Princesa

3

"No I promise you guys, the guy looks like Tate from American Horror Story!!" Freya whined, trying to convince Willow and I that this guy she's been texting from the town over looks like Tate. And when I say texting, I mean sending nudes.

Freya is a little strange, well not really, just when it comes to guys. She really is gorgeous but she's always been more confident online or through texts, so tends to only have relationships on there too. I can't count the number of times I've received her nudes with parts of her covered by a deviled face emoji, asking me if it's hot enough for her new guy.

"So did you see Tate's dick too" I teased, sitting down at a table where Mason, Amelia, Harley and Noah were sat.

"Who's Tate?" Harley asked I burst out laughing, turning to see Freya go bright red.

"He's from American Horror Story," Noah said, speaking for the first time since I sat down.

Amelia's eyes went wide, "Oh my god, how did you see his dick? Is there a picture?"

"Babe!" Mason scolded, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"What? It doesn't hurt to look" She smiled innocently.

"It does if your Mason, he's got a tiny dick"

"We're identical twins mate," Mason said, and as if realisation hit Harley like a kick in the balls, his eyes widened.

"We have the same size dick?" He sounded shocked, which made me and the rest of the girls laugh.

Looking over to Noah, I noticed his facial expression had dropped since I got here. "Are you okay?" I asked him in the midst of everyone's laughter.

He looked up from the table into my eyes, locking eye contact for about twenty seconds before he got up and left without another word.

"Where's he going?" Willow frowned at me from across the table, where she was basically sitting on Harley's lap.

"I don't know, he zoned out and then got up and left" I started picking at my nail polish as my friends all exchanged looks with each other.

Harley cleared his throat and spoke, "He's probably just worried about this fight that's happening on Saturday, it's a big one."

Before any of us could answer, I felt somebody's grip on my upper arm, making me stand up and turn around,

"Qué chingados?! (what the fuck?!)" I raised my voice, only to shut up completely when I turned around to be met with Noah's face only centimetres from mine.

"What are you doing? Get off of me" I tried to sound intimidating but compared to Noah, I was nothing close to intimidating.

"I wanna chat" He seemed mad, at what, I have no clue, but I was sure as hell about to find out, as he continued to hold me, only this time his arm was around my shoulders, to make it look friendlier.

Once we were outside, he walked over to the school's apple tree and lightly pushed my back against it. He stood so close to me that when he spoke, his cool minty breath fanned my face.

"Don't come."

"What?" I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in when he looked away from me.

"To the fight," His eyes met mine again.

Ah, of course, his big fight. It's all our little group have been talking about since after English Lit yesterday, and it turns out Willow called my mother without me knowing to ask if it was alright if I stayed at her house all weekend with her and Freya as their parents are away, and my mother agreed and said that I was 'needing a break' anyway. Curse my mama for being so good to me.