From the incredibly hilarious, to the heart breaking sadness. This is the story of four high school friends and their walks of life. Follow these teens through this comidically dramatic series
Posters were everywhere about the dance coming up, and I felt kind of guilty for wanting to go. I had two guys to chose from and I wanted both, I felt like I was in a Hannah Montana episode. Getting the best of both worlds.
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But I knew that this love triangle wouldn't stay up forever, but I couldn't bring myself to tare it down. This years theme was a night under the stars, cliche I know. But I still wanted to go.
"Ya know, they say you can find your true love under a shooting star." I whipped my head around to see it was none other than Cece talking. I rolled my eyes. "Well luckily you have two of them." She smiled evilly.
"Whatever, Cece. I know you have the pic, I'm just surprised you haven't spilled the beans." I folded my arms and faced her.
"Oh you see, I know evil and I also know that the fun isn't within the exposure, its within the blackmail." She smiled and dug into her bag and flashed the Polaroid photo of Matt and I.
"You listen- " I tried making a grab at it but she yanked her hand away.
"No you listen, I want you to do me a bit of a... favor.''
I folded my arms at her cause she obviously must be stupid if she think I'm going to do her a favor. "Why would I do that?"
"Well if you don't I'm going to have to show our friend John, this picture." She smiled. She smiled yet my heart was beating so fast I swore it would've burst through my chest. I was having a mini panic attack, as I imagined Johns hurt look as I broke his heart. And yet she stood here smiling.
"Looks like I've got your attention now." She said. I put my eyes in the air because I wasn't strong enough to look into her eyes. As black and as soulless as they may be. She continued. "I need you to print and plaster all of the copies of this around STEM high." She reached into her bag and pulled out a small version of a painting.
"What's this?" I snatched it from her.
"Just some art." She smiled. I looked at the paper and saw that it was a painting of my three friends and I, it also had a huge penis sloppily drawn into the mouth of Khari.
"Who the fuck made this?" I said outraged at the vandalism on my best friends face.
"Khari did the painting, and the penis was none other than me, the true Picasso." She said flattering herself.
"I couldn't do that to him, he's my best friend. This could ruin his chance at BSTA." I said almost pleading with her.
"Well then I guess you should go looking for another best friend. Its either I blab or you hang that up." She turned on her heel and started to walk away turning around for a second.
"Remember, I own you." She turned and strided off. I began to ball up the picture. I could never even think of doing that to a friend, let alone Khari. We had been friends for five years, was I willing to throw that all away? I uncrumpled the photo looking at the four of us in the painting, we looked so happy and young, almost vibrant. I looked at the huge graffiti penis drawn in the direction of Khari's smile. I thought of the BSTA people seeing this and tossing his application. Then I saw the image of John getting angry at me for kissing Matt. And the fact that I had kept it a secret for this long would crush him. I saw myself without John and it made me mad. So Khari gets to leave us and get his chance, but what about my chance with John? I stuffed the photo in my bag.
