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The next next next NEEEEXT part (i’ll put a new title next time, i promise) November 19, 2013

Filed under: 2013,writing — pinkdoughnuts15 @ 9:25 am

She had known him only for about an hour before lunch. He was one of those guys that everyone knew of, but no one actually knew.  Sure, he was good looking and an amazing soccer player, but there was already a top player in that sport (Roger), so he ended up standing in the lamp light. This wasn’t a particularly good place to stand, of course, but he bore it quite well for someone with his talent. Of course, only a few people really knew he was talented. This was, in a way, good because Roger didn’t see his as competition. No competition + belief that you rule the school = all-powerfulness + girls + no trouble. That’s just how things worked.

But then they went to state. This was when the real trouble started.

She remembered going to the state game with Tristan, Lydia, and Liz. They had already bought enough food for half an army (and had even more in the girls’ purses) and were excitedly anticipating the start of the game.

Liz, standing on the sidelines and waving to every guy in a uniform, said wistfully, “Oh, if only Roger would notice me…I swear, we would totally be the cutest couple. Like, ever.”

Lydia, usually the person most annoyed with Liz, said, “Liz, you say that about every single freaking guy. If I hear you say that ONE MORE TIME, I’m going to take a gun to your head and-“

“GUYS. Don’t be so darn violent. Jeez.”

“Like you’re one to talk Tristan. I heard you talking about wanting a chainsaw for your birthday.”

She loved hearing her friends argue about silly meaningless things like this. It made her feel better knowing that they were all harmonizing. Even if harmonizing meant debating who was more violent and talking about chainsaws.

Faking his being offended, Tristan scoffed, “PSH, please Liz. You’re obviously the most violent out of everybody. You remember when Noah decided to take you out, and you-“

“MAY I PLEASE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. WE’D LIKE TO ANNOUNCE THAT THE GAME HAS BEEN POSTPONED DUE TO VARIOUS PLAYERS BEING INJURED. WE’D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVINIENCE AND WISH YOU A GOOD REST OF YOUR EVENING. THANK YOU.”

Audibly groaning and shouting protests, the crowd reluctantly got up and left their seats.

“Dude, I’m so going back up there to get a refund. I spent like, eight freaking dollars for those tickets.” Heading towards the stairs, Liz was looking more annoyed with life than usual.

“Hear, hear. I’m goin’ with Liz…y’all coming?” Lydia raised an eyebrow and turned towards Tristan.

“Nah, I’ll stay here with the creeper.” Finally catching up and holding at least three drinks, she threw him an annoyed look and said, “If I had any free hands right now, I would throttle you.”

Half dancing, half skipping away from reach, Tristan went towards the gate and shouted, “GOOD LUCK WITH THAT! SEE YOU GUYS TOMORROW.”

“WAIT UP DOOFUS, YOU’VE GOT MY KEYS!” Liz, struggling to run in her 5 inch pumps, quickly limped over to the gate where Tristan was grinning from ear to ear. As Tristan started to leave, she watched as Liz tackled him, and kissed him into submission.

Heaving a sigh, she turned towards Lydia who had been watching her critically.

“…what?”

“You wish you had somebody…don’t you?”

“Lydia, not now.” Pushing past Lydia, she headed towards the throng of people who were still leaving. “Weren’t we supposed to be getting a refund or something?”

Turning around to start heading in that direction, she started when she felt Lydia grab her wrist. “Don’t start. We both know what you’re thinking.”

Smirking, she said “At this rate, they’ll be out of money by the time we get there.” She turned, and started skipping away. As she glanced back, she saw Lydia shake her head and follow her.

At least she avoided that confrontation. It was hard to ignore Lydia. Lydia was a good friend, but she felt like she always had to tell her everything. But whatever, she’d be fine. She’d lasted this long, anyways.

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