I decide to play it cool.
'Hey Simon,' I say, 'who's this?' I glance over at the girl clutching to Simons hand like she owns him. She is very pretty with her long, shiny dark hair and slim body.
'Oh, she is – '
Simon didn't have time to answer before the friend snatcher answered, 'I'm Isabelle, nice to meet you' I should have probably said something, but I thought I was better to keep my mouth shut.
I could feel the tension slowly rising and I kept staring at this 'Isabelle' person. She was smiling at me with the same smile that she uses when she wants to look like she is a nice person. Fake.
'Um, what are you doing here Clay?' Simon interjected before the heat of tension rose too much. 'I thought you were meant to be with Luke'.
'I thought I was going to meet a friend at the beach to have a picnic.' I spat, 'but this friend has better plans than to hang out with me'
As soon as I said it, I instantly regretted acting like I did.
'Oh'. Oh, is that the best that Simon could say?!
'But your right,' I replied, 'I should be with Luke'; with that I briskly walked past the two of them and headed home. But I was close enough to hear Isabelle ask, 'Is that a friend of yours?'
'Yes,' Simon replied, 'Just a friend.'
So there I am. Leaving the beach with an untouched picnic in hand, and 'just a friend' as my name. Perfect.