Why?
"Oh my God..." I groan as Miss Pearson sets us yet another project on some tribe or other for RS.
I run a hand absent-mindedly over the fur of Olivia's-who is sitting next to me yet again-pencil-case as Miss Pearson says we have to do it on pairs. Everyone jumps to their feet so that they can run over to whoever they want to do it with. I stay in my seat and twiddle with one of my braids.
There is a blur of navy and yellow and Kristen is beside Olivia, ignoring me completely.
"Which part should we do Liv?" She is wearing the BOCD cheerleader uniform, but as Captain she gets the so called luxury of a glitter filled number 1 on the back of her skimpy tank. Obviously she's expecting Olivia to bound to the front with her where everyone else is, choosing the topic they want to do.
So Kristen looks as shocked as I've ever seen her when Olivia turns to me and then back to Kristen and then says, "K, I promised Massie I'd be with her. You know, because she got a D and I go a B in RS."
Kristen stops twirling her tight blond braid around her finger. Her jaw drops so far I can see the Dentyne White Ice that lies in a clump at the back of her tongue. Gross.
"You-You what? Massie? But-Urgh!" Kristen ends her flurry of broken words with a half-scream and turns on the heel of her silver Pumas. Olivia shoots her a sympathetic look, and then turns to me grinning, her wispy blond waves framing her perfect-if slightly flushed-face. "C'mon then, I wanted to do food. Hopefully Layne Abeley hasn't taken it. Come on..." She pulls me up by my hand and drags me over to the front table, disappearing in to the swarm of designer clothes clad girls.
My mind is reeling. Why would Olivia choose me over Kristen?
Why did she pretend she had promised me to be partners?
What was so bad with hanging out with Kristen?
...What was so good with hanging out with me?