To prevent any confusion, thoughts will be inside ~'s. I would use italics
but I can't figure out how to make it show up like that on ff.net...if
anyone knows, please tell me!
Ditey- Gosh, much coincidence...that's always good to know! Lol...yes, they do...heh, and I made them up. They were supposed to though, so that's a good thing. Whoa, my work is complete! I MADE THEM BORING AND REALISTIC!!! Lol...^_^...I'm glad ya like'm. Yeah, me to but I'm too scared so I make them, to make up for me. ^^ Yes yes, it wouldn't be the same with out it...that's good. Thank you! That's nice to hear! ^_^ Tank ya tank ya! ^_^
Liz- Why thank you! Yes it is! Dun dun dun! Thanks!!!! I'm glad you found humor! Actually, I never even caught my own, sad, eh? That would've been humorous...^_^ Okies. And the lunch part is dedicated to you my firned! You don't know how lucky you are to have (most likely) never eaten school food...*shudders* Enjoy. And, you don't think I'm a rebel, do ya? Personally, I think I'm the least rebellious person I know...^^;;;
Singcraz- thank you! Lol, I hate it when that happens... :)
Maru- ............I'm sorry. The whole point was to show how I pictured his friends...I am sorry but that's how I picture them. How can you say I don't like Amy? Maybe in my story Ephram isn't madly in love with her! I have nothing against her I'm just taking my right as an author to do a "what if". I don't want to sound like a brat but the thing I don't put in my story is part of the reason I'm still watching Everwood. I watch it for Ephram and Amy. I just like writing something that wouldn't happen...isn't that the point of fanfiction? Oh, well, could just be me. And I'm sorry that you think that. I know you're just expressing your opinion though so I guess I can't really say anything. And at least you -tried- to enjoy it...I guess...As for the last thing about me being a rebel, I'm pretty much the opposite. I'm not anything like Dicey, she's merely a figment of my imagination...somewhat based on my friend Connie. As for me wishing I was on Everwood, of course I do! It would be awesome! I don't know a lot of people who have seen who don't.
Disclaimer- Okies, I thought of one! I got a disclaimer to take care of this one and the last one! Why did the chicken cross the road? To run from the rabid lawyers who caught it claiming Everwood! And since I don't want to end up like Mr. Chicken, I'll admit it...I don't own Everwood...
-Chapter 7-
Amy was sitting in her English class playing with strands of her long, golden blonde hair as her teacher, Ms. Ertle explained how to diagram Participles...I mean c'mon, like you're ever going to REALLY use that in life.
~Hmm...are Dicey and Ephram 'together'? If they were, would they tell me? Why do I care...I'm thinking too much...Man, I'm doing it again! I'm starting to think about Dicey and Ephram than my own boyfriend Colin! Maybe I should be paying attention...I don't want to fail. Yeah, 'I failed English because I was thinking about Ephram Brown and whether he and Dicey were going out and if they weren't if I could have him' that wouldn't go over to well with dad...wait, I wasn't thinking if they weren't that I could have him...because I don't want him. Because I love Colin...or...do I?~
Amy got off easy because the bell for lunch rang before the teacher caught her spacing off...luckily for her...let's just say the others didn't get off so easy.
"Okay class, complete the worksheets I handed out for homework and I will expect them on my desk as soon as you walk in or it's late. Class dismissed." Ms. Ertle said as she packed up her bag and left the room, heading straight to the teacher's lounge to begin her lunch.
"Darnit, I really should've paid attention...now I don't know how to do the homework...arrg..." she muttered under her breathe as she trudged out of the room and into the packed hallway.
She walked around and saw her group of friends. Just as she was about to join them, she saw Ephram and Jake walking out of the classroom, talking.
"So Ephram...THAT'S our Math class?" Jake said, glaring back through the door at the teacher smirking at him through the door.
"Yes, I'm afraid so...what did he talk to you about?" Ephram asked, referring to the 'chat' Mr. Adams, the Algebra teacher, with him for not paying attention.
"It's nothing...people here don't like me..." Jake mumbled bitterly.
"Don't worry, they don't like me either. The only friend I had, excluding Wendell, is Dicey's new sworn enemy...lovely, huh?" Ephram said with humor.
"Yeah, just peachy." He said as they met up with a now calmed Dicey and they made their way to the lunchroom.
Amy decided, what the heck, why not follow them? Their all going to the same place after all...
It wasn't too long of a walk to the lunchroom. Again, Ephram led them to "the tree" 'Why not use a table' was what popped into Amy's mind but she shrugged it off and got into the lunch line.
"Hey Ephram, should we get in line?" Jake asked.
"Oh yeah...I forgot that I didn't make Delia and me a lunch today...let's get in line before we get stuck at the back, never to eat again." Ephram said as he led them to the growing line. Lunch hadn't even gone through his mind that whole morning.
They got in line, a few people behind Amy but they didn't notice. They were engrossed in conversation when the jock from the day before walked up to Dicey and slung his arm around her.
"Hey Baby. How are you today? Lovely outfit, it looks good on you." He said.
She knocked his arm off, glared at him and was about to say something when Jake and Ephram interfered.
"Who is this guy Moz and what's he doing to Dicey?" Jake said, his eyes burning with hatred.
"I have no clue but I know that he's the captain of the football team and he appears to have the hots for Dicey." Ephram said smirking. "Even though that first part made NO sense."
Dicey turned and gave Ephram a look that shut him up quick.
"Yeah, but you want to know what? I don't think I'm your type." She said to the jock as she turned back to Ephram and Jake who each had their own unique expression.
"Well babe, if you change your mind and dump these losers, here's my number." He said as he scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to her with a grin as he walked away.
"What are you going to do Dicey?" Jake asked, obviously angry.
She read the paper.
Nathan Miller 254-686-3678
She looked at Jake, ripped the paper up, and smiled. Both guys smiled back at her as they continued their conversation.
In front of them, an astonished Amy eavesdropped. She hadn't meant to but she couldn't help it. She had heard the whole thing. Nathan asked her out and yet she still wouldn't abandon her friends even for the chance to be instantly popular...
Nathan walked with his friends back to their table with a glare on his face. He had seen what Dicey had done and was angry.
"I told you Nate, she so stuck on them that she wouldn't leave them for you if you were the King of England." A girl, Melissa Gilbert, and her friend Becky Mikeworth said, putting on pouty faces.
"Shuttup. All she needs is a little persuasion. I mean she can't like them THAT much I mean c'mon, NO ONE does...she bound to give in someday." He said, sitting down.
"I don't see why you're so interested Nathan, she's from the same place they are; Friends with them too. I don't' see why you just don't go out with me..." Melissa said, looking down at the table, playing with her long bleach-blonde hair.
"I already told you Mel, I don't like you! I like her." He said glaring an taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Right..." she said sadly and began eating her lunch too.
Meanwhile Ephram, Dicey, and Jake got to the food...or what they liked to CALL food...
"Ew, Ephram. Are they FEEDING us this stuff?" Dicey groaned a little to loudly, earning a hard glare form the lunch lady slinging the slop into each individual lunch tray.
"Oops, sorry..." she said with a smile, more to herself and her joke than the lady.
She just continued glaring and slinging as they got their plates, trying to keep themselves from vomiting.
Just as they were about to sit down at a table, Ephram stopped, looked at his 'food', and muttered, "I'm going to go outside and throw up now..." as he walked to the doors leading to the courtyard area where he usually sat, his face a light tint of green.
"I second that." Dicey said, watching her lasagna move around. She poked it and it slowly oozed back up in yellow globs. She put her hand over her mouth as she briskly followed out the door.
Jake took a quick look at his before dumping his the hazardous waste in the trashcan as he joined his friends outside.
Jake sat down and waited for his friends to come back from throwing up. He knew if he hadn't thrown his away, he would be joining them. But he's slightly smarter than that...
Amy watched them walk outside looking as if they were going to empty the contents of their stomachs all over the lunchroom...with food like they serve in this school, she wasn't the least bit surprised.
She took in a deep breath, fixed her hair, and walked outside after them. Seeing Ephram and Dicey dash over to the trashcan to do as she predicted...throw up.
Just watching made her feel a little sick so she walked over to Jake, who was sitting and waiting patiently for them to return. He was smart enough not to look at the road kill before eating it...then it doesn't give you time to think about what they did to it...or DIDN'T to it for that matter...
"Hi...I see you threw it away." Amy said as she walked up.
He just nodded and smirked at the to sitting by the trashcan, not looking so good.
"Yeah, I don't need lunch that bad. I think they will be coming back in a second. After they realize it isn't edible, which they seem to be doing now, they'll throw it away, come back, and struggle to regain conversation. They tend to have weak stomachs. But for Ephram, the way he talks about his father's food, it's a wonder he can still be grossed out."
Amy just nodded as a smile spread across her face. He was really something. Happy one minute, angry the next. Quiet one minute, laughing the next. Talking one minute, throwing up school food the next.
"Hey, Jake, does every one in New York dye their air?" Amy asked him. It had been bothering her for awhile considering both Ephram and Jake had..."colorful" hair...not that she minded or anything...
He just smiled. "No, just us. Dicey did when we did but it was washable because she liked her hair brown. Ephram and I did it because we wanted to be different, and our friend Rika did it to be rebellious...part of the reason Ephram did it too. Both have family issues. As for Krista...let's just say her parents nearly had a heart attack when she got blonde highlights." Jake said with a grin.
"They're far to strict on her and look down on us. They don't like us at all. I swear they freaked out when her and Ephram went out. They were always mad at them and never let him in. They tried grounding her from us but she did the most rebellious thing she knows how to and that's sneak out. It took them awhile to figure it out but she got off relatively easy. She's a rich family's daughter. They hate our guts. It's kinda funny."
"So, Ephram went out with that girl, Krista, wasn't it?" Amy asked with curiosity.
"Yeah, they went out for quite awhile. They seemed to really like each other. But then one day, the thing with her parents just ruined it. They decided they were better off as just friends. It was really sad. They both seemed pretty upset but soon enough things were back to normal." Jake answered. He wasn't having quite a bit of fun answering questions.
"So, you said Krista was a "rich family's daughter", right? No offense, but I don't really think of you guys as being the type to befriend someone like that." Amy said.
"What is this, 20 questions?" he asked playfully. She blushed but and he continued on to answer her question. "Yeah, people might think that but I didn't take it offensively. Her and Dicey had been friends most of their lives. They know just about everything about each other. And when we met Dicey, Krista was right there with her. It makes me glad Ephram talked Rika and me into giving them a chance. We almost didn't. To think we could've never known them...but because of her long-lasting friendship with Krista, Dicey's having a hard time." He finished, looking almost solemn.
"Hard time? What do you mean?" Amy asked.
"It's, not my place to say what's wrong. She hasn't actually admitted it but I can feel it. Hey, look, here comes the vomit-squad." Jake said, perking up as Ephram and Dicey trudged back.
"Ha, ha...very funny." Ephram said, sitting down next to Jake, Dicey next to him.
Amy smiled at the site. She had learned some interesting information. It seemed crazy to her how he used to actually have a life before. I mean, she knew it but it still sort of amazed her how different it was.
"It's you." Dicey said, glaring.
Amy just held her head high, narrowed her eyes a bit, and replied, "Yes it is."
"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to calm herself down. She didn't want a reason to be mad at Ephram again.
"I was talking to Jake." She answered simply, trying to smile.
Dicey shot a glare that had "traitor" written all over it.
"Well, I guess I'll be going now. Thank you for the nice conversation Jake." She said before looking at Dicey and walking off. She couldn't believe how weird she was acting...she wasn't...herself around them...
"Hey, Amy! Wait. Do you want to sit with us?" Ephram asked. She was his friend and he would at least offer...even though he figured she had better things to do, it wouldn't hurt anyone.
Amy looked at them, reluctant to agree. She wanted to sit with Ephram but didn't want to be within a ten feet radius of Dicey...how she would pull that one off she didn't know.
However Dicey decided for her. "HECK NO she can't sit with us Ephram! She has her own friends."
"But-" he started before Jake gave him a look that said "drop it before she gets even madder. But he didn't listen to the look. Amy was his friend too...right?
"Dicey, maybe she is trying to be friendly." He defended. Amy looked kind of surprised; she didn't expect him to stick up for her. Apparently, Dicey didn't either.
"What? But she has her little prep friends she can sit and talk to! Besides, you said so yourself that she probably doesn't like you anyway." Dicey said, crossing her arms.
"That's not what I said." Ephram said as Amy stalked off.
Ephram sighed. Life was so hard. He couldn't be friends with both girls easily and now h knew it for sure...
"Look what you did Dicey." Ephram said. He wasn't having the best of days.
"Look what I did huh? You don't know what it's like Ephram! You don't know what it's like to always be pushed aside!" Dicey spat out.
"Yes I do-" he started before being interrupted again.
"No you don't! I love you Ephram Brown! And now I'm not sure I want to! You seem to like this Amy girl! And I can't have you because it would be betraying Krista and I can't do that! But I can't control it so just leave me alone!" she yelled as she stood up and ran.
This is chapter 7. But you already knew that...wow, my longest chapter yet. I can't guarantee another this long but you never know...^_^ Eww...just thinking of the school food made me sick to the stomach. o.O that's why I haven't eaten school food in almost 2 or 3 years...just watching my friends eat that stuff makes my stomach churn...^^; just a personal opinion though...even though I doubt anyone'll disagree. ^_^ I hope you enjoyed the story and please review! Toodles! ^_~
Ditey- Gosh, much coincidence...that's always good to know! Lol...yes, they do...heh, and I made them up. They were supposed to though, so that's a good thing. Whoa, my work is complete! I MADE THEM BORING AND REALISTIC!!! Lol...^_^...I'm glad ya like'm. Yeah, me to but I'm too scared so I make them, to make up for me. ^^ Yes yes, it wouldn't be the same with out it...that's good. Thank you! That's nice to hear! ^_^ Tank ya tank ya! ^_^
Liz- Why thank you! Yes it is! Dun dun dun! Thanks!!!! I'm glad you found humor! Actually, I never even caught my own, sad, eh? That would've been humorous...^_^ Okies. And the lunch part is dedicated to you my firned! You don't know how lucky you are to have (most likely) never eaten school food...*shudders* Enjoy. And, you don't think I'm a rebel, do ya? Personally, I think I'm the least rebellious person I know...^^;;;
Singcraz- thank you! Lol, I hate it when that happens... :)
Maru- ............I'm sorry. The whole point was to show how I pictured his friends...I am sorry but that's how I picture them. How can you say I don't like Amy? Maybe in my story Ephram isn't madly in love with her! I have nothing against her I'm just taking my right as an author to do a "what if". I don't want to sound like a brat but the thing I don't put in my story is part of the reason I'm still watching Everwood. I watch it for Ephram and Amy. I just like writing something that wouldn't happen...isn't that the point of fanfiction? Oh, well, could just be me. And I'm sorry that you think that. I know you're just expressing your opinion though so I guess I can't really say anything. And at least you -tried- to enjoy it...I guess...As for the last thing about me being a rebel, I'm pretty much the opposite. I'm not anything like Dicey, she's merely a figment of my imagination...somewhat based on my friend Connie. As for me wishing I was on Everwood, of course I do! It would be awesome! I don't know a lot of people who have seen who don't.
Disclaimer- Okies, I thought of one! I got a disclaimer to take care of this one and the last one! Why did the chicken cross the road? To run from the rabid lawyers who caught it claiming Everwood! And since I don't want to end up like Mr. Chicken, I'll admit it...I don't own Everwood...
-Chapter 7-
Amy was sitting in her English class playing with strands of her long, golden blonde hair as her teacher, Ms. Ertle explained how to diagram Participles...I mean c'mon, like you're ever going to REALLY use that in life.
~Hmm...are Dicey and Ephram 'together'? If they were, would they tell me? Why do I care...I'm thinking too much...Man, I'm doing it again! I'm starting to think about Dicey and Ephram than my own boyfriend Colin! Maybe I should be paying attention...I don't want to fail. Yeah, 'I failed English because I was thinking about Ephram Brown and whether he and Dicey were going out and if they weren't if I could have him' that wouldn't go over to well with dad...wait, I wasn't thinking if they weren't that I could have him...because I don't want him. Because I love Colin...or...do I?~
Amy got off easy because the bell for lunch rang before the teacher caught her spacing off...luckily for her...let's just say the others didn't get off so easy.
"Okay class, complete the worksheets I handed out for homework and I will expect them on my desk as soon as you walk in or it's late. Class dismissed." Ms. Ertle said as she packed up her bag and left the room, heading straight to the teacher's lounge to begin her lunch.
"Darnit, I really should've paid attention...now I don't know how to do the homework...arrg..." she muttered under her breathe as she trudged out of the room and into the packed hallway.
She walked around and saw her group of friends. Just as she was about to join them, she saw Ephram and Jake walking out of the classroom, talking.
"So Ephram...THAT'S our Math class?" Jake said, glaring back through the door at the teacher smirking at him through the door.
"Yes, I'm afraid so...what did he talk to you about?" Ephram asked, referring to the 'chat' Mr. Adams, the Algebra teacher, with him for not paying attention.
"It's nothing...people here don't like me..." Jake mumbled bitterly.
"Don't worry, they don't like me either. The only friend I had, excluding Wendell, is Dicey's new sworn enemy...lovely, huh?" Ephram said with humor.
"Yeah, just peachy." He said as they met up with a now calmed Dicey and they made their way to the lunchroom.
Amy decided, what the heck, why not follow them? Their all going to the same place after all...
It wasn't too long of a walk to the lunchroom. Again, Ephram led them to "the tree" 'Why not use a table' was what popped into Amy's mind but she shrugged it off and got into the lunch line.
"Hey Ephram, should we get in line?" Jake asked.
"Oh yeah...I forgot that I didn't make Delia and me a lunch today...let's get in line before we get stuck at the back, never to eat again." Ephram said as he led them to the growing line. Lunch hadn't even gone through his mind that whole morning.
They got in line, a few people behind Amy but they didn't notice. They were engrossed in conversation when the jock from the day before walked up to Dicey and slung his arm around her.
"Hey Baby. How are you today? Lovely outfit, it looks good on you." He said.
She knocked his arm off, glared at him and was about to say something when Jake and Ephram interfered.
"Who is this guy Moz and what's he doing to Dicey?" Jake said, his eyes burning with hatred.
"I have no clue but I know that he's the captain of the football team and he appears to have the hots for Dicey." Ephram said smirking. "Even though that first part made NO sense."
Dicey turned and gave Ephram a look that shut him up quick.
"Yeah, but you want to know what? I don't think I'm your type." She said to the jock as she turned back to Ephram and Jake who each had their own unique expression.
"Well babe, if you change your mind and dump these losers, here's my number." He said as he scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to her with a grin as he walked away.
"What are you going to do Dicey?" Jake asked, obviously angry.
She read the paper.
Nathan Miller 254-686-3678
She looked at Jake, ripped the paper up, and smiled. Both guys smiled back at her as they continued their conversation.
In front of them, an astonished Amy eavesdropped. She hadn't meant to but she couldn't help it. She had heard the whole thing. Nathan asked her out and yet she still wouldn't abandon her friends even for the chance to be instantly popular...
Nathan walked with his friends back to their table with a glare on his face. He had seen what Dicey had done and was angry.
"I told you Nate, she so stuck on them that she wouldn't leave them for you if you were the King of England." A girl, Melissa Gilbert, and her friend Becky Mikeworth said, putting on pouty faces.
"Shuttup. All she needs is a little persuasion. I mean she can't like them THAT much I mean c'mon, NO ONE does...she bound to give in someday." He said, sitting down.
"I don't see why you're so interested Nathan, she's from the same place they are; Friends with them too. I don't' see why you just don't go out with me..." Melissa said, looking down at the table, playing with her long bleach-blonde hair.
"I already told you Mel, I don't like you! I like her." He said glaring an taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Right..." she said sadly and began eating her lunch too.
Meanwhile Ephram, Dicey, and Jake got to the food...or what they liked to CALL food...
"Ew, Ephram. Are they FEEDING us this stuff?" Dicey groaned a little to loudly, earning a hard glare form the lunch lady slinging the slop into each individual lunch tray.
"Oops, sorry..." she said with a smile, more to herself and her joke than the lady.
She just continued glaring and slinging as they got their plates, trying to keep themselves from vomiting.
Just as they were about to sit down at a table, Ephram stopped, looked at his 'food', and muttered, "I'm going to go outside and throw up now..." as he walked to the doors leading to the courtyard area where he usually sat, his face a light tint of green.
"I second that." Dicey said, watching her lasagna move around. She poked it and it slowly oozed back up in yellow globs. She put her hand over her mouth as she briskly followed out the door.
Jake took a quick look at his before dumping his the hazardous waste in the trashcan as he joined his friends outside.
Jake sat down and waited for his friends to come back from throwing up. He knew if he hadn't thrown his away, he would be joining them. But he's slightly smarter than that...
Amy watched them walk outside looking as if they were going to empty the contents of their stomachs all over the lunchroom...with food like they serve in this school, she wasn't the least bit surprised.
She took in a deep breath, fixed her hair, and walked outside after them. Seeing Ephram and Dicey dash over to the trashcan to do as she predicted...throw up.
Just watching made her feel a little sick so she walked over to Jake, who was sitting and waiting patiently for them to return. He was smart enough not to look at the road kill before eating it...then it doesn't give you time to think about what they did to it...or DIDN'T to it for that matter...
"Hi...I see you threw it away." Amy said as she walked up.
He just nodded and smirked at the to sitting by the trashcan, not looking so good.
"Yeah, I don't need lunch that bad. I think they will be coming back in a second. After they realize it isn't edible, which they seem to be doing now, they'll throw it away, come back, and struggle to regain conversation. They tend to have weak stomachs. But for Ephram, the way he talks about his father's food, it's a wonder he can still be grossed out."
Amy just nodded as a smile spread across her face. He was really something. Happy one minute, angry the next. Quiet one minute, laughing the next. Talking one minute, throwing up school food the next.
"Hey, Jake, does every one in New York dye their air?" Amy asked him. It had been bothering her for awhile considering both Ephram and Jake had..."colorful" hair...not that she minded or anything...
He just smiled. "No, just us. Dicey did when we did but it was washable because she liked her hair brown. Ephram and I did it because we wanted to be different, and our friend Rika did it to be rebellious...part of the reason Ephram did it too. Both have family issues. As for Krista...let's just say her parents nearly had a heart attack when she got blonde highlights." Jake said with a grin.
"They're far to strict on her and look down on us. They don't like us at all. I swear they freaked out when her and Ephram went out. They were always mad at them and never let him in. They tried grounding her from us but she did the most rebellious thing she knows how to and that's sneak out. It took them awhile to figure it out but she got off relatively easy. She's a rich family's daughter. They hate our guts. It's kinda funny."
"So, Ephram went out with that girl, Krista, wasn't it?" Amy asked with curiosity.
"Yeah, they went out for quite awhile. They seemed to really like each other. But then one day, the thing with her parents just ruined it. They decided they were better off as just friends. It was really sad. They both seemed pretty upset but soon enough things were back to normal." Jake answered. He wasn't having quite a bit of fun answering questions.
"So, you said Krista was a "rich family's daughter", right? No offense, but I don't really think of you guys as being the type to befriend someone like that." Amy said.
"What is this, 20 questions?" he asked playfully. She blushed but and he continued on to answer her question. "Yeah, people might think that but I didn't take it offensively. Her and Dicey had been friends most of their lives. They know just about everything about each other. And when we met Dicey, Krista was right there with her. It makes me glad Ephram talked Rika and me into giving them a chance. We almost didn't. To think we could've never known them...but because of her long-lasting friendship with Krista, Dicey's having a hard time." He finished, looking almost solemn.
"Hard time? What do you mean?" Amy asked.
"It's, not my place to say what's wrong. She hasn't actually admitted it but I can feel it. Hey, look, here comes the vomit-squad." Jake said, perking up as Ephram and Dicey trudged back.
"Ha, ha...very funny." Ephram said, sitting down next to Jake, Dicey next to him.
Amy smiled at the site. She had learned some interesting information. It seemed crazy to her how he used to actually have a life before. I mean, she knew it but it still sort of amazed her how different it was.
"It's you." Dicey said, glaring.
Amy just held her head high, narrowed her eyes a bit, and replied, "Yes it is."
"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to calm herself down. She didn't want a reason to be mad at Ephram again.
"I was talking to Jake." She answered simply, trying to smile.
Dicey shot a glare that had "traitor" written all over it.
"Well, I guess I'll be going now. Thank you for the nice conversation Jake." She said before looking at Dicey and walking off. She couldn't believe how weird she was acting...she wasn't...herself around them...
"Hey, Amy! Wait. Do you want to sit with us?" Ephram asked. She was his friend and he would at least offer...even though he figured she had better things to do, it wouldn't hurt anyone.
Amy looked at them, reluctant to agree. She wanted to sit with Ephram but didn't want to be within a ten feet radius of Dicey...how she would pull that one off she didn't know.
However Dicey decided for her. "HECK NO she can't sit with us Ephram! She has her own friends."
"But-" he started before Jake gave him a look that said "drop it before she gets even madder. But he didn't listen to the look. Amy was his friend too...right?
"Dicey, maybe she is trying to be friendly." He defended. Amy looked kind of surprised; she didn't expect him to stick up for her. Apparently, Dicey didn't either.
"What? But she has her little prep friends she can sit and talk to! Besides, you said so yourself that she probably doesn't like you anyway." Dicey said, crossing her arms.
"That's not what I said." Ephram said as Amy stalked off.
Ephram sighed. Life was so hard. He couldn't be friends with both girls easily and now h knew it for sure...
"Look what you did Dicey." Ephram said. He wasn't having the best of days.
"Look what I did huh? You don't know what it's like Ephram! You don't know what it's like to always be pushed aside!" Dicey spat out.
"Yes I do-" he started before being interrupted again.
"No you don't! I love you Ephram Brown! And now I'm not sure I want to! You seem to like this Amy girl! And I can't have you because it would be betraying Krista and I can't do that! But I can't control it so just leave me alone!" she yelled as she stood up and ran.
This is chapter 7. But you already knew that...wow, my longest chapter yet. I can't guarantee another this long but you never know...^_^ Eww...just thinking of the school food made me sick to the stomach. o.O that's why I haven't eaten school food in almost 2 or 3 years...just watching my friends eat that stuff makes my stomach churn...^^; just a personal opinion though...even though I doubt anyone'll disagree. ^_^ I hope you enjoyed the story and please review! Toodles! ^_~