He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

"Katherine!" I heard Meredith's peppy voice cut through the large crowd in the hallway. It was 7:25 in the morning, an ungodly hour for the typical high school student, but Meredith was still as peppy as ever. She bounced into step with me as she caught up to me so we could head to homeroom together.

"Geez Kat," she grimaced when she saw the dark circles underneath my eyes, "even for a Monday, you never look this tired. What kept you up last night?" I tried to suppress the small smile that crept onto my face at the thought of the the texts that had kept me up for so long on a Sunday night.

"Oh, you know, I just couldn't fall asleep last night. Nothing special." I had to bite my lip to keep my face straight.

"That is such a lie! If I was anyone else, you might've gotten away with that, but I'm not falling for single ounce of it." Meredith stared me down. She was right, we had been best friends since kindergarten. She knew me like the back of her hand, which did not benefit me in moments like this. I was going to wait a little longer to tell her but I did not have nearly enough energy to keep up the facade.

"Okay, I was just texting Cameron for a while last night." Meredith's face turned into one of confusion.

"Wait, Cameron as in our Cameron?"

"Maybe." I responded quickly.

"That's it?" The disbelief in Meredith's voice was very thick.

"Yes, that's it. I promise." We reached Mr. Dobson's English classroom where we had homeroom for the first twenty minutes every morning. I quickly took my seat by the window towards to back of the room and Meredith took her respective seat in front of me. I had barely settled down when she whipped around and placed her arms on my desk in interrogation mode. Oh no.

"What's suddenly so fascinating about Cam that you stayed up that late texting him last night." Her hazel eyes burned into mine as she searched my face for a sign, any sign. Cameron was our other best friend, but only since the fourth grade when he first moved here. Usually when I text him, it's in the group chat with Meredith included, but recently we've been having our own conversations on the side. Without Meredith's knowledge.

"Nothing, I mean, we were just talking." I felt uncomfortable for the first time ever talking about Cameron with Meredith.

"Talking about what? What was there to talk about that you two couldn't talk about in the group chat?" Meredith was starting to blow this all out of proportion. I knew I shouldn't have mentioned this at all.

"Just stuff like you and I would Mer!" My face was getting hot and my palms were starting to sweat. I didn't like being in this position with Meredith but she was being so forceful and I had nowhere to go.

"Why are you blushing Kat? What's going on here?" Her eyes narrowed and before I knew it, she snatched my phone that was resting unsecured in front of my hands. Her fingers flew across the screen as she unlocked it and started scrolling through my messages with Cam. Her eyes got wider with each scroll and I slumped back in my chair, the damage already done.

"Jesus Kat, you didn't tell me you had been talking everyday for the past three weeks!" I was about to respond when she suddenly gasped. "Katherine..." Meredith almost never used my full name.

"What?" My voice jumped up an octave when i tried to speak. I was scared at this point. I didn't like this situation at all and Meredith's reactions kept getting worse and worse.

"Kat! Why didn't you tell me you liked Cameron? And more importantly, that he likes you!" Meredith broke out into a huge grin that was honestly more frightening than when she was freaking out two minutes ago.