Confessions Of A Teenage Party Animal (Editing.)

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Lana's POV

I quickened my pace as I spotted my best friend approaching my locker. His persistence over the past week had grown more pronounced, bordering on desperation. The sound of footsteps beside me made me turn, only to come face to face with the person I had been avoiding.

"I can't believe you're still upset," Wren said to me with a frustrated tone, "I'm busy." I skirted the issue, making a gentle left turn. "Don't act like that. You're my best friend, Lana," he said, pausing before speaking again. "You shouldn't be upset..." I turned sharply, looking directly at him. "Upset? I'm not upset, Wren. I'm worried! We used to share everything!" His eyes narrowed as if he had remembered something. "Okay, then care to explain what's happening with a certain fifteen-year-old?" I looked at him incredulously. "Stay away from me, I mean it," I warned before walking into my class.

The class was uneventful. The teacher was ten minutes late and somehow managed to shift the blame onto us, but other than that, it was mediocre.

As I stood up from the desk, I took a deep breath, feeling exhausted from the past few days of avoiding Wren. I awkwardly walked to my locker, still pondering over Wren.

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I rested my chin on the counter, probably simulating the worst posture ever, "You've been all gloom, so gloom you came to my workplace instead of Wren's," Conrad said, emphasizing the 'my' and 'Wren.' I stared at him with even more pessimism. 'Oh, don't give me that look! And you're holding up the line." I looked down the aisle where the line was supposed to be forming, "What line?" I asked snidely. He didn't respond. He just shot me an irritated look.

I sighed, standing up, "Will I be welcome if I buy something?" I questioned as I walked a bit, "Of course, sir," Conrad said with his best customer service voice. I rolled my eyes but didn't comment on it. The mart was nothing special; it was owned by a local old lady and had been around for as long as I'd lived in St. Valleys, which is my whole life. The prices weren't ridiculously overpriced, and it had everything you would find in a Walmart along with some other things. I walked around looking for things to buy, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and grabbed it.

I didn't expect it to be anyone other than Camille or my family, so I wasn't too shocked when Cam sent me a text that read something a bit like this; 'Too many people at the shop, need help, S.O.S' I wasn't disappointed that I had to go in on a free day because I wanted to help him, which was a most certainly a change in pace.

Me: ok, be there soon

I shot back swiftly, I didn't get a reply, but I assumed that was because he was getting trampled by customers or some other miscellaneous reason. I made my way out of the mart, waving Conrad goodbye.

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"Are you okay?" I inquired as I observed Camille attempting to balance six very thick books on top of each other. "I'll survive. Go attend to the customers," he replied, motioning towards the till. There were quite a lot of customers, especially for St. Valleys. I walked begrudgingly to the cash register and started to slowly but surely get through the line of people that kept forming.

It took about two hours to help everyone and organize all the books and stuff properly. To be honest, the task wouldn't have taken so long if Camille and I hadn't spent most of the shift goofing off. At one point, a lady complained about our 'Unprofessionalism'

"Sorry for interrupting your day off," Camille apologized as he reset the till for the next day. "I don't mind helping; I needed to take my mind off of Wren." His gaze shifted to me, and his smile turned solemn. "Are you still fighting?" I inhaled deeply. "He refuses to admit he's wrong." I answered, plus everyone in my family basically skirting around me, they were all avoiding me because of some reason I don't know." I wasn't exaggerating in the slightest.

Everyone was being weird. Luca would turn off all sources of news if I was in the same room as her, and my parents refused to buy newspapers or turn on the radio when we went shopping together, The rest of my family were honestly annoying When I walked in a room everyone got quiet, it had happened three times already, once two weeks ago during a family gathering, the second time when I was coming back from getting food with Drew –my younger cousin– , and the last time last weekend at my grandma's birthday.

"It could be a surprise?" Cam wondered as he locked the shop doors. I let out a small snort, "I highly doubt it. My family isn't known for being openly affectionate." As we strolled towards my car, he hummed, "I'm like 99.98% they'll tell you soon. Just be patient." I let out a sigh. Waiting seemed to be a recurring theme for me lately. I couldn't just wait anymore. First, Wren, now this shit? I took a deep breath in and unlocked my car, "I'll drop you off at home, c'mon." Camille followed the order as he sat into the passenger seat.

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