-Angelina's POV-
I called Alex to see if she wanted to meet me at Starbucks, obviously she agreed so we met there. she smiled as greeting and we got our coffee.
"You don't still play GTA IV anymore do you?" She asked after a minute.
"Whenever I have time. I get busy with college obviously." I responded.
She went on a rant about something, which I tried to remain interested in but my phone kept buzzing incessantly. I snuck a peek.
It was Marcus, he was in my second class on Fridays and we recently started hooking up. Not sexually but I guess I could say we are dating.
And not to mention he's also really hot. I ignored it and listened to Alex's story about her roommate who has hella pets, that don't count as pets in their dorm room. They aren't allowed dogs or cats or anything.
I nodded blankly but I was only curious with what Marcus had to say. I sighed and stood up.
Alex looked up startled.
"Sorry, I need to use the restroom really quick." I lied.
"Oh OK, want me to come with you?" She asked.
"No I'm good."
I stood up and smiled at her, sped walk to the restroom and read the texts:
Marcus: Why aren't you on XBox
What's wrong
You mad or nah
Fine ignore me
I rolled my eyes and shot him a text message;
I'm not home you dick. I'll get on later.
Marcus: You're gonna have to get on this dick for me to forgive you
Me: OK see you tonight.
-Alex's POV-
I tapped my foot and waited for Angel to get back. When she did, she looked smug as hell.
"Well hello smug ass." I said.
"I'm not smug." She said.
"Uh huh. Anyways, Eternity wants the squad together." I said.
"Of course she does. She doesn't like conflict like this." She frowned slightly.
"She just doesn't want to be alone." I rolled my eyes. "It's obvious that Kiki doesn't want to, because she won't even respond to it."
"Don't worry about what Kiki thinks. What do you want?"
"Dude. Our falling out was so bad. I will never trust you again. Neither do I really want to look at your face." I growled.
"Right back to you. But the thing is, is we are stuck with each other again. So we might as well just be civil." She stood up.
"We can't be friends again. Shit hit the fan!" I said outraged.
"No shit! But shit hits the fan with us all the time. There's progress. That's all we can hope for."
Then she was gone.
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The Art of Love and War
Misteri / ThrillerThere was a group of friends, perfectly inseparable. Until tenth grade. If you ask them, they'll say they had a falling out, but how bad would the falling out have to be for people so close to be ripped apart ? But they were brought together, unfort...
