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Chapter Eight

Bridgette

I glanced up from my magazine to see Noah storming out of the bookstore.

'I wonder what happened with him.' She thought.

"Bridgette, are you ready to go?" Gwen asked, tilting her head.

"Uh- sure," I agreed slowly.

"Okay, I'll go find Courtney," Gwen said before walking off.

I shut my magazine slowly; and placed it back on the shelf.

"Oh my gosh! Look Katie, I see Bridgette!" I heard familiar voice squeal.

"I see her too!"

I winced inwardly as I turned to see BFFFL's standing there.

"Bridgette! Have you seen Justin? We were stalking him… and then we lost him," Katie started.

"And we thought he would be in here!" Sadie finished for her friend. I coughed a few times to contain my laughter. They actually thought Justin would be in a bookstore?

"Em… No, he's not here. You should try a shoe store or something," I suggested.

"Oh I love shoes!" Katie exclaimed.

"Oh my gosh! Me too!" Sadie yelled. They squealed and started to hug each other mindlessly. I rolled my eyes.

"Wait; we need to find Justin!" Katie stated. They stopped hugging; and then they ran out of the store.

"What was that all about?" Gwen asked; she was standing there with Courtney.

"Uh- apparently they were stalking Justin, the lost him, and he thought he would be in a book store," I explained bluntly. Gwen let out a chuckle.

"Ah man," Gwen said, "Justin would only be in a bookstore if they were doing a photo shoot,"

"Which will probably never happen," Courtney pointed out. She seemed a little dumbfounded; but I shrugged it off.

"So, where to next?" I asked.

"Why don't we go down to that little music shop next door?" Gwen suggested.

"Sure; what about you, Courtney?" I asked.

"Yeah, we can go down there," Courtney agreed.

Gwen

So we walked into the music shop. To my surprise, I saw Trent working behind the cash register.

I flushed; and walked down an isle so he wouldn't see me.

"What's wrong, Gwen?" Bridgette asked in concern. Courtney nudged Bridgette and pointed in Trent's direction.

"I knew Trent would end up working at a place like this," Courtney murmured.

"You should go say hi," Bridgette said. We all looked up as Heather walked into the store with Lindsay and Beth trailing behind her. Courtney and I froze.

"Gwen; go talk to Trent before Heather talks to him," Bridgette said; giving me a small push out of the isle. I sent a small glare back at her as I walked up to Trent.

"Hey Trent. You work here?" I started. Trent smiled in slight surprise.

"Gwen, hi," He said with his usual smooth smile, "Are you looking for anything?"

"Nah, I'm just here with Courtney and Bridgette," I said slowly.

"Oh Trent," Heather started as she walked over with a cheesy smile, "And… Gwen,"

Boy, she just had to stress out my name so dramatically.

Trent gave an uneasy glance at me; and looked back at Heather.

"Uh, hi Heather. Is there anything you need?" Trent asked.

"How about a kiss?" Heather asked. She laughed, "Ah, I'm just kidding,"

Trent blinked; annoyed and confused. I glared at Heather.

"I just need some CD's for the talent show," Heather started.

"Ah- you ordered a box, right?" Trent asked, walking to the back of the store. Heather and I waited for him to return in tension.

"Trent's never going to fall for you, goth girl. Just give up," Heather muttered to me.

"Well last time I checked, he seemed to like me better then he does you," I replied coldly.

"Ugh! Yeah right!" Heather replied, "I'll stomp you into the ground,"

"Psh," I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

Trent returned to counter with a large card-board box of CD's.

"Here," Trent said as he handed them to Heather, "Your dad already paid for them; so you can head out now,"

"Aw, you're trying to get rid of me, Trent?" Heather asked with a pout, "Ah well, I'll be back later,"

Heather glared at me; and then left the store with Lindsay.

"I don't get what's wrong with that girl," Trent murmured, shaking his head.

"It's obvious she has a major crush on you," I muttered.

"Well; I have a crush on another girl," Trent said with a smile, "No Heather,"

I flushed. I didn't know what to think. He had a crush on another girl?

"Um… I'll see you later, Trent," I said, rushing over to Courtney and Bridgette.

"What happened? I saw Heather walked over!?" Bridgette exclaimed.

"I'll tell you guys later," I mumbled.

"Did something bad happen?" Courtney asked in concern.

"Nah… I don't think so," I replied.

"You don't think so?" Bridgette asked.

I explained everything that happened to them right then.

"Ah…," Courtney agreed, "I'm pretty sure he has a crush on you Gwen,"

"Yeah; seriously. I agree with Courtney," Bridgette said with a nod.

"Thanks for your support; but I think we should be going now," I replied, starting to walk out of the store with Bridgette and Courtney following me.

"You guys want to sleep over at my house tonight?" Courtney asked, "Mom won't be home, and it's getting a little late,"

"Sure, Court," I agreed, getting back into my Dad's old car. Bridgette and Courtney got in as well.

"Okay, I'll call my mom about it," Bridgette agreed.

"Tell her to tell my mom too," I said to Bridgette. Bridgette nodded.

Courtney

Gwen dropped me off at my house while she and Bridgette went to go get their things ready.

I prepared two air mattresses in my room for Gwen and Bridgette to sleep on. I then ordered a pizza for dinner.

The phone started to ring soon enough; and I ran off to answer it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Courtney?" I heard my Dad's voice. My heart dropped.

"Yeah Dad?" I asked.

"We arranged the flights; you're coming down next Saturday morning," My Dad stated, "I'm really looking foreword to seeing you again,"

"Only one week?" I asked; trying not to make my voice sound disappointed.

"Yes!" My Dad replied like it was the most cheery thing in the world.

"Wow….," I started; trying to sound a little excited about going to see him again.

"I'll call later tonight," My Dad said before hanging up.

I plopped onto an armchair in the living room. My Dad was ruining everything!

I heard the doorbell after a few minutes. I tried to wear a smile as I answered.

Bridgette was the first to arrive; she was carrying her usual blue travel bag.

"Oh, hey Bridgette," I greeted, taking her bag for her. "I'll put these down in my room,"

I started up the stairs, Bridgette following me. I plopped her bag on the floor by one of the air mattresses on the floor.

"Mom rented a few movies for us," Bridgette said, taking three different movies out from her bag.

"Okay; we'll take a look at them later," I agreed.

The doorbell rang out again. "That's probably Gwen," Bridgette stated.

We both headed down the stairs.

Gwen

So here we are in Courtney's room, watching some horror movie Bridgette's mom rented. Why Bridgette's mom picked a horror movie? I have no idea. But I love horror movies, so I'm not complaining.

A bloody scene flashed across the screen; Bridgette hid her face in her hands and Courtney hugged herself.

"Ew… that's so gross," Courtney commented.

"Awesome," I murmured as I continued to watch.

"How can you think something like that is," Bridgette was cut off by something clanking against Courtney's bedroom window.

Bridgette screamed, Courtney froze, and I just laughed.

"Why are you laughing? Someone could be breaking into the house," Bridgette hissed. Courtney got up slowly; and peeked out the window.

"No need to worry," Courtney started, rolling her eyes, "It's only my personal stalker,"

"Your personal stalker?" I asked, raising a brow. Courtney opened the window; and Duncan hopped in.

"Hey princess," Duncan said smugly, "Having a sleepover?"

"Why are you here, Duncan?" Courtney asked her hands on her hips.

"Because I'm your," Duncan started.

"Personal stalker?" I finished.

"Exactly," Duncan said with a nod.

"You seriously scared me," Bridgette murmured; starting to calm down a little.

"I didn't know you chicks were into horror movies," Duncan stated with a smirk.

"It was the only interesting movie," I pointed out.

Courtney's phone started to ring.

"Who would call this late?" Courtney murmured to herself, "I'll be back,"

She rushed out of the room; leaving Bridgette, Duncan, and I in a room together. Alone. It was really aqward.

After a few minutes, she returned.

"Who was on the phone?" Bridgette asked.

"Ah- just my Dad," Courtney sounded a little disappointed. Tension rose in the room.

"When are you moving anyway?" Bridgette asked softly.

"Next Saturday morning," Courtney replied bluntly, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"That's only a week!" I exclaimed; slightly devastated.

"Yeah…," Courtney agreed lightly.

We stayed silent. It was kind of hard to say anything after that.

"Well, I'm going to hang out at Trent's house," Duncan broke the silence, "I'll pop up sometime tomorrow, princess,"

With that, Duncan slid down the drain pipe.

Duncan

Trent, Geoff, and I sat up in Trent's room; listening to some music.

"Agh, this stinks," I muttered. Trent and Geoff looked up.

"What's wrong, man?" Trent asked.

"Yeah; it's unusual to see you like this," Geoff agreed.

"It's Courtney, she's moving to Florida next week," I mumbled, "And I can't do anything about it,"

"That sucks," Trent agreed, "Maybe you should make something for her?"

"Yeah! Make her something," Geoff agreed.

"That seems too soft for a guy like me," I muttered, "And I'm not a soft guy,"

"Everyone can be soft, man," Geoff stated, adjusting his hat.

"Not me," I replied.

Yes, the story is going to take a big turn in the next chapter.

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