The Weight of The Moon

Chapter Eight

Peyton's POV

Let me make one thing clear - no one messes with my best friend.

No matter how cute he is.

And that is why I suggested it.

“Why don’t we follow him?” I asked Selena, once she had told me all about this Brandi chick.

And she agreed. Well, by ‘agreed’, I mean I decided we were going to do it. So we did.

When I met Selena after school, I was way more than excited. I’d watched spy films before, and was certain I knew what I was doing. Boy, was I wrong.

I turned up in skinny black leggings, a black top, and knee-high heeled boots. It’s what all the spies wear in the movies, OK? 

“We’re supposed to blend in.” Selena hissed when we met up. I looked her up and down. She was wearing jeans and a band shirt, with her favourite pair of sneakers. Yawn. 

We squabbled for a little while, but we probably sounded something like a failing acapella group from the eighties. And that wasn’t exactly what I would call ‘blending in’.

I agreed to put my jacket on, in hopes that I’d look more natural, but I didn’t work it. Natural isn’t my style. 

Firstly, we decided to go to the old bookstore. Selena insisted that he’d be there, and I hoped she was right. I hated the bookstore. Selena always wanted to do work, and the guy  upstairs always put too much sugar in my coffee. The place, well, it had no umph about it whatsoever, and I’d never seen any cute guys, which was why I was so sceptical about the cuteness of Selena’s guy. At least if she was right, Marlie would always be there already and we wouldn’t have to stay much longer. I had my fingers crossed. 

When we got there, Selena greeted the old shop owner, and offered him her assistance. I rolled my eyes. Typical Selena, always trying to help.

“Ooh, would the two of you be dears and take these to the back for me?” Mr. Kirsch asked, handing us each a colossal mountain of books, coated with a disgustingly think layer of dust. 

I sighed inwardly, knowing that if Selena heard me, she’d start an hour-long rant about how we need to help the elderly. And I’m all for that, but Mr. Kirsch has his own army of staff to help him out. 

As I followed Selena to the back, hurrying to prevent her from speeding out of my sights, for I didn’t know the store as well as her. 

“So where abouts will he be?” I whispered towards her, for I didn’t want Marlie to overhear us, should he be there. 

I witnessed Selena shrug in front of me. “I first saw him around here, but he could always be upstairs.” 

My best friend continued to weave in between book shelves, and thankfully, she was taking the long way around. In doing this, we could figure out which floor Marlie was on, if he was even in the store at all. 

We reached the back, without any sightings, and I was confused as to whether I should be glad or disappointed about that.

Instead, we headed upstairs. 

Selena gasped once we reached the top of the staircase, which caused me to panic slightly. I followed her gaze, and it landed directly on a boy, who was sat on what I recognized as Selena’s favourite sofa. And judging by the look on her face, this was Marlie. 

In an unspoken agreement, we slid onto a sofa at the other side of the room, in an attempt to appear more natural looking. Thankfully, Marlie was so engrossed in his book, he hadn’t noticed us. It was times like these I thanked the heavens for book geeks. 

From here I could get a better look at the fool who broke my best friend’s heart. From that moment on, I understood why Selena was so drastically attracted to him. 

His sandy-brown hair flopped in front of his deep brown eyes, and his face’s bone structure was strong, but not too strong, and therefore perfect. Even while he was sat down, I could tell he was tall, and…

And then he stood up.

And started walking down the stairs.

And he still hadn’t seen us yet.

So what did we do?

We followed him, of course.

We kept a slight distance, just enough to be able to follow him and shadowed him out of the store.

He walked down the street, occasionally stopping to look at a pair of jeans of something in a shop window. Slightly boring really.

That’s when I wondered why we were doing this. What were we going to achieve? Was it even possible to not get caught? By not forgetting about him, was I hurting Selena even more?

“I think we should go back, Selena.” I blurted out, rather loudly.

“Wait, what?” She whispered. 

“This-this isn’t right. He’s just a guy!” 

I said that too loud. 

People in the streets turned their heads to look at what was going on.

Including Marlie.

Ooops…

Cover blown.

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OK, I know this chapter isn't very good, but it's more of a filler. I decided I needed to describe some of the characters a little more, and the only alternative was going back and re-writing, which means some of you probably wouldn't look back to see the changes. Anyway, sorry for this chapter, but expect BIG things in the next one. 

Also, I'd love for you to comment with what you think might happen, or what you think so far

:)

This chapter is dedicated to my friend, KeeshaGoodall,  who sort-of inspired this chapter. She described what she thought my characters looked like, and it was a little different to my thoughts, making me realise I needed more character description. I also used some of her ingenious descriptions. Thankyouuuuuu KeKe <3 <3 <3 <3 <3