"What the hell is wrong you, Theodore Hopkins?!" She yelled back, her face flushed from anger and irritation. However, she could bet she felt him roll his eyes from the other end. Rather than get angry at her words, his voice rang through the line in a carefree manner. "Thought we've settled that. But don't worry, muffin, I'll remind you later. Mom asked me to remind you that you never said you were spending the night at Arlene's."
"Mom never said that you twit. Besides, it's barely seven in the evening."
"Whatever. Done my part. Mom! She said she's on her way." She heard him yell like her mom wasn't close by, before ending the call. She huffed, putting the phone away from her ear. "Such nerves." She muttered, glaring at her phone screen. She was used to his manipulations.
"My boyfriend?" Arlene asked with a bit difficulty, trying to suppress a laugh.
Delaney shot her a playful glare. "Dating Theo is simply asking for a death sentence. I rather get knocked down by a truck than watch you date that jerk. Worst baby brother ever."
Arlene finally let it out. She couldn't contain the laughter any longer - it was choking. "Don't hurt him, please."
"I can barely contain myself." Delaney seethed.
"Your look tells more." "We should be on our way. C'mon." Arlene called, holding her handle.
"So how would you rock your outfit? You should go on that purple pants and the white crop top. It's gonna be amazing." Delaney suggested as they rode off. She has calmed down a little, just a little, to clear her foggy thoughts. She still had a revenge plan at the back of her mind.
"I don't even know of any purple pants." Arlene replied, her face all muffled up.
"Why?"
"You shouldn't expect me to know that, when you literally bought the whole mall."
Delaney chortled slightly. "It's no one's fault, you know. Why would you expect me to let you wear rags to school?" Arlene let out a smile. She was grateful she had such a friend.
"Hey." Delaney suddenly called.
"What?"
"Race you home!" She shot, riding off at a faster pace.
"Hey, that's cheating!" Arlene yelled, picking up her own pace too.
.....
They arrived home and each got down her own bicycle, laughing heartily. "Hey, Arl...who owns that car? Wasn't here when we were leaving." Delaney called, pointing at a blue sports car parked in the car park.
Arlene took a long look at it with furrowed brows. She suddenly shrugged, "Don't know. Might probably be one of them." She said, emphasizing the 'them' while taking the bags off the bicycle's handle. "C'Mon. We're taking the front door this time." She said, walking towards the front porch.
"Using the window's always better." Delaney whimpered.
Arlene ignored her and pushed the door open with her right foot. The door went ajar and everyone turned to it.
Arlene stilled for a moment, her eyeballs almost jumping out of their sockets as she stared at the person who sat leisurely at the dining table.