"We've been friends since we were kids. Went to the same daycare, then the same school, celebrated birthdays, had sleepovers, shared secrets, and then this jerk, Honey Vivienne Florence, decided to move to Canada."
"I don't get how Honey fits into this?" I looked at her with surprise.
"She played the most important and decisive role! Darling Honey was in the cheerleading squad. When she left, there was an open spot in the team."
"Ohhh... I see..."
"Irene and I always joked about our cheerleader squad being airheads who only cared about football players and colorful pom-poms. It helped us feel better about not being the most popular girls in school. But then one day, Irene walked into class wearing her cheerleader uniform. I was beyond shocked, even made a little joke about her, like, 'It's not Halloween yet to dress up as a flirty cheerleader.' She looked annoyed when I said that. Irene assured me it was her mom's idea, who used to be a cheerleader herself. You see, we started talking less and less because of her practices, our conversations annoyed her more and more, then she just unfollowed me on all social media: nowadays, that's like an official breakup. And you know what's the most annoying part? She lied to me about her mom!"
"What do you mean?"
"Her mom never forced her to join the squad, she was never a cheerleader herself. Irene's mom told my mom at yoga, and my mom blurted it out to my dad, and he..."
"Blurted it out to you..."
"Yeah... that's the story."
"I guess I should thank this Honey, if it for her moving away, I would have never become friends with you," I sincerely said, stealing glances at Bianca. She coyly settled on a bench. Her eyes looked sad. She seemed to be with those girls only physically, her mind was elsewhere.
"Awwww, you are making me blush!" Ishani playfully nudged me with her elbow. "You're right! And it's good she left, probably because her name is so stupid!"
"Exactly! What sane parent names their kid after food. It's like naming them Sausage Smith."
"What about Chocolate Davidson!"
"Even better, French Fry Warren Junior!"
I knew what we were saying wasn't nice and you shouldn't laugh at other people's names, but I felt on top of the world, I felt needed and cool even in the company of invisibles.
"Forget about them all! Irene, and Honey, and all those show-offs!"
"For sure!" I was happy. On the very first day, I found a friend right away, and after classes, we would go to the mall together. I was ready to indulge in any mean conversation. Soaking in Ishani's personal grievances, I felt like I would get closer to her, become her shoulder to cry on, and after that, we'd definitely be bbf.
The athletes approached the cheerleader squad, one of them was the big buff guy I had seen before. All the girls, except Bianca, started smiling and giggling loudly. Her expression reminded somewhat dreamy, distant. He tried to put his hand on her shoulder, she playfully shrugged it off and laughed, although her eyes looked even sadder. It was uncomfortable to watch, so I turned away. The bell rang. The big break was over. Everyone went back into the school building in a noisy crowd, leaving the warm and welcoming courtyard behind.
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