Hopefully » Lucas Friar [1]

"We want pizza...not your opinion."(Chp. 12)

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"No way, the street bitch is here." Maya's cold voice said, as if we couldn't hear her.

"Oh, and her little dog, too." Smackle tried to be funny.

"Ugh, Smackle." Maya rolled her eyes. "Can you, like, not embarrass me?"

"Yeah," Missy snickered, "plus, Maya likes me more than you."

"Shut up, Missy." Maya growled again.

"Maya Penelope Hart, I absolutely hate you." I said calmly.

Missy and Smackle began to laugh in horrible, witch–like cackles.

"Penelope?!" Missy asked, between laughs.

"Oh, Missy." I sighed. "Missy Petunia Bradford."

"Petunia?!" Smackle laughed.

"Please, that's nothing." I shook my head. "Isadora Fifi Smackle."

"Fifi?!" Maya and Missy laughed.

"Oh, whatever." Smackle took a sip from her vanilla bean frappuccino. I don't know how she was drinking that in this cold. "It's not like you don't have an embarrassing middle name."

"Amber Elizabeth Carson." I heard his voice say. I turned.

"Lucas." I whispered.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, setting three drinks down. Maya took a pink one, and sipped it happily.

"I–I came w–with Riley." I looked at my shoes.

"Oh," Lucas took a drink from his order. "Have you gotten anything yet?"

Just then, someone shouted my best friend's name. "Riley!"

"Oh, I'll get it." I piped up. I walked over to the counter.

The person who was there handed me my drink. He looked about my age, maybe two or three months older.

He had soft–looking, sort of curly, kinda long, brown hair. His blue eyes were soft, his smile warm.

And his name tag read "Charlie".

"Hi, my name is Charlie and there are your drinks." He smiled.

"I can see that." I grabbed the two drinks. "I'm Amber. Amber Carson."

"Well, Amber Carson," Charlie said, "I'm Charlie. Charlie Gardener."

I laughed. "Are you mocking me?"

"Maybe I am." Charlie laughed with me. "Maybe I'm not."

"My best friend is Riley," I said, "Riley Matthews."

"What?" Charlie's eyes widened. "She was my old crush. I moved on, though."

"Oh." I looked at my shoes. "See you around, Charlie Gardener."

"Yeah." Charlie smiled. "See ya around, or later. Uh, if you want."

"Y'know," I looked at him, "if you wanted to hang out you could've asked."

"So, maybe four–thirty?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah," I smiled. "I'd like that."

"Cool. At the beach, by the pier." Charlie said before calling another name. "Lucy!"

"Bye, see you later." I turned and walked back to Riley.

"You were not just talking to Charlie fucking Gardener." Riley glared.