Everyone in the hall had stopped to stare at her.
I grabbed her hand. "I thought you loved him," I asked.
"I'm mad at him," She said, flinging open her locker angrily.
"Why?"
"He wants to hang out with his friends instead of me tomorrow....We always hang out of Fridays! He completely forgot!"
I looked at her and sighed. That didn't seem like a hate-able offense to me. "You can't go out on Saturday night instead?"
"He works Saturdays," Ellie slammed her lockers, earning the stares once more.
I kneeled down to tie my shoes. "You guys always go out. Maybe he feels like he needs some guy-time."
"So you're on his side."
I rolled my eyes. "Stop it. You're my friend, not him."
Ellie pouted. "I don't like being blown off Kat..."
I sighed. "I KNOW RIGHT." I said, trying to tell her that's how I've been feeling lately. But my comment went completely over her head.
She looked like she might cry, and I linked my fingers through hers. "I'll hate Wyatt too, if you want." I told her. She smiled.
I never got to hate him though, because they'd made up the next hour. The thing was, problems kept pouring in. If Wyatt broke a date with Ellie to hang with some dude named Stan, Ellie would ignore him for 2 days. If Ellie ate with me instead of him, he'd naturally eat with his friends. He'd ignore her calls, she'd ignore his texts. I stopped keeping track of who was mad at who, and why. It was too hard.
Then one December day while I was standing by my locker, something made a loud SLAM. I jumped, and closed the locker door to see a really gorgeous guy standing there.
