Frosting

Spring Break: Part 1

Paris' P.O.V.

It's just thirty seconds before that last bell rings. We all know what that last bell means. Spring break starts...wait for it...hold on...just wait...

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Now!

The halls soon flood with students and I'm lucky to make it out of the classroom alive. Now, I just have to survive getting to my locker. I'm Paris, Paris Cook. I guess my last name is pretty on point, considering I love to cook. I love cooking and baking. It's my talent. My mom always says that everyone has a talent, and that's mine. I reach locker 367; my locker. Then, a girl my age approaches me. My bestest friend in the whole wide world, London Santiago. People say we look like sisters, but we don't see it. Even though we both have brown hair, mine is darker. We both have tan skin, but she has a slightly darker shade. We both have brown eyes, but she has light brown while I have dark brown. Point is, we don't look like sisters. London's whole outfit was designed by herself. From the white cropped sweater she knitted, to the black tank top underneath it, to the high waisted black skirt. That's London for you. She practically designed everything in her closet.

"Hey, have I mentioned how much I love you cardigan?" London smiles.

"Only like a million times today. And I told you I got it from the best designer best friend anyone can have," I return the smile. I'm wearing the cardigan she designed for me a couple of months ago. I love it, 'cause it's awesome. We both giggle. We close our lockers (hers is right next to mine) at the same time, after we have put our text books in there.

"I know," she replies. "So, what are you doing over spring break?"

"Not much. Though, next weekend, before we get back to school, I have to bake the desserts for my tío's (uncle's) and new tía's (aunt's) wedding," I answer.

"Cool."

"Yeah. I have to bake it Friday night, 'cause the wedding starts at ten in the morning on Saturday," I add. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing much, just designing and shopping for more fabric," she replies. "So, the basic stuff really." We both let out a short laugh.

"Hey," Zayden says as he and two other guys join us on our way to the parking lot. Zayden, Antonio (aka Tony), and Wyatt are all really good friends. They are also our friends.

"Hey," I reply.

"Where's Brooklyn?" Wyatt asks.

"Shouldn't you know? She is your girlfriend," London asks with a smile. When Wyatt doesn't answer and just blushes, she decides to answer his question. "She went home early since she and her family are going on a cruise."

"So, what are you guys doing over spring break?" I ask.

"We are all going camping," Tony replies.

"An old friend of ours from fifth grade just moved back here, so we are all going camping," Zayden adds. We all met in sixth grade, so I don't know what friend they are talking about.

"Cool," I say. I didn't really think it was cool, but that's just what I say.

"So, you are going to sleep outside on the ground, with no cell service and you have to cook raw meat over a fire and there is going to be a lot of bugs?" London asks. That's why I don't think it's cool. I like cooked meals on a stove, my nice warm bed, and my phone. I also hate bug bites and am extremely terrified of spiders.

"Yeah pretty much," Tony replies as we reach the parking lot.

"Boys," London and I say in unison.

We say our goodbyes and each walk to our own cars.

........

Today is Wednesday. Our fifth day of spring break, if you count the weekend. I brush the red nail polish on to my pinkie finger and then skip a finger to paint middle finger's nail. In the end all my nails are painted red, except for the ring finger's nail. That one is painted white. I'm putting on the clear code when my phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer.

"I just got dumped," I hear one of my close friend's, Charlotte's, voice say. It sounds like she's crying.

"What?" I ask getting up from my seat on the back porch.

"You know my boyfriend, Nick. Well, I found out that he was cheating on me with Vicky."

"Wait, Zayden's girlfriend, Vicky?"

"Ex. Zayden broken up with her when he found out Monday. And then, Nick dumped me after I found out," I hear her sob.

"Oh, Charlotte. Listen to me. You'll be okay. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Nick is a jerk face."

"Yeah, and so is Vicky."

"Yeah. See, people like that will come to realize their mistakes in the future. Nick will realize that he has lost something amazing. Trust me, it's going to hit him in the face hard. Just as hard like the time when we played softball in gym and I hit the ball and it hit Jaxson in the nuts," that got her laugh. "See, you can laugh. So stop crying and get over it. You're strong, literally because it hurt when you punched my in the arm the other day," she laughed again.

"Thanks, Paris. How did you get over it?" Charlotte asks. Back in freshmen year I had a boyfriend. I found out he cheated on me and I dumped his sorry butt.

"I pulled myself together and told myself that my prince charming is out there. I believe in that and forgot about him," I reply.

"Thanks. You're the best. Talk to you later."

"Bye," I hang up and sit back down to paint the top coat.

Zayden's P.O.V.

The third day of our camping trip (Wednesday). It wasn't like Oliver Campbell was a complete stranger to us, since we all kept in contact. At this point I could honestly careless about when I dumped Vicky Monday. But, Nick and I were friends. Were. Bros don't do that to each others. I did notice that Vicky was kind of distant recently, so my feelings for her shrank to nothing. I walk out of my tent after putting my water bottle away to join the guys. I walk over to Oliver and Wyatt as the sat on a log next to the fire place, which only contained burned sticks from last night's fires.

"So, she is your girlfriend?" Oliver asks Wyatt, pointing down at Wyatt's phone screen. I sit next to them and see a photo on Wyatt's phone. It was of him, me, Brooklyn, and Paris. It was when they dragged us shoe shopping at the mall. Oliver points at Brooklyn with her eyes crossed and her tongue's sticking out. I see Paris winking with her tongue out as well. Wyatt and I are just smiling. I have that same picture on my phone.

"Yeah. Her name is Brooklyn," Wyatt replies.

"And who is she? Is that Vicky?" Oliver asks pointing to Paris. I almost laugh.

"No. That's Paris," I reply.

"So, you dated both Paris and Vicky?" Oliver asks. Wyatt starts laughing.

"No. I dated Vicky. Paris and I are just friends," I reply. Paris and I have always been just friends. I did have a minor crush on her in eighth grade, but I didn't think she felt the same way so I got over it.

Oliver laughs. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were dating her too. Well, I mean at a different time you were dating Vicky. I don't think you would cheat on a girl."

I laugh too. Tony comes out of his tent to see us all laughing.

"Hola. What did I miss?" Tony asks.

"Oliver thought Paris and Zayden dated," Wyatt spills out. Tony gives a short laugh.

"Well, Oliver, mi amigo, you wouldn't be the first and you certainly aren't the last," Tony replies.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"Nothing. Now come on, let's get to cleaning up and head to getting home," Wyatt replies.

We clean up camp and load everything to the back of my truck. Soon, we are on our way back. As soon as we reach cell service, Tony's phone goes off five times.