III: Chapter Three

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3 Years Ago

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3 Years Ago

"Noah?" Rika fell back, leaning against the wall next to our best friend's locker as he retrieved a book between classes. "Do you have a date for Winterfest?"

He scrunched up his face. "That's like two months away, Rika."

"I know. I'm getting in while the getting's good." I rolled my eyes and laughed at her, she grinned back.

He smiled, slamming his locker shut and leading the way down the hall. "So you're asking me on a date then?" he teased in his cocky voice. "I knew you always wanted me." I laughed and Noah threw his arm around me.

Rika rolled her eyes, following him since our classroom was in the same direction. "Could you make this easier, please?"

But all I heard was his snort. Noah enjoyed this way too much

Winterfest was a dance like Sadie Hawkins. Girls ask guys, and she wants to take the safe route by asking a friend. I was just gonna go by myself considering he would never allow me to take another boy and I was not about to take a college student to a high school dance.

Students scurried around us, rushing to their classes, and I held the strap of my bag on my shoulder as Rika grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Please?" She pleaded.

But he narrowed his eyes, looking worried. "Are you sure Trevor's not going to kick my ass? Judging from the way he's on you all the time, I'm surprised he hasn't GPS'd you. Why can't you just go with Thea?"

"Because I don't want my hand chopped off." I scoffed at Rika's face.

"He wouldn't chop your hand off." The two of them looked at them like I was delusional. "I wouldn't let him chop your hand off."

"Since when did the possessiveness extend to girls as well," Noah asked.

"After Hannah told him I was her lesbian fantasy. He hadn't comprehended that just because I'm not into women that they would be into me." I shrugged, possessive was not a strong enough word.

"Come on. Be a buddy," Rika urged, nudging his shoulder. "I need you."

"No, you don't." He stopped at our next class, which was on the way to his and spun around, pinning her with a hard look. "Rika, if you don't want to ask Trevor, then ask someone else."

She let out a sigh and averted her eyes, sick of this conversation.

"You're asking me because it's safe," he argued. "You're beautiful, and any guy would be thrilled to go out with you."

"Of course they would be." She smiled sarcastically. "So say yes then." I laughed at that.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at me.

Noah liked to draw conclusions about us. About why Rika never dated or why he thought she shied away from this or that, and as good of a friend as he was, I wished he'd stopped already. I could tell Rika just didn't feel comfortable.

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