Annie Ender
Her hair was in a loose plait, which she had done the previous night after showering so it would be easy to manage in the morning. Turns out it was a good choice, and when she brushed through it it was left with a gently wave and there were still streaks of dark brown from it being wet, but she didn't mind. Picking out an outfit was easy too, very light pink distressed skinny jeans and a cute white, sleeveless top that was held up by her chest- she would have to remember not to slouch when she sat that day, didn't want to accidentally flash anyone.
Surprisingly, she left her room sort of happy, even though her feet were killing in the black and tan sandals she wore. Maybe she was dressed up a little bit to impress her best friend, or even get some extra tips, who knew what other boys would decide to take a liking to her? Either way, it was a huge change from her usual hoodie-and-hottopic-jeans default, which would probably be what she was outfitted in for the rest of the year. And it wasn't like she had the most attractive attitude either, so she didn't understand why she had had so much luck with guys in the past. It must have been the rare days that she did wear nice things, or just that she was a total bitch and "hard to get", as she had been told. Suppose she was though, but she had no idea why that was a turn-on for some guys. Annie wasn't even at the diner yet when she pressed call on her cell, not knowing if her best friend was there already or not.
Annie hadn't been in a relationship that lasted any longer than a few weeks, maybe a month if they were especially entertaining. It wasn't really a flaw, at least she didn't count it as one, though she knew she had a lot of them. Instead she just saw it as... She hadn't found the right one yet, hadn't found someone that she actually wanted to make a relationship work with. For now then, she was happy with just messing around a bit, having fun while she could. More often than not it was the guy that left her, since she didn't ever try very hard in a relationship. That's sort of how she was in all aspects of her life though- friendships, work, school. People either figured it out and learned to deal with it, or decided she wasn't worth their time. As for school, people had always told her that she could have probably graduated as valedictorian if she had actually tried, but she hadn't- hardly ever did her homework. It didn't matter to her though, it never had, but after her father died she had become less and less concerned with certain affairs. Especially relationships, she hadn't "dated" anyone in a few months.
As for her relationship with her best friend though, she really had no idea how he put up with her at all. They seemed like, no they were, complete opposites. Annie just wanted to have fun most of the time and he seemed to have a stick up his ass half the time. Somehow they made it work though, balanced each other out or maybe just drove each other crazy. The first few months she had known him though, she wouldn't let him see her unless she was at her best, maybe searching for some sort of approval from him. Even if he always complimented her and was there to help whenever she needed it, she was pretty sure he was like that for most people and wanted something else. After realizing she wasn't going to get that though, she sort of stopped trying, letting him see her in sweats and when her hair wasn't done, even without make-up. Anyone who knew Annie would agree when she said she was complex, more so than most females combined. Within minutes she could change her mind about something, but she would still fight that she was right even if she knew she was wrong. And while most people tried for something they wanted, she sort of expected it to be given to her, and if it wasn't she forgot about it. Had this talent of being incredibly emotionally detached from most situations.
Her cell started vibrating a few moments later, and she looked down at it with a scowl after pulling it away from her ear. Her best friend had picked up and hung up without her noticing, and she had just gotten a text from Leah informing her of a party at eight. She typed a quick message as she walked into the diner, then threw her phone in the bin- where it would stay until break.
I'll be there.
...and she was, later that night at about nine- late, but only because of work -and dressed in a cute black and red dress.
