It's backkkkkkk!
Buffy's POV:
As I was walking down the hallway in school, I got a text message. I kept walking as I dug my phone from my back pocket. I unlocked my phone and opened the text. It was from Cyrus.
Cyrus: Guess what?
Me: What? You're finally burning your ugly shirts?
Cyrus: What? No! Who says my shirt is ugly?
Me: Everyone.
Cyrus: Yeah right. Anyway, Jonah Beck is going to tell Andi that he likes her!
Me: Whoa really? He finally broke up with the witch that is Amber?
Cyrus: Yes. Don't you remember? Andi told us that a few days ago.
Me: Sorry, forgot. But good for her! They'll finally be together.
Cyrus: Yep! I gotta go. Talk to you later.
Me: Alright, later.
I was really happy for Andi. She'd been crushing on Jonah for the longest time and he's finally going to be her boyfriend. That was exciting! When I finished texting Cyrus, I bumped into someone.
"Sorry I—" I started. Then I realized it was Marty.
"Hey! Watch where you're going," He told me.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh it's just you."
"I believe you were going to apologize," He reminded me with a devilish smirk.
I gave him an annoyed look. He put his hand behind his ear and leaned forward for my apology.
"I'm sorry," I gave in.
"Good," He replied.
"…That you were in my way," I added with a fake smile.
He started laughing. "You just can't help yourself, huh?"
I shrugged. "It's just who I am."
There was an awkward pause. For just a moment, our eyes met. Then I looked away. "Better go. Later loser,"
"Yep. Later, weirdo," He replied.
I walked away and shook my head. I started to smile from ear to ear. There was just something about him that made me laugh and made me feel… something I couldn't explain.
Andi's POV:
I still couldn't believe what I had just heard. My mouth dropped and I knew an expression of hurt and pain was on my face.
"Well… Aren't you gonna say something?" He asked.
I snapped out of it and shook my head. "Sorry, I was just thinking. Um, that's great!"
"Do you really think so?" He inquired.
"Yeah. Of course," I lied.
"Okay good. Because I was wondering that since you were so close to her that maybe you could talk to her and ask her if she likes me to. And if she doesn't, could you tell me what she likes so that I could maybe get her to like me?" He requested.
I looked into his eyes. This was no joke. He was really in love with Buffy. He really wanted me to do this for him. I couldn't tell him no, I just couldn't. I had no other choice but to agree.
"I'll ask her," I replied.
He smiled as wide as he could. "You're the best, Andiman! Thanks so much."
I gave him a fake smile. "A-anytime." With that, Jonah walked away. I turned around to see him happily strut off. My heart began to sink. I couldn't believe he liked my best friend and not me. I just wanted to cry right then and there.
I took my backpack off my shoulder and dug into my bag for my phone. I quickly texted Cyrus.
Me: Hey.
Cyrus: Hey Andi! How'd the conversation with Jonah Beck go?
Me: Terrible. Can you meet at the Spoon Diner in fifteen minutes?
Cyrus: Uh oh. Uh, sure thing. I'll talk to you then.
Thank God it was the end of the school day because I needed to get out of school as quickly as possible.
-Time skip-
I explained everything to Cyrus and his facial expressions through the whole story were the same as mine when Jonah was telling me he liked Buffy. "So are you really going to tell Buffy that Jonah likes her?" He asked.
"What choice do I have? If I don't, Jonah's gonna get suspicious and is going to keep asking me why I haven't had the chance to tell her yet," I explained.
He sighed. "I'm really sorry about that. I really thought he was gonna—"
"Me too," I cut him off.
"So, when are you gonna plan on telling her?" Cyrus inquired.
"Not sure. But I'm gonna need some support."
"I'll be there for you."
I smiled. "Thanks, Cyrus. I appreciate it. Good thing I never told Buffy about what happened with Jonah. I don't want to embarrass myself more than I already have," I sigh in relief as I sip my milkshake.
"Uh… actually… About that," Cyrus started as he looked down.
I stopped sipping and looked up. "About what?" I repeated.
"I may have told Buffy that Jonah was going to say that he liked you."
"Cyrus!" I exclaimed. "Are you serious?"
He nodded his head in shame. I rolled my eyes. "Well, this is going to be fun."
I got up and took my backpack off of the back of the stool.
He turned around in his chair and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Home. I have to find some way to tell my mom about this catastrophe. Maybe she can give me some advice or something."
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow at school?"
"Maybe. I'll probably want to avoid Jonah and Buffy at all costs so maybe not. See ya, Cyrus."
I walked out of the door of the diner and got on my scooter. At this rate, all I wanted to do was race home, get into my pajamas, and cry into my pillow.