Chapter 4

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The next day Rikki sits quietly in their regular booth at the Juicenet Café sipping her mango and orange smoothie. Emma is also silent, the only sound audible at their table is the slurping through their straws.
Cleo, the always kind and sympathetic friend can easily sense the awkward tension between the two blonds but she chooses to ignore it and lighten the mood.
"Yesterday I went shopping for my prom dress! I tried on loads, but eventually decided on a beautiful purple and green dress with sequins! It's strapless with a V-neck. Oh I also got a pair of heels!! Silver! They're so pretty!" -Cleo was really excited about prom. Lewis asked her to go two weeks ago and ever since then they've been all disgustingly in love around each other. Ughh. Rikki doesn't even have a date, but even if one of the guys would pluck up the courage to ask her, the only person she would want to go with is Emma. But obviously Emma would go with Ash, Rikki assumed.
"That's great Cleo! I can't wait to see it!"-Emma replied enthusiastically. She gulped down the remaining smoothie left in her glass and got up.
"Well, I better be off! I've got a bio test tomorrow and the knowledge won't just magically fly into my brain."- Emma hurriedly ran towards the exit.
Cleo and Rikki exchange a glance between one another. They both acknowledge that this was weird, not how the three of them normally are with each other. Only that Rikki knows why this is. 
Fuck it. Just tell Cleo. She's your best friend.
So Rikki tells Cleo. She tells Cleo how she's had a crush on Emma for ages and how they've been seeing each other behind Ashes back and how she is tired of all of the lying and the games and Emma using her. And Cleo's green eyes soften her eyebrows rise in shock, but she isn't that shocked to be honest. It all makes sense to her.
The stolen glances, the lingering touches that indicate a little more than friendship. Cleo doesn't judge, she is understanding, as always.
I'm so grateful for her. How did I deserve such a good friend?
It felt so good to finally tell someone. The weight on her shoulders was temporarily lifted and the situation didn't seem so awful anymore.

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