Uh oh! Drama rises.
We were in the locker room changing after gym class, I was eavesdropping, as usual, on the guy's conversations on the other side of the wall of lockers separating us.
"Nicholas! Buddy, I heard you scored Lily Truscott. She's a pretty nasty skater."
"Well, I went on a date with her. She's a nice girl, but..."
"But what?"
"I was really more interested in her friend."
"Miley?"
"Wait. Miley Stewart?" another boy chimed in.
"Yeah, bro."
"Dude, no chance in hell."
"Why not?" Because she's with me.
"Because she doesn't go out with anybody."
"What? No way!"
"She makes up some lame excuse every time someone asks her out. Like she's busy every weekend."
"Whatever. I bet I'd get her to go out with me."
I couldn't listen to anymore of this dribble. I walked over to the front of the locker room.
"How?" a boy asked.
"Oliver! My man. Just the brother I wanted to see." I turned around to face Nick and his "posse".
"You're friends with Miley and Lily, right?"
"Yeah, they're my best friends."
"Sweet. Okay, look. I'm going to break up with Lily, so do you think you can, you know, turn on the charm. Make her not hate me so much. Just in case, things don't work out between me and Miley, I'll have a back up. And I, also, need you to talk me up with Miley. Make me look good."
"Okay. Like I said. Lily is my best friend, so I won't let you totally crush her. And Miley is my best friend and I'm not going to let you cheat with her."
"Is Oliver Smokin' Oken getting soft?"
"Beat it, jerk."
"Oh, I will. And if this doesn't work, maybe I'll beat you. Up, that is."
I stormed out looking for Miley and Lily.