Just Best Friends

Chapter Two

I sat through the rest of fifth period in complete and total shock.
Ryan Smith defended me? ME OF ALL PEOPLE?
Then again, Ruben was being a grade A asshole. Which is probably the only A he'll ever get.
I sang and played along during our music class, staying as focused as possible, but the only thought in the back of my mind was that the hottest guy in my grade-no in my entire SCHOOL-defended me. Because of his best friend too!
Jessie was at a loss for words too, but found the best way to describe what happened as we sat down at our lunch table.
"HOLY SHIT!!!" She practically screamed. Another scary thing about Jessie, when she swears. She doesn't swear. Ever. Unless she thinks it's absolutely necessary.
But all I could say was "I KNOW RIGHT?!?!"
"Whoa whoa wait WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?" Our other best friend, Amelia, exclaimed. Everyone at our lunch table was thoroughly intrigued, but Amelia was pissed that she didn't know yet.
And Chase, unsurprisingly, still hadn't looked up from his book to see what the fuss was about.
"Lyla if you don't spill the beans right now, blood will be shed." She hissed. Although I knew she was kidding and completely harmless, I was slightly terrified by the fire in her eyes.
"Okay okay I'll tell you!" I laughed. "Basically, Ryan stood up for me in music last period." I squealed.
"HE DID NOT!!"
"HE DID TOO!"
Chase suddenly snapped his book shut with one hand and looked up. "Okay what's with the squealing? Did that guy from that one band tweet something funny or shocking again? Did those two guys from that other band actually admit that they're in love with each other?" He questioned. He was used to us fangirling, so he just asked the usual questions he asks when we bother him with our squealing.
This time, this had nothing to do with the unhealthy obsession my friends and I have with bands.
And at this point, all of Chase's other friends who sat at our table were intrigued. That was very unusual. They usually just talk about Pokemon and gaming stuff, completely ignoring the rest of us. They weren't interested in my fangirling...at least I thought.
"Oh well um basically the guy I like stood up for me when his best friend was being an asshole." I muttered quietly. I didn't talk to Chase about that kind of stuff. Ever. And I especially didn't tell his other friends about that kind of stuff.
"Oh." Chase muttered. "That's um, that's cool I guess?" He seemed very disinterested.
Amelia rolled her eyes at the stupid boy, as she would put it, and looked back at me. "Damn girl." She sighed. "He's one hot piece of booty. I'm glad I'm letting you date him after I did."
I know this sounds insane and that this totally breaks girl code, but they dated in the FIFTH GRADE. Granted it was for a few months, but FIFTH GRADE. They were children!! Not teenagers!! That doesn't count-right?
Jessie sighed, knowing how much I hated it when Amelia pulled that card. I ignored it as much as I could though.
Then much to our delight, Amelia's boyfriend Jacob and his gang of goons waltzed over to our table. Included in that gang was Danny. My ex. He also happens to be one of Chase's best friends.
But he definitely isn't one of mine.
Jacob grabbed Amelia's face and proceeded to basically eat her face in front of the rest of us. His gang of goons were clearly amused, but our table clearly wasn't.
"Ahem?" I cleared my throat loudly, annoyed by their presence and how he had just ruined lunch.
"Aww you didn't enjoy the show?" Jacob cooed. He disgusted me. He was either the kind of guy who couldn't hurt a fly, or he was more of an asshole than Ruben. It depended on the day I guess.
"Good one, bro!" Justin, Jacob's best friend laughed as they high fived.
"More like I'm disgusted by how you can even ruin eating pizza at lunch, Moore." I scoffed, calling him by his last name to annoy him.
"Ooh she got you there." Danny laughed.
"Shut up, Danny. No one asked you anyways." Jacob barked at him.
I rolled my eyes. Typical, stupid, teenage jocks. I really don't like labeling people, it's a bad habit of mine, but thats the only way you could describe these hooligans.
Standing up, I purposely bumped into all of them on my way to throw out my trash, Jessie gladly following my lead.