Mariah's POV
On my way over to go pick up my lovely little Davies, I begin to think over the past weekend. After the bonfire and the super obvious signs of affection between several of my older and newer friends, and after discussing Ashley's lack of comprehension of emotions besides lust with her on Sunday, I have decided to play matchmaker for them. Although part of me thinks that this will make them upset, if they find out. And that is a big if. I can be very ninja like when necessary. Or I could make it completely obvious what I think. Hmmm…I'll talk to Aiden about it later.
After I honk the horn to alert the girls that I have finally arrived, I reach for my iPod and put on some talking music, you know something that both relaxes and isn't being interrupted by having someone talking over it. Jack Johnson? Nahhh. Nevershoutnever? Nope… Billie Holiday? No, Kyla always complains. Maybe I should just put it on shuffle or let one of them pick. I can use it as a mood gauge or something…
"Hey slut." Ashley says while voluntarily climbing in the backseat, she never sits in the back without arguing about it, she must need time to think.
"Hey Mariah." Kyla greets shyly refusing to meet my eyes this morning, probably over her actions at the bonfire. I probably should talk to her about that.
"Hey boos! So Starbucks or Jamba juice this morning?" I ask while pulling out of their driveway and heading out towards school. As the girls argue over where we should go, I pull into the 711 parking lot. This way Ashley can get coffee and Kyla can get some form of a fruity drink.
"Okay, lets go hoes. It is too early on a fucking Monday for this shit. Get out of the car and get something." I tell them as I climb out of my car, slamming the car door behind me.
After successfully finding a Rockstar, the purple guava juiced one, I grab a little plastic cup of pineapples and head to the register. I ask Eddie, The semi-cute tired looking college-aged cashier, who is staring at my boobs, to add a pack of Camel Crush to my order and to charge the two little women's stuff to me to. After finally registering that I asked him for something, he meets my eyes and blushes as he sees my raised eyebrow. He mutters some excuse about liking my cut up Beatle's Abbey Road t-shirt. He is soooo lying.
"Oh really, so you like the Beatle's?" I ask an idea forming in my head. I also see Kyla and Ashley finally coming up to the register.
"Oh, errr yeah, I like the Beatles." He says starting to gain some confidence because I'm having a conversation with him.
"Oh yeah? I love the Beatles!" I say smiling crookedly, and he forms a cocky smirk. Kyla looks on with irritation evident on her face and Ashley's showing her realization of what I'm doing.
"One of my favorites bands. They're just so awesome. I love all their music." He starts blathering.
"Oh really? What's your favorite album?" I ask innocently looking up at him through my eyelashes, Kyla fuming and Ashley smirking.
"Ohhh umm you know, the one with, errrrrrr…that submarine on it?" he stutters out flushing slightly as he tries to give an answer.
"The Sounds of Summer?" I ask only to hear Ashley acting like she is coughing to cover up her obvious snort at my question.
"Yes! That's the one!" he exclaims, smirking again thinking I'm fooled. What an idiot. "So, you want to hang out sometime?"
"Ha! No." I say grabbing our shit and turning to leave.
"What? Why?" he yells out.
"You sir are a liar. You don't know a single album. Sounds of Summer is a Beach Boys album." I call out over my shoulder as we exit the convenience store, Ashley and Kyla both snickering while getting into the car.
As I sit in my desk blocking out the teacher droning on again about the sum of the angles of a triangle, I look over to see Aiden asleep at his desk, his head resting on his folded arms.
"Aiden! Aiden, wake up! Psssstttt!" I whisper yell to him even though he is sitting right next to me, poking him with my pen. Aiden grunts, shifting away to avoid my prodding.
"Aiden, come on. I'm bored." I say pitifully, hoping to get him to at least talk.
"What?" he grumble cracking open one eye to glance at me.
"I need your help." I say.
"With what?" he asks finally opening his other eye.
"I have a master plan." I reply in an even tone.
"I am not helping you bust into the cemetery again." He says immediately.
"One time! Gosh, besides it's not even like that, I just want you to help me with our friends." I huff back, it's not even like we have a record of it. The cops were cool and we didn't get in trouble or anything.
"I am not playing matchmaker with you. That kind of shit always backfires and people get pissed and hurt." Aiden says.
"Fiiiiinnneeee. Whatever." I mumble back while pouting and crossing my arms over my chest. I'll do it myself.
After plunking myself down into Aiden's lap at our lunch table, I have finally decided on a course of action. I will be blatantly obvious in my attempts to get them all together.
"Hey hon, how was third and fourth period?" I ask Aiden from my seat in his lap.
"It was fine, I guess. Can I ask why you are sitting in my lap when there is a perfectly good seat right next to me? Not that I'm complaining. I can totally see down your shirt." Returns Aiden while leering at my chest.
" Because, I wanted to, duh." I reply.
"But I can't reach my food now!" he says amusedly, while wrapping an arm around my waist and using the other to demonstrate how he can't grab his pizza.
"But you smell nice." I reply, a pout beginning to form, because I really don't want to move. I mean I'm already here.
"Well then take my jacket and smell it or something." He says while gently pushing me off his lap into the seat next to him.
"I'm keeping it until the end of the day." I state completely serious. And I am. He smells like really good, and I love the way lettermen jackets look on me. At some point during our conversation, everyone else arrived at the table with the exception of Madison, Glen, and Ashley. I decide to use this moment to begin my brilliant plan.
"Hey Spencer," I greet the adorable blonde sitting across from me, "How was the rest of your weekend?"
"It was good, I had a lot of fun at the bonfire." She replies, seeming still a little shy. Well at least she isn't all quiet like she was before.
"I'm glad, you and Ashley seemed like you were having a good time." I state seemingly innocent.
"Err, yeah. Ashley's great." She stutters out, a faint pink tingeing her cheeks.
"Yeah, you guys looked so cute together snuggled up under the blankets, all happy and full of smiles and shit." I say evoking a deeper pink to come onto her cheeks.
"well, ummm…" she stutters out before someone hits me in the back of the head.
"Ow! What the hell?" I yell looking over to see Ashley giving me an unimpressed look.
"Leave her alone, Mariah, stop teasing her." Ashley says coming to fend off the evil me from her little innocent princess Spencer.
"Oh, she knows I'm playing, don't you, doll?" I defend looking over to see Spencer nod before blushing again when I say, "Except you guys really did look cute together."
"Mariah!" she says before smacking me again.
"Ashley, leave her alone! She's just saying!" Kyla says before smacking Ashley on the arm. I nod my head in appreciation and Kyla looks down again blushing.
"No, she is not. She's being mean and trying to embarrass Spencer." Ashley defends rubbing her arm where Kyla hit her.
"She was just messing with her, Ash. No need to be so violent." Aiden says putting his two cents in.
"Yeah, bitch." I mumble out rubbing where she hit my head.
"Whatever." She says rolling her eyes, before sitting down and starting a conversation with Spencer filled with small smiles and giggles.
A/N: Yeah, so sorry about the delay, I kind of forgot about this. But then someone PM'ed me and so I wrote another. But, it doesn't look like this will be much longer, just because I have a lack of motivation. But yeah, read and review. Thanks!
