shoe rack mere inches from her shoes. "Put them in there. You're not trashing my apartment this time." I say. Lila puts her hands on her hips, her lip out in a pout. "But trashing your apartment is the best part of my day." I shake my head as I walk to the kitchen. "Why do I put up with you?" Lila flops down on my couch. "Because I'm your best friend and you love me."

I snort and throw a bag of Doritos at her. "Best friend, yes. Love you, I'm starting to question it. You can't stay too long. Someone's coming over today to look at the sink. I don't need you plotting how to catch your next victim." Lila places her hand over her heart, feigning hurt. "Is that how you see me? Some whore cougar roaming the streets, looking for her next prey? I'm offended." I raise an eyebrow at her. "Why? We both know it's true. Eat your chips and go home. I still need to clean up before the repair man gets here."

Lila opens the bag and waves a chip at me. "I'm tempted to eat as slowly as I can, but for your sake I'll be quick. Next time, you're going to have to be nice to me." I smile and shake my head as I start cleaning up the kitchen. When Lila finishes her chips, she leaves the bag on the couch and gives me her best evil laugh as she walks out the door. I sigh and throw her bag in the trash.

After cleaning for the next two hours, my doorbell rings. I straighten my hair and take a deep breath. I open my door with the brightest smile I can muster. "Good morning, sir. Thank you..." My voice trails off and my eyes widen at the sight before me. The rude man from earlier looks back at me with the same surprise I have. "You! What are you doing here? Where's the repair man?" I ask looking around behind him. The man holds up a tool box. "You're looking at him, unfortunately. If I had known this was your apartment-" "You would've turned the other way. I'm not happy about it either. Just hurry up and get it done."

The man pushes past me again and goes to the kitchen. "Might want to be more respectful to the person in charge of fixing your sink." I follow him into my kitchen. "I'm still waiting on an apology. You ruined my blouse." I say. He shakes his head and kneels beside the sink. "You ruined your blouse. Do we really have to go through this again?" I huff and grab a bag of Lays, heading to my couch. Ugh! Why did it have to be him? Maybe my sink is best left broken.