"Oh my God, please, stop!"
Paige, Marco and I all simultaneously screamed and covered our eyes as a gleaming knife was suddenly thrust into the hysterical woman's chest. Paige clutched my arm as I held onto a pillow for dear life.
We were sitting in Paige's living room, watching a horror movie in the pitch dark, alone in the house. I know--brilliant planning on Paige's part.
She and I burst out laughing at the image of Marc's humungo bowl of popcorn upside-down on the floor, caused by him jumping at the movie. He glared at us, but that just made us laugh harder. We finally started breathing again when he rose from the armchair to refill his bowl, or maybe just to leave the room.
"Man, I didn't know Marco was such a horror wimp," I commented, saying it just loud enough so that he could hear me from kitchen.
Paige gave me a small, playful shove. "Look who's talking, Miss Pillow-Suffocator."
"Let me know when you're done with my arm," I shot back, animatedly massaging it when she let go.
"What can I say, you're just too comfy for your own good," she replied, grinning. She put her arm around me, pulled me closer and kissed me.
We were about to go horizontal when my cellphone rang. I gave Paige one big kiss and dug the phone out of my pocket, Paige still half on top of me.
"Hello?"
"Lexi, hey."
Shit, it was Jay. "What do you want, Jay?" Paige made a face.
"What, I can't give my bestest friend a ring?"
"Not when you're you and your bestest friend is me," I replied, wishing he would hang up. "Now leave me alone."
I was about to hang up when he started talking again. "Come on, you know you love hanging out with me. It's not like you have any other friends."
Paige, starting to become impatient, began kissing my neck and tracing the line of skin between my pants and my shirt. "Paige…" I mumbled without realizing it, my eyes closing.
Jay's voice brought me back into reality. "Michalchuk?" he shouted incredulously, letting out a laugh. "You're hanging out with Michalchuk?"
"Actually, it's gone a bit farther than that…" I replied absentmindedly, wanting desperately to hang up and makeout with Paige.
Jay scoffed into her ear. "I can't believe this!"
"What, you never thought anyone else would ever like me?"
"No--I never thought you'd voluntarily be that bitch's bitch."
I didn't speak for a moment. "Go screw yourself," I finally said, quietly and coldly. I heard only a small "You're gonna regret--" before I snapped my phone shut and tossed it to the floor. I wrapped my arms around Paige and kissed her full on the lips, pulling her against me.
"Wow, maybe Jay should call more often," Paige commented through my lips.
"Or he could go die," I replied, sliding my hands into her back pockets.
"I vote plan B."
As we kissed I began to wonder where Marco was, but I smiled against Paige's mouth when I thought I heard tiptoes traveling behind the couch and up the stairs. Good ol' Marco.
"And then, when she started talking in IM language!"
Paige and I were walking down the street, arms linked, making fun of a group of grade nines that we had passed in the hall that day.
"OMG," Paige mimicked in a sqeaky voice, "I, like, so cannot believe she, like, said that, like!"
"OMG, LOL," came a sarcastic voice from behind us. We both turned, my smile immediately disappearing.
"Hey, ladies," Jay greeted us, acting like Mr. Friendly.
"What," I replied, my tone flat and uncaring. Paige glared at him.
"Whoa, chill," he said, holding up his hands. "I just wanna talk."
I didn't believe him at all. "Listen, Jay," I began, speaking like a kindergarten teacher. "I don't like you anymore. I have a new friend now that won't get me into trouble or be a bad influence on me. You and I are not going to hang out ever again." I crossed my arms as a final gesture, but I didn't feel half as confident as I sounded…if I even sounded confident.
Jay started to speak but Paige stepped forward. "You heard what she said. Leave her alone or you'll have me to deal with."
As Paige's expression grew more and more satisfied, Jay's became angrier and angrier. "I can't believe you're completely ditching me! Lexi--after all we've been through? You can't just pretend I don't exist."
"Watch me," I snapped coldly, turning away. Jay roughly grabbed my arm and yanked me back, but let go when Paige's hand shot across his face, leaving a hint of red and making a huge smacking sound.
"Don't touch her," she growled quietly, putting emphasis on each individual sylible.
Jay put his hand to his cheek, his face masked with silent fury. "You're dead, Michalchuk," he announced as if it were the forecast. "Dead." And with that he huffed away, disappearing down an alley.
We began walking again, this time in silence.
After a while, I finally spoke up. "Paige, as much as I love to see Jay in pain, you shouldn't have done that."
"Hon, he was about to get violent. I didn't want him to hurt you."
"But I don't want him to hurt you, either."
"Come on, Alex, those were empty threats," she replied, flipping her hand down in a danger-schmanger way. "Nothing's going to happen," she continued brightly, kissing me on the cheek. "I promise."
I didn't say anything.
Never make a promise you can't keep.
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