XXX

Mr. Toft spoke endlessly and droned on and on about the Woman suffragist movement as the period 7 class sat in utter silence.

Kate whipped her head around, and smiled sweetly at Asher. His chocolate brown eyes flickered between Kate and Remy. He thought about something, and quickly flashed his crooked smile to Kate. She giggled and passed him a note.

Remy almost threw up in her seat. It was Friday, last period, and she couldn't help but loathe Kate. And of course Asher. But did she really? She wasn't so sure. She hung her head low as someone promptly passed her a note.

She unfolded it quietly, her eyes checking to see if Mr. Toft had noticed. He just kept talking, so she read. In small scribbly handwriting it read:

R-

Meet me by the back wall. We need to talk.

-A.

Remy walked breathlessly to the back of her school building, counting each step she took. She couldn't wait to see his face, to be alone with him. As she rounded the corner she saw him lift his face up. His eyes danced with sincerity and innocence. She leaned against the wall and he effortlessly put his hands on either side of her head and looked deep into her eyes.

"What do you want?" Remy asked grudgingly.

"I wanted to talk to you. About this."

"About what? What the hell do you need?"

"I think i need reassurance. Reassurance that..." Asher chose his words carefully and hesitated. Remy let her body slide down the brick wall. He quickly knelt to sit next to her.

"That what?" Remy snapped immediately. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he let out a small smile.

"That we're not over. That maybe we can be again." He turned quickly to look at her.

"What the fuck Asher? Like really? You broke up with me." Remy let her long red hair fall over her eyes.

"Well, maybe that was for the best. For now, I mean." He bit his lip in disapproval at his choosing of words. "I want to know that we can be together again. In the near future."

"How is that even possible? We always fight." Remy responded.

"We never fight."

"Yes we do." Remy sneered.

"No we don't." Asher stood up and started pacing.

"Yes."

"Definitely not."

"We're fighting right now about fighting." Remy looked up and then lowered her gaze.

"Yeah, it's going to be hard. But I'm willing to get past that."

"It's not that simple." She looked past his head and said, "Can i go now?"

"Yeah."

XXX

Remy stood up and walked over to her skateboard. She hopped on it, and how, she doesn't know, but she managed to get home in less than 10 minutes. When she reached her doorstep, she sighed, thoughts immediately churning in her head. Climbing the stairs, and finally reaching her room, Remy pulled out her sidekick.

Outbox

5:02 PM

BEE CELL:

Meet me at 87. ASAP.

-R.

She slid her phone shut and hopped over to her desk. "87" was her elementary school park, which had now become a regular spot to hang out. Now that she had passed her somewhat "depressed mode," she was ready to talk to Bridget, which she often called Bee, and maybe Charlie. Considering it was Friday, and she didn't need to do homework, she grabbed her leather jacket, and ran out the door, making sure to grab her skateboard. Her red hair flew delicately as she reached 87. She could already see Bridget's blonde waves flying over her enviable face as she leaned over the third book in the Twilight series, Eclipse. Her green eyes rapidly scanned the pages, before she looked up to see Remy speeding towards her.

"Hey!" Bridget called expectantly. She shoved her book into her brown long string bag, and ran over to embrace Remy in a Miley-esque hug.

"Hi, there." Remy responded softly.

After Remy had explained the details about her break-up and any past events from the last five days, and Bridget had comforted her, Bridget stood up.

"Revenge plan!" She yelled eagerly. She cart-wheeled away from Remy. Bridget, starting at age 4, had spent the last eleven years of her life in cheerleading. As she approached from her cartwheel expertise, Remy's expression turned soft.

"No way." Remy answered and laughed loudly. "I'm not a grudge person."

"So? He deserves it! And he knows you're the best he can get! Ever!" She wrapped her long waves into a high pony and had just received her usual round of whistles from the male species. It wasn't like she tried; she was just perfect and the ideal girl. She shrugged this theory off, and acted like she didn't notice this special attention.

"Whatever." Was all Remy could mumble before she heard Bridget's phone start to buzz. Bridget's face turned bright red as she apologized and picked up her phone quietly. Her green eyes lit up when she heard the sound of her boyfriend's voice, Emmett. Remy watched her in complete awe. She didn't move until she saw Bridget standing in front of her.

"Bee! God, you scared me." Remy shrieked, apparently startled. Bridget shook her head in amusement.

"Rems. You were always a little bit freaky." She laughed almost as if on cue, and took a step back lightly. "Look, I gotta jet, you know me, but text me later?" Her eyes twinkled in anticipation.

"Sure, sure." Remy responded nonchalantly.