Frosting

Beat it. No fighting.

London's P.O.V.

I woke up Monday morning to the sound of my alarm. Ugh! I wish it is Saturday. But, it's Monday. Terrible, horrible, no good Monday. I turn off my alarm and fix my light pink bed sheets, along with the hot pink with bubblegum pink dots. I open the doors to my closet and stare at my clothes for a moment, deciding what to wear. I settle on a pair of skinny jean capri overalls and a red shirt to go under. I place my wavy brown hair in a ponytail and then slip on a pair of red sandals. I take my backpack from my desk chair and then walk out of my room. As I eat breakfast, I think about how school will be like today. After everything that happened over spring break, I can only wish today will be a good day. I feel so bad for Charlotte and Zayden. But, at least Charlotte still has her best friend in the whole world, Luca. We all know he has a thing for her and she has a thing for him. But, Zayden...I don't know how he is going to be like. After breakfast, I bid my parents goodbye and head to school. I drive into the parking lot and park in my usual spot. Just a moment later, a red camaro parks in the spot right next to my blue mustang. My car was my mom's, but then she gave it to me when she got her new trailblazer.

"Hey," I say to Paris.

"Happy Monday," she replies and we both laugh. We each get out of our cars. "You heard what happened over spring break?"

"Paris, I was with you on Thursday when you told me everything. Also, Tony told me on Wednesday," I reply.

"Right, sorry I forgot. Charlotte texted me earlier today saying that she is now dating Luca. She told me not to say anything because they were going to tell people today, but you're my best friend," Paris says. See, Charlotte has Luca.

"At least she's okay. What about Zayden?" I ask.

"I haven't heard from him since Wednesday when I asked him if I should make cake pops or butterscotch fudge or both," Paris replies. "So, I don't know what's going to happen. But, I have a bad feeling."

"Just what we need on a Monday," I say sarcastically. Paris just shrugs and then we walk to our first period, Language Arts. We discuss whether or not Icarus' fall was important. I could care less about this subject, but tomorrow we are starting an essay about it, so I have to pay attention. The bell rang soon enough and we are finally released from the boring lesson. Paris and I split ways as we each head to our own second period. Mine is Art, while she has the dreadful Gym.

Paris' P.O. V.

Who cares about Icarus falling from the sky. He fell because he didn't listen to his father's warnings. Besides, no one noticed that he died. Also, it happened hundreds of years ago. So, no, I don't think it's really important. I walk into the girls locker room and walk over to where my gym locker is located. I place my backpack on the ground and open my locker. After changing into a my gym uniform (a pair of blue cotton mid thigh shorts and a gray T-shirt with the school's name in blue letters) and my gym shoes, I walk out to the gym (the indoor basket ball court). It's pretty big. The bleachers are closed, like they normally are for class. There are only a few students out here so far. I spot Zayden in his uniform (blue basket ball shorts and the same shirt as mine). He's with Nick and they're arguing. I see then get up in each other's faces. I've seen that look on Zayden's face before and it meant that someone had two seconds to stop him before he punches someone in the face. And in this case, that 'someone' is Nick. I know it's risky, because the both easily tower me, but I walk over to them.

"Hey, guys," I say. They both concentrate on glaring at each other.

"Stay out of this, Paris," Nick says. There is anger in his tone.

I notice Zayden clench and unclench his fists. I look at Zayden. "He's not worth it," I say. Nick clenched and unclenched his fists.

"Paris," Zayden says.

"Stay out of it. I don't think you want to get hurt," Nick says.

"No, Nick. Don't you think you've done enough? Quit trying to be the tough guy you think you are," I reply to Nick. He turns his glare to me. They are both scary like this. They are both built with muscles and are taller than me. Why did I do this? Right, 'cause I'm a good friend. Zayden, you owe me big time after this if everything goes right. "Both of you know that fighting isn't going to make anything better." They both glare at each other are are silent. Finally, Nick rolls his eyes and walks away. I let out a huge breath I didn't know I was holding. Zayden follows Nick with his eyes. We are both silent.

"Thanks," Zayden says, letting his scowl turn into a small smile. I return it. "By the way, why were you hold you breath?"

He noticed I let out a huge breath after Nick left. "Because, if Nick didn't walk away and you guys started fighting, I would have ended up in the middle of a fight. Also, I was scared Nick was going to end up punching me in the face," I let out a small laugh as we walk to our normal spot in role call for stretches. He sits behind me.

"But, I would have so won that fight," Zayden says.

I roll my eyes. "Uh-huh." Really, there was no telling who was going to win that fight. It was pretty much a fifty-fifty chance. I notice a two familiar faces walk up to us from different directions. One is Zoe, one of my close friends. The other is Oliver. Cool, Oliver has gym with us. Zoe reaches us first and then Oliver.

"Hey, guys, this is..."

"Hey, Oliver," I cut Zayden off.

"Hey, Paris," Oliver replies.

"You guys know each other?" Zayden asks.

"Yeah," Oliver replies.

"His mom is friends with my aunt Angela, so I met him on Saturday at the wedding," I add.

"Wow, it really is a small world," Zoe smiles. "I'm Zoe."

"I'm Oliver," Oliver introduces. "Zayden, you finally have a female friend not named after a place." Zayden laughs, while Zoe and I give him a questioning look. "You know, Paris, France, Brooklyn in NY, London, England." So he knows about London. Zoe and I smile. The coach comes out and blows his whistle. Everyone gets into their spots and we start stretches. Today's lesson for our class was gymnastics. Zoe and I laughed as we watch the boys fail extremely at doing cartwheels. It was all sorts funny. Zayden and Oliver walked over to us, as they rub a hand on the back of their neck.

"I'd like to see you girls do better," Oliver says.

"Pa-lease," Zoe says. Then, she does a perfect cartwheel in front of us. "How was that?"

"That was okay," I reply with a smile.

"And you can do better?" Zoe asks.

"Step aside, chica," I say. Then, I do a one handed cartwheel. "You have to remember that I did take gymnastics for three years." I took gymnastics from when I was 10-13. We all laugh. Then, Nick walks up to us.