Disclaimer: All credit for the characters, some of the lines and emails, and some of the plot goes to Becky Albertalli.
Simon's POV
So I guess Abby and Martin are friends now or something, because Martin's sitting at our lunch table, and he's looking pretty damn smug. And he's making all these stupid jokes that Abby's laughing at. I guess that Waffle House thing a couple nights ago really helped. I glance over at Nick, who's dropped out of a conversation with Leah and is staring at Abby and Martin instead.
I mean, I feel bad. I really do. But if Martin and Abby are getting along, it means that Martin isn't going to leak my emails, which means I'm not going to lose Blue. And this is low of me, I know, but that makes it worth it.
Martin grabs some fries off Abby's plate.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Abby exclaims, then laughs when Martin informs her he's a fry shark. "Yeah, good fry shark, I didn't even know you were coming in!"
"Thank you! You know what day it is?"
"What day is it?"
"Must be fry-day!"
"Ohhhh!"
I swear to god, Martin and his stupid jokes. I huff out a laugh, and I can feel Nick looking at me, but I don't look his way. I feel my heart drop a little. I'm supposed to be his best friend, and here I am setting up the girl he likes with a guy I know we all think is annoying.
Bram Greenfeld and Garrett Laughlin walk over and sit down beside Nick just as Martin's making another joke.
"Hey guys, guys. What do you get when you mix black and Jewish? Blueish!"
Abby laughs, but I'm completely shocked. I can't believe he would threaten me like that, especially when he's getting along so well with Abby. I stare at him. And then, something even more unbelievable happens.
"Hey, Bram, that's you!" Garrett grins, smacking Bram on the back. And Bram looks just as horrified as I am. Oh my freaking god. Bram is Blue.