AN: HEYY :D it's been a week since i last reviewed, and i've kind of set a minimum for myself... for every chapter, i want at least 5 reviews xD haha, that's my own personal goal :D anyways. read, ENJOY, & review (: i love hearing from you people!
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"You're doing pretty well for the new kid." Claire Lyons giggled as she jabbed Kristen in the side as she walked by, sipping her latte carefully in the secluded boutique in the downtown area a couple of blocks away from the school. She grabbed a leather jacket off the rack and held it up in front of herself, looking in the dusty mirror along the wall.
"Buy that," Kristen said quickly, pointing a finger at the cute Rag & Bone black bomber jacket that Claire was currently debating whether or not it looked good on her. "And what?" She tilted her head and gave Claire a confused look in the mirror.
Claire turned to give the real Kristen, not her reflection, a playful roll of the eye. "You know, you're like instant celebrity and it's only been a week."
Kristen paused, self-consciously flattening down her hair. She tilted her head and looked at her teal, green-blue eyes staring back at her with a newfound sparkle. "Celebrity?"
Claire laughed. "Don't be so modest. You've been hanging out with Josh Hotz almost every day of the last week. He's totally smitten with you. Massie hasn't killed you, yet you're hanging out with our group without her official consent. You're doing well."
Kristen turned to the rack of clothing that was next to where Claire had gotten the jacket. She found a soft-looking flannel shirt and checked to tag to make sure it was an XS. But on the inside, she was freaking out and having her own little meltdown.
She needed Massie's consent? The girl hadn't even spoken to her, let alone even acknowledged her existence, even though she had been in a two yard radius for the past six days.
She spun around, turning to Claire suddenly, holding the hanger with the plaid shirt in her hands. "So I need Massie to send me a text or give me a document to sign or something?" Kristen half-joked, but part of her started to believe that the latter was actually the real case.
Claire snorted. "Actually, it's quite simple. The moment you talk to Massie when she's being one hundred percent herself is the moment you know she actually likes you. And believe me; you'll want her to like you."
Kristen exhaled loudly. "Great, I'm nervous."
Claire shook her head. "Don't even think you have to try. It's just Massie. She's really nice."
"Um." Kristen bit her lip.
Claire flicked her wrist. "You guys will become friends easily. It'll happen. Just forget I brought it the whole consent thing."
Too bad there was no way Kristen could "just forget".
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Cam Fisher juggled his lucky soccer ball on his knees before passing it over to Josh, who wasn't exactly paying attention. The ball hit Josh's knee with a loud thud, causing Josh to drop his phone in the dewy grass and stumble back a bit.
"What the hell, man!" Josh shouted, throwing his arms up in the air in annoyance and bending over to swipe his phone off the ground. Luckily, it had stayed in one piece as he clean the screen carefully with the edge of last season's soccer jersey.
It had to be the most casual piece of clothing that Josh owned, something he only wore when he knew he was bound to get sweaty. But then he always showered right after and put on a crisp new button down dress shirt (with the sleeves rolled up, of course!) and his prized NY cap.
That was Josh Hotz and his metro ways for you!
"Stop looking at your phone. I asked you if you wanted to play soccer and you said yes. Now you're texting Kristen nonstop?" Cam shook his head disgustedly. "You're so whipped, it's disgusting."
"I'm not texting Kristen!" Josh protested, scrolling down his phone with a concentrated look on his face.
Cam grabbed the phone from Josh and started reading his text messages. Josh tried to get it back but Cam had already grabbed Josh's hat off from its resting perch on a low tree branch and held it not-so-carefully in his hands.
"You come closer and the hat's going into the ground."
"You wouldn't." Josh gasped, his naturally licorice-red lips splitting apart.
"I would." Cam narrowed his blue and green eyes. He pointed a finger at the tree a few yards away. "Go stand by that tree quietly until I'm done."
"Fine." Josh mumbled dejectedly, ducking his head down and walking over to the tree. Once there, he kept muttering cuss words under his breath and scratching his head, hating the emptiness.
Cam looked down at the phone in his hand. Only one message in his inbox was from Kristen ('Kris: haha just doing homework. you? :)'), but the rest were from…
Alicia?
When the hell did that happen?
Leesh: yoo look really cute in that cap ! did yoo get a new one ? [[;
Leesh: ahaha i`m kidding, sillyyy. i know yoo would never replace it [[:
Leesh: aha of course i know yoo besttt ! x333
"Josh, get your ass over here." Cam shouted towards his friend, not being able to take another one of Alicia's annoyingly-typed texts. He threw his friend's phone at his chest along with his baseball cap. Josh caught both easily. "What are you thinking? How could you play around with Kristen's mind like that? God, she's new! She doesn't know better than to trust you."
"It's not what it looks like." Josh groaned. "Alicia keeps texting me and she's coming off so strong. I can't just be mean to her and tell her to shut up, right? We're supposed to still be friends. We're all in the same group still."
Cam frowned, realizing that his friend kind of had a point. But he was so close to messing it up.
"I mean it," Josh said firmly. "I really do like Kristen. Alicia's just being overly friendly, that's it, okay?"
Cam shook his head, running a hand through his slightly-sweaty, yet still nice-looking dark hair. "Whatever. I'll mind my own business."
"And you should be the last one giving me girl advice." Josh continued, feeling pissed yet rejuvenated as he put his cap back on. "Remember what happened last year? With you and Massie? Seeing how she totally left you for Derrick, I'm sure the last thing I'll be doing is following your words. I'd have better luck talking to Kemp."
Cam looked at his friend, partially taken aback and also a little doubtful that Josh had really just said that to him, Cam Fisher, who was kind of like the co-alpha for the guys in the group (Derrick being the other).
"What'd you just say?" Cam said, taking a step closer.
Pretty boy was going to have his face beaten in!
"I said. Massie. Left. You. For. Derrick." Josh jeered, taking a step closer himself.
"You know it's so much more complicated than that."
"Do I? Because I think you were just in over your head, being the horrible person you know you are, Fisher."
"You're the shitty person here."
The two of the narrowed their eyes more, ready to jump at any moment.
"Josh?"
Well, speak of the devil…
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Kristen Gregory walked over slowly to where Josh and another boy were standing. They were about to butt heads, so it seemed. The other guy, who she had learned earlier this week was Cam Fisher, had his fists clenched tightly near his sides. Josh's dark eyes were narrowed and he seemed to be just as pissed.
"Josh?" Kristen said nervously. "Cam?" She felt silly saying Cam's name, especially since this was the first time she had actually talked to him. "What's going on?"
Cam turned and gave Kristen what she swore was a pity look. "You know what? Why don't you ask Josh over here. I'm out."
He gave Josh one last glare before leaving, kicking his soccer ball up into his hand in one swift motion on the way.
"Sorry, did I interrupt something?" Kristen asked tentatively. Josh was now glaring at the ground, his fists now curled into fists. She could see that his muscles with flexed underneath the rolled-up sleeves of his jersey. But instead of feeling the urge to swoon about how fit he was, Kristen couldn't help but feel a little scared.
The last thing she wanted to see was Josh in a pre-fight mood. He was scary, intimidating, and anything but sweet. Kristen was growing more and more unsure if this was what she wanted.
Josh finally turned to Kristen, a blank look in his eyes. "Forget about it. It's nothing. Cam has effing issues."
Kristen stood on the grass, exchanging her weight from the balls of her feet to the heel in her sandals, which were now damp with the dew from the immaculately mowed lawn. What she hated most, after the fear of being alone and that feeling you got when you were starving, was when someone was talking bad about their friend. She hated it, because it always made her even more paranoid. Did her friends ever really like her?
Or was she just there?
"You want to talk about it…?" Kristen asked slowly.
Josh sneered. "Talk about it? What am I? A girl?" Josh shook his head. "Kris, I'm out."
He left Kristen speechless, confused, and most of all, hurt. She stood on the lawn, looking at Josh's retreating figure, wondering what exactly she did wrong.
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