the fateful five

chapter five

MARIE ROCKEFELLER

The phrase 'looks could kill' was absolutely true when it came to Brooks Walker.

Brown hair, green eyes, and a perfect pearly white smile made him irresistible.

He was hot and he knew it.

"Can I help you?" he said with a tone.

"Hi, can I just get four Connecticut rolls?"

"Butter and lemon?"

"Yes please."

He didn't even notice me. Thank God! No eye contact, no problem. Everything was going smoothly.

"Alright, total is 115.99."

I pulled out my black card and inserted it into the chip reader, and grabbed the bag of rolls soon after.

"Have a good one!" I said, not wanting to be around him any longer.

"Thanks, you t- Rie?"

Fuck.

"Hi," I said, finally making eye contact with him. "Didn't know you worked here."

"Yeah, I started a couple months ago. How have you been?"

"Good, just getting ready for college."

"What school?"

"UNC. You?"

"South Carolina. Maybe I'll see you around."

"Yeah, maybe," I panted while walking out of the shack.

Walking back to the table, I needed to tell the girls what happened, but they were already shocked themselves.

"Is it just me or were you fully conversing with Brooks Walker for the first time in years?" questioned Penny.

"Guilty," I started handing out lobster rolls and hot butter. "Apparently he's going to South Carolina."

"He's so minuscule," June said.

"There's nothing minuscule about him!" Birdie winked.

"Oh Birdie, just eat your lobster."

*

Later, we hopped in the car and drove to Main Street, which had the cutest shops and cafes. We found the prettiest outfits for dinner after the beach; the boys would be coming along with us too.

Driving back home, we changed into our skimpiest swimwear before heading to our backyard private beach. June and Penny fell asleep reading, but Birdie and I were answering the hard hitting questions.

"So you're telling me that out of all these years being friends with Blake, neither of you have caught feelings once?"

"No, of course not."

"Are you sure?"

"Well...there was this one time, our freshman year of high school. He had a girlfriend and obviously took her to the school dance. I didn't go, it seemed like a stupid idea. I didn't think anything of it. But when I saw the Instagram posts the next day, I just felt so off when I saw her pinning a boutonnière on his jacket lapel. Obviously I wanted him to be happy, but I couldn't help but wish it was me. Throughout high school we stayed friends, however I can't help but think of what we'd be like if we ended up together."

"Has anything happened more recently?"

"Remember the other night when we all stayed at his place?"

"Yeah," she confirmed with a twinkle in her eye.

"It was so fucking cold Birds. Like freezing cold. I got up from his bed to turn up the heat on the thermostat, but I couldn't reach."

"Classic," she smiled. She knew me all too well.

"Right!" I laughed. "And he continued to just peruse through the channels without a care in the world, ignoring me. I went back to bed and layered pillows and blankets around me, and only then he turned up the heat and gave me his sweatshirt."

"He gave you his sweatshirt?!"

"Yeah, the football one with his name on it."

"Shut up. He loves that thing!"

"I know! It gets even better: I turned on Breakfast at Tiffany's, asked him to come lay with me to watch, and we sat there together until we fell asleep."

"Did you guys cuddle?"

"I don't kn-"

"You so did!"

"Maybe my head was on his shoulder...and maybe he was rubbing my back..."

She squealed. "Girl."

"What!"

"He loves you!"

"As a friend!"

"Come on, I see the way he looks at you."

"He looks at me like he would any other girl, Birdie. We've been friends all this time - I doubt it'll turn into something more. I don't like him like that, and neither does he."

"Qué será será," she sang.

Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Qué será será
What will be, will be
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