Be friends with her friends

"Too much of you is never enough; when you gonna give it up, you're giving me such a rush, come on Holly, would you turn me on?"

I, Cameron David Fisher, have officially been talking to Massie Elliot Block for a whole month now. We've been texting each other nonstop, we have a calling schedule, and we even hang out publicly now. I mean, she's all that I've ever been asking for. In a friend, of course. I haven't forgotten my original plan, which I have to say is working on my part.

Again, I wait for Massie outside her third period class, anticipating her bubbly and quirky presence. She comes out as a jumbled mess, her hair in a loose ponytail, strands of hair falling into her face and her backpack barely on her shoulders. I, as usual, grab a hold of her books and and her bag and she lets a grateful breath out. "Oh, gosh, Mr. Myner gave us a huge packet of homework due next week Tuesday." She stuck her tongue out as we pushed through into the cafeteria.

We grabbed our lunches—we'd realized one day after continuous patterns of similar food choices that we just needed to share a tray for our lunches—and she led the way to our not usual lunch table. I shot her a questioning look and she smiled smugly. "Come on, you should meet my friends, they've been dying to meet you."

I raised an eyebrow and looked to where her gaze was set. Just to my luck, it was Alicia's table. I felt my hands getting sweatier, my heart beats thumping louder in my chest than usual. We sat down at the occupied table, all heads turning to us. Massie beamed and acknowledged everyone before gesturing to me. "This is Cam Fisher, guys." She poked my side, and then pointed everyone who was present.

"That's Alicia, you know her—"

You bet I do.

"And that's Olivia Ryan—"

Your nose looks fake.

"Dylan Marvil, my best friend in the world—"

Ooh, so it's not Alicia who's your best friend, eh?

"Chris Plovert—"

Jeez, bucko, what's with the death glare?

Massie leaned into me and whispered into my ear, "We used to date, back in the eighth grade. My apologies for the looks he gives you." She left the side of my head in a second and continued with the introductions.

"That's Kemp Hurley—"

You're the one who tried to kiss Massie, you douche.

"And Derrick Harrington—"

Oh, the guy who has a thing for Layne Abeley, but has a friend with benefits relationship with Olivia. Interesting to see you here, even if Massie talked about you.

"And that's pretty much it. They're all amazing people, all good friends of mine. But of course, you're still my closest." She smirked at me and I chuckled back, an odd crackling feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I glanced up only to see Alicia angrily stabbing at her salad. When her eyes locked with mine, she faked a smile and flipped her hair, turning her head to Olivia to gossip about the newest Briarwood Academy news.

I chewed the inside of my cheek and bent my head down next to Massie's who was reading something off of Emma by Jane Austen.

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