The Triple Threat

Triple Drama

**Hola mis amigos!! Lo siento (I'm sorry!!) for taking so long, but I have experienced the longest bout of writers block in my life, hopefully it won't happen anymore. Good news though, I'm gonna start moving this story along more because I have A LOT planned for it. So as old secrets disappear, new ones will arise. Hope you like it!!**

*This chapter is dedicated to Mona-Mae, she's a great author and she gave me some great words of encouragement about my writing!!*

Chapter Twelve..............................Triple Drama

Drama.

I HATE drama.

Considering I don't like to use the word 'hate', drama is real high up on the list of shit I don't like. In fact, it's right next to medicine and guns. I mean, who DOES like medicine -besides potheads and other druggies, but we all know that's kind of a different story- it's all freaking disgusting. I don't care if the wrapper does say 'Bubble Gum Flavor', that shit don't taste like any gum I chew, and the pills, don't even get me started. Studies show that hotdogs are the number one things that people choke on but I think that's a bunch of bull. For one, they should say, 'hot dog shaped objects' because I'm sure we all know those aren't the only wieners people choke on, and secondly, pills should be number one, those things are deadly and medicine companies are making them bigger and bigger. Now guns are just the root of evil, plain and simple. Ooh, now I have chills just thinking about them, they bring back seriously bad memories.

Anyways, back to drama. I began my rant about the subject because I'm pissed that one of the things I hate most is invading my life. Now do you understand why I don't like not knowing things? It just leads to drama and heartache. If you haven't figured out what I'm talking about yet I'll go ahead and tell you in one word, Jaz.

It's been two days since I found out she lied to me. I haven't said anything to her about it though, I was hoping she would fess up but that doesn't look like it's gonna happen. Brooke has been badgering me nonstop about confronting her, which surprises me because I would have thought she would be pleading for me NOT to go after her best friend. Even though Jaz lied to me, and it makes sense that Brooke should want me to go after Jaz and demand an explanation, it's Jaz and Brooke we're talking about here people! They may argue like a couple on the brink of a divorce, but these two have been best friends since they were little, which is way before I became their friend.

It's been really tense around them during the past few days. After me and the guys left the gym, we headed back to my house and chilled in the basement until Jaz and Brooke came over after school. The Triple Threat left almost as soon as the girls pulled up, not that I minded, that way I wouldn't have to worry about even more tension. When the boys left, I made sure not to let the conversation drift back to them. Jaz handed me the homework that she took the liberty of picking up for me from all of my classes. And that's pretty much when the tense atmosphere became permanent. Normally, Brooke would be the one to do thoughtful things like that, but when I looked at her to ask why she didn't do it, she just rolled her eyes and stomped off to the kitchen. Ever since then, Jaz and Brooke haven't been talking to each other, Jaz has been sucking up to me, and Brooke talks to me, but it's like her playful side went on vacation and left me with serious, brooding Brooke.

My parents didn't stay overnight in the city like they thought they would have to, and I was actually relieved because I knew Jaz and Brooke would want to stay the night if they knew I would have been home by myself. In fact, my parents have been home every night this week, which is unusual but I would probably appreciate it more if I knew they weren't hiding things from me. It's been tense between us as well, when they get home, they greet me, eat what I cooked, and then retire to their room. Oddly, I don't have a problem with it, as long as they plan to keep things from me, I could care less if they spoke actual words to me. I know that seems harsh, and don't get me wrong, I still love my parents, but they are really irking my nerves.