Best Friends Whenever Fanfic: Jealous

The Big Choice

"You know what Janet? Freeze me! Please!" Cyd yelled. "Can't you just be happy for me?" Yelled Shelby. "Happy for you?! I have been urging you to stay focused but all you talk about is Drake!" Cyd argued. "Aww babe, you have?" Drake said. "Can it Drake!" Cyd yelled. "Hey! Don't talk to him like that." Shelby protected. Cyd grabbed one of Janet's body guard's batons. The guard tried to get it but stopped when Janet said, "Wait, this is getting interesting. Here Shelby." Janet Smyth handed Shelby a baton for herself. Cyd paused. She was hoping to throw it at the clock, but then a rush of real jealousy and hatred went through her mind. Shelby threw her baton at the clock and hugged Cyd as ashes fled the air. They then jumped back.

"That was so cool! The way you said, 'Janet, freeze me, please!' almost sounded believable! Like we would ever fight!" Shelby congradulated. Noticing Cyd didn't say anything, she paused. "Cyd, why do you still have your baton?" Shelby asked. Cyd had a dark frown on her. "Cyd?" Shelby asked. Cyd looked at the baton she was holding. "Oh, uh.. nothing." Cyd said, unconvincingly. Shelby fell for it and then continued. "It was almost like you meant it!" Shelby said. Cyd smiled, then her smile turned into more of a frown. "You DID mean it, right?" Shelby asked. "I mean, a little. It was a you and me thing then it was a you and Drake thi-" Before Cyd could continue, there was a knock at the door. "It's Drake." The voice behind the door said. Shelby openned the door, not knowing she was ignoring Cyd. Cyd started to leave the room, noticing that Shelby would be too preocupied to even see her. She felt rejected. Then Cyd stopped. A shiny metal knife was unused and on the counter. Cyd went near the knife, wondered if she should grab it. She looked back at Shelby, she was still going googoo for Drake. Cyd sighed and grabbed the knife, then walked up into the bedroom.

There wasn't a mirror in her part of the room so Cyd went near Shelby's mirror. She pulled up her left sleeve of her jacket. She placed the tip of the knife on her arm but didn't put it in herself. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do it. It was a big risk. She took a deep breath.