Hi guys! Another chapter. I've had plenty of time to write this one, had to spend 9 hours in the emergency room with my friend so planning this kept us entertained. Trying something new in this one, it's going to be from both points of view. Let me know what you guys think of this and I'll decide whether to continue it. Enjoy guys! x

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MINI POV

Walking into school was a bit awkward. I saw them all sitting there on the couches through the window and paused before making my entrance. Deep breath. Big smile.

Nick was next to Rich and Grace. Liv on her own. Franky next to Matty. Great. I sat down next to Alo, it seemed the safest bet. Joining Liv, opposite the other two, just felt too much like acknowledging that things had changed. Besides, I wasn't completely sure I could prevent myself from glaring at or kicking Matty.

"So farm boy. Crash any vans this weekend? Strand any poor people in the middle of the woods? Totally fuck much up?" Alo looked only a little put out by my questions. Everyone else laughed. My eyes connected with Liv's. She raised her eye brows in a question, 'Alright?'. I smiled, a complete lie, and turned away, not wanting her to see too far into my true feelings.

"Suppose we had better get this show on the road then," said Alo loudly, jumping up. The other followed his lead, though with far less enthusiasm. We all wandered out of the common room, heading to our various classes. I had sport, with the girls. The thought of holding up my happiness on the sports field in front of all the girls made me feel a bit sick. Telling the others I'd catch them up I quickly detoured past my locker and forged a sick note from my mum. It was easy, I'd been doing them since I was seven. When I arrived at the gym everyone was already into the game, I think it was netball, but the quality of the playing made it hard to tell. There's a possibility it could have been dodge ball. I gave my note to the teacher, doing my best to look just a little ill.

"Alright then McGuiness" he said grudgingly. "Take a seat over there. You can keep Francesca company."

Shit. I completely forgot that Franky wouldn't be playing sport. This was just perfect. An hour and a half of sitting next to and talking to the one person who was making life such hell at the moment. At least there was no opportunity for Matty to be around I suppose.

Franky smiled at me as I walked towards her. I had to remind my face to smile back. This was getting to be hard work. I sat down, close enough that she wouldn't notice I was avoiding her but far enough away that I wouldn't feel the urge to reach out. There was a few awkward minutes of silence when I sat down. Normally I would be the one to start conversation, and keep it going, but I just didn't know what to say today. Franky kept glancing at me questioningly. Finally she decided to speak.

"Do you remember our first sports class together?"

Smile. Smile. Smile.

"Yeah. That mud took forever to get out of my hair," I laughed. God it sounded awful, how could she possibly not notice how fake and forced it sounded? We relapsed into silence.

"Mins? Is something...the matter? Are you angry at me or something?"

In the time it took my mind to process this question, work out an answer and then convert that answer into what I could actually say, Franky realised that something was actually wrong.

"What is it Mini?" she asked seriously. I focused very hard on the ball game happening in front of me. Liv threw a ball straight at some poor girl's face. Oh, actually it's alright, that was Clara Stewart. Bitch stole my second boyfriend so Liv could throw as many balls at her face as she wanted. Grace waved ecstatically at us, bouncing on her toes but seemingly doing very little actual sport. I waved back with a big smile on my face. They said that smiling caused less wrinkles than frowning. Did that still count for fake smiles? Because right now frowning felt like it would use a lot let effort.

"Mini, please, answer me" Franky insisted. She had placed a hand on my lower arm, her fingers easily wrapping around my wrist. I looked down at it, millions of thoughts zipping through my head. As she touched me I felt a jolt go up my arm and heat began to spread from her touch. I felt like my face was on fire, surely it was noticeable? Simultaneously I wanted to shake off her hand and for her to never let go. I had been staring down too long, I had to do something. Behind Franky I could see Liv frantically signalling me. I looked up at her. She pointed to the corners of her mouth and smiled sarcastically. I nodded thanks at her. We had been friends for so many years that sometimes it was like we had developed some silly code. Instantly I knew what she meant; she was reminding me to keep it together. I took a breath and looked up, straight at Franky.

"Franks everything is absolutely fine of course. Why wouldn't it be? God you're so silly sometimes- look at you with your serious face on." I laughed light-heartedly and turned back to the game. Liv was back to destroying Clara Stewart. Good.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Franky turn away from me hesitantly. She still didn't quite believe me. Maybe it was her guilty mind taunting her. I chose to take advantage of this thought, something that would satisfy my jealousy a little and make me look less obvious.

"So I noticed you had 'ga-ga' eyes for Matty this morning. All smiles and laughter weren't we?" I laughed lightly and nudged her gently. I managed to keep the pure venom out of my voice. She looked at me quickly, a thousand excuses on her tongue.

"What are you talking about? Don't be so silly Mins. There's nothing going on there. You know I'm completely over him right?" she gushed. A little voice in my mind said 'serves her right for sneaking around' at her obvious panic. No one ever came out unhurt from lies and broken promises.

"Of course not. I'm only messing with you silly. Take a chill pill." This felt quite good. It took her a few seconds to calm down and realise I was only joking. We went back to watching the game in silence. This time though it was Franky who felt the awkwardness, aware of how close she had come to revealing her secret. I merely enjoyed having the upper hand again. I waited patiently for the end whistle and clapped and cheered Liv and Grace as they jogged over to us, triumphant. Well, maybe jog was generous. Liv was halfway between and jog and an amble, making it very clear she was too cool for this shit, and Grace was more of a delicate, fairy skip. They plonked themselves down next to us. Liv picked up on Franky's tension immediately, but didn't say anything. Grace just rattled off some story about the game. I was never quite sure how much Grace actually picked up on and how much she just ignored.

"Come on Grace. Stop blabbering. Let's get out of this hell-hole."

I stood up, pulling her by the hand, knowing that the others would follow. I got a few steps, Liv and Grace on my heels, before I realised that Franky was still sitting. Turning towards her I frowned. What was she doing?

"Franks, come one. Whats the holdup?" I chided. She stood slowly, looking at me in a trancelike way. Liv and Grace had already reached to door. Liv glanced back at us, noticing Franky's seriousness, and disappeared swiftly out the door. I stood facing Franky, my hands on my hips, challenging her. She faltered, daunted by my attitude.

"So what's up Franky?" I asked, wondering if she was actually about to admit the truth to me. How should I react if she did? She opened her mouth to speak but changed her mind at the last minute.

"We'd better catch up with the others," she said flustered, pushing past me quickly. At the door she turned around a looked at me. I coolly returned her gaze, fairly certain that she knew I knew, and not afraid to make that clear. And see her squirm.

FRANKY POV

Mini wasn't saying a word. Something had to be wrong, she was normally so chatty and bubbly. It had really annoyed me at first the way she felt the need to fill any silence with meaningless chatter. It was such contrast to what I was used to back then. Now I quite liked it, I knew it was just Mini's way of showing that she cared. So what did it mean when she stopped talking?

I decided to be the one to break the silence. "Do you remember our first sports class together?" I smiled at her encouragingly. Maybe she just had a hangover from hell.

She returned my smile. "Yeah. That mud took forever to get out of my hair." The smile was good but something about it just wasn't convincing.

"Mins? Is something...the matter? Are you angry at me or something?"

The looks crossing her face told me everything. Her eyes flashed quickly to my face and just as quickly glanced away guiltily. The first thought that crept into my head was that she knew all about Matty and I from the other night. I know Liv had picked up on something but I was sure that Mini hadn't noticed. But the look on her face told me that something was definitely wrong. And the way she was avoiding looking at me I knew it had something to do with me.

"What is it Mini?" I demanded. She still wouldn't look at me. Instead she was staring intently at the game in front of her like her life depended upon it. I was beginning to wonder if she had even heard me. When Liv smashed a ball towards some cowering girl on the other team Mini smiled faintly. She waved happily at Grace, ignoring me completely. I reached out towards her trying to get her attention.

"Mini, please, answer me" I pleaded as I grabbed her arm. She stiffened instantly, her eyes flicking straight to my hand upon her wrist. She just sat there staring at it with a slight look of horror on her face. We sat for ages, not moving, waiting for her to do something. Finally she raised her eyes, but only to look past me absently. I was about to turn to see the cause for her gaze when she instead latched her eyes onto mine.

A smile lit up her face "Franks everything is absolutely fine of course. Why wouldn't it be? God you're so silly sometimes- look at you with your serious face on." She tinkled a little laugh and turned back to the game. I stared at her for a few moments more, trying to work out what had just happened. Just as I turned back to the game myself she spoke again.

"So I noticed you had 'ga-ga' eyes for Matty this morning. All smiles and laughter weren't we?" She leaned towards me conspiratorially, giving me a little nudge. A jolt of terror went through me. Instantly I knew that she knew everything. How should I explain it to her? I didn't even know what she thought about it. A random garble of words spilled out of my mouth in my desperation to explain.

"What are you talking about? Don't be so silly Mins. There's nothing going on there. You know I'm completely over him right?" Inside I cursed myself, could I have been more of an idiot? Whatever she had thought before it must now be pretty clear how guilty I felt about it. I stared at her, my eyes wide and pleading. She gazed back, a small smile of amusement playing on her mouth but not quite reaching her eyes, which remained cold. Then her face broke into a broad smile.

"Of course not. I'm only messing with you silly. Take a chill pill." She laughed at me again. We sat in silence for what felt like ages, the tension stretching between us. Mini casually examined her nails and waved at Grace and Liv as they headed towards us. I sat on the edge of my seat, poised for flight or the angry words that I felt sure were coming my way any minute. I barely noticed when Liv and Grace sat down around us. Grace was chattering about something or other in the background but I tuned out, caught up in my own thoughts.

Suddenly Mini stood up, pulling Grace by the hand. "Come on Grace. Stop blabbering. Let's get out of this hell-hole." She marched off towards the door. It took me minute to realise that everyone had moved. I sat there, staring after them blankly. The image of Mini and Liv's faces when they walked in on us the other day kept on going around in my head. Was I being unfair to them? Maybe I should tell Mini everything. She was supposed to be my best friend after all, who else was I going to tell?

"Franks, come one. Whats the hold-up?" she called back to me mockingly. I stood slowly, preparing myself for facing her. When I looked up at her she was standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. Everything about her screamed at me to not say a word. I stumbled to think of what I could possible say to her.

"So what's up Franky?" I opened and closed my mouth like an idiot. She was staring at me, absorbing my discomfort with glee. I glanced at her face, changing my mind.

"We'd better catch up with the others," I said, pushing past her. As I reached the door I felt her eyes boring into my back from across the room. Reluctantly I turned to look at her. She stared at me challengingly, her gaze sending chills through me. In that instant something passed between us. I knew that she knew everything and that look told me I was in serious trouble.