"Hey Bebe" I say and wrap my arms around my blonde best friend. She is sitting down and facing the opposite direction, yet she knows its me. "Hey Wendy" she says in the same silly voice I said her name in. "Hey Wendy" Clyde says, mocking how Bebe and I spoke. "Go die in a ditch." I say and look back to my best friend. "So we're gonna hit up all of Denver Saturday, right?" Saturday=Halloween. We are soooo excited. "Totally" she adds a smile and a wink. I keep holding her from behind. Hugs are a good time-waster! "Awww" I heard a voice say. Followed by a heart made of his hands. Kyle. "Oh Shut up" I said and let go of my bestie. "Well at least she's not your boyfriend," He said flirtatiously. Ugh. "I DONT HAVE A BOY FRIEND!" I say my face going red. Red from Anger, or embarrassment? Even I don't know. But I do know he knows who it is I like. "Yes you do! He's standing in this very room!" he spreads his arms out wide when he says this. What the fuck? "I don't have a boyfriend Kyle!" I yell. He smiles. "Oh yes you do! He's right behind me!" He smiles as he says this. Grr. "Who? Oh" Craig says, realizing who the hell Kyle is talking about. He's talking about the tall skinny boy with raven hair and chilling blue eyes, that is pacing from wall to wall. "Oh My God, it was third grade!" I yell and smack my hands on the table. "And fourth grade!" He reminds me. "UGH!" I yell in frustration. "Wendy, its okay. Besides, I thought you were my girlfriend?" Bebe says laughing. (She and I have this fake Lesbo thing we do) "Well duh. I said I didn't have a BOYFRIEND." I smile and wink. Kyle knows it's a joke. Clyde is not smart enough to figure it out. "WHAT?" he says in confusion. "Wendy stop playing with Bebe and talk to your Stan" Kyle says with a sick grin. "NEVER" I say and walk away. Then the bell rings.
Shit!