The Clueless Cupid (Stopped)

Chapter 6: Thank God It's Friday... For Movies!

"You don't hang out with me anymore," Drew said.

"Yeah I am, we're hanging out right now."

"You know what I meant Julie."

"I'm not doing it on purpose, I'm just really busy."

"But what about our  T.G.I.F.4.M? You've skipped last week's and the week before that."

T.G.I.F.4.M stands for 'Thank God It's Friday For Movies'. We've done it ever since elementary for out movie nights. "I had an essay, you said it was okay to skip last week."

"I lied," he made a shape of a heart with his hands and gestured it to break apart. "It really broke me in the inside."

I playfully shoved him. "Liar."

"Can't we have T.G.I.F.4.M this Friday?" 

"This Friday? I don't know..."

He gave me Bambi eyes that looked so cute on him. "Pweeese."

I groaned. "I hate it when you do that. Okay, okay."

"Score!"

"But I get to choose the movie."

"Again?"

"Yes, you shall suffer through Pitch Perfect," I said hauntingly.

"Ugh, I hate musical movies."

"I know you do, that's why I love it."

"You're a cruel person, you know that?"

I made the same gesture of a broken heart. "That broke me in the inside."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, oh and I promised your mom I'll drop you of at home."

"Sorry about that, my mom practically lives at work now."

"No, I actually enjoy doing it. Minus the times when you change the radio channel."

"Don't blame me. 104.3 my FM is my jam."

"Sure it is, anyway I got to go." He said. "Meet you at the front of the school?"

"Kay."

He walked away. I smiled to myself, Pitch Perfect makes him suffahhh!

Janice asked the group. "Did you know Erik already has a fan club?"

I choked on my milk. I wiped my mouth with a napkin. "Say whaaaa?"

"I know right? They call themselves the 'Radiant Roses'. 

Karen made a face. "That's lame."

Phoebe nodded, "I saw a couple of them with these custom made shirts with roses on them. They're just a small group of freshmen and sophomores, but you'll never guess who's they're leader."

"Who?" we all asked at once.

"Rozelyn Thomson."

We all gasped. 

I asked in disbelief. "The Rozelyn Thomson?"

She nodded gravely.

"Daaaaaamn," Dylan muttered.

Rozyelyn Thomson, the most popular, respected but hated and evilest girl in the whole school. You can have a small chat with her and, bam, you hate her guts for life. She used to be in our group, known as 'judgy one' we kicked her out when we had enough of her.

"I hate her guts," Charlie said. "Ever since she joined our group in middle school, I hated her."

"And you wont believe why she started it."