Tumbler Queens

Likes and Kisses

Rachel POV

"Ray. Sweetie. It's time to get up." My mom shook me awake.

"You'll be late. Ama is down stairs waiting for you."

I shot up.

Why the crap is Ama here?!

"Come down soon. Eggs are waiting."

I jumped out of bed and threw on a Nike shirt and denim shorts. I tied my Converse and grabbed my bag.

I'm missing something.

*Buzz Buzz*

"My phone!" I picked up my phone to see the text that was sent to me.

💙Ama💙: If you're not down here soon, I'm going to eat your eggs.

I ran down stairs and Ama was in a seat with eggs in front of her.

"THOSE ARE MINE!" I shouted running towards her.

"Rachel! Be quiet! Your dad has a headache!" Mom scolded.

"Sorry. Why are you here?" I asked

"To pick you up. Last night was a pretty awesome night. We did pretty well. Of course, Jordan didn't think so." Ama said.

We finished our breakfast, and we headed out the door to go to school.

The bus ride is the same. Ama and I talked about cheer and how much better we could've done if some of the girls did better.

The best came to a halt and we leapt off the bus.

Ama's locker was close to mine, so we could Carry on our conversation much longer.

"Did you see the way Hayden looked at you last night?" I asked.

Something is going on between those two. She may not admit it. But I think she likes him. And he likes her.

"Hayden does not like me. If that's what you mean." Ama said closing her locker.

"Oh he does too. The way he looks at you. The way he talks to you. Oh wait he can't talk. But that would make it so much easier to communicate."

"He only sees me as a friend. Nothing more. And the 'way he looks at me' is not true. He looks at everyone like that."

Yeah...uh huh.... Keep the excuse is coming, Girlie.

"Well he doesn't look at me like that. Oh my goodness. Speaking of the devil." There was Hayden walking down the hallway to his locker.

Ama tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear

"You like him, boo!" I wiggled my eye brows.

"What? No."

We sat down at our class and Ama took out her notes.

Girl...stop lying.

Ama POV

Why? Why was she bothering me about this? Yeah. I may have liked him a bit. But I don't know any more. What should I do? Do I like Hayden-