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Treehouse

Maeve and Noah are together now. They're together during pre-cal, they're together during free period, they're together during lunch. And, for some reason, I am beginning to absolutely hate Noah Likins. Perhaps it's because he used to hang around Marcos or because he's stealing my best friend away. Or, maybe, it's just how painfully attractive he is. Noah is honestly the kind of handsome you only see on television. He has these chiseled features and hazel eyes that make you stumble over your words. Sometimes, I wonder if he is an actual Disney prince, because his teeth seem to sparkle when he smiles.

Today, all three of us are sitting at the same table in the library, but we aren't sitting together. Maeves legs are in Noah's lap and he keeps whispering in her ear. It's extremely disgusting. I'm sitting opposite them, phone in hand, and not saying a word. It's like there's an invisible wall separating us.

"Sunny," Maeve says, finally, and I look up. "Did you do the pre-cal work over the weekend?"

"Yeah," I reply, raising my brows. "Did you?"

Noah and Maeve look at eachother before erupting into giggles. "We were busy."

I don't even want to think about what the connotations behind that word may be, so I reach into my bag and pull out the homework. "Here. Get a few wrong so it isn't suspicious." Maeve takes the paper with a smile and taps my hand with her finger.

"Thanks, love," she replies. Maeve Carney has never called me "love" in her entire life. I watch as she jots down answers and slides the page back to me. "So, there's a new post on the blog. Have you seen it?"

"No," I say.

"Well, you should check! This whole thing is super fascinating, don't you think?" I don't know why she's asking me this. She knows how I feel about everything with the blog and the pranks. But, I look towards Noah, and he is nodding along. God, I hate that boy.

"Yeah. Right," I reply, but she is still staring at me and I realize she's waiting for me to pull up the blog. I huff out a breath and retrieve my laptop, typing "Summerfield Scandals" into the search bar. There is one new post from this morning.

Hello, Summerfield high!

I hope you're ready for more schemes this week! Until our quota is met, we will work tirelessly to battle the backward administration. Expect many interruptions as well as the first official meet up on Saturday evening. More information about this will be out shortly.

I would also like to announce an official name for our movement; the Rising Unification of Ecoterrorists. Thank you for your diligent involvement in our protests so far.

Malice eventually decimates.

I stare at my laptop for a long time. "Well?" Maeve says and I look up at her.

"They said 'our'," I reply.

"What?"

"In the post. They said 'until our quota is met'. There's multiple people behind this." Maeve glances at Noah before shrugging.

"Yeah. I guess that makes sense. But, what do you think about the meetup? Like, do you plan on going?"

"I don't know," I mumble, still staring absentmindedly at my laptop.

"Well, you should. Noah and I will be there and I think Reagan's coming as well."

"Cool," I reply, but I really have no intention of going. This whole thing seems almost cult-like. I'd much rather stay in bed watching films.

"Oh, that's funny," Maeve says as she looks over to Noah again. "Our first official date will be at a protest meetup!" They haven't even been on a date yet?