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THE SHOW MUST GO ON
It was finally the weekend, and I was bored out of my fucking mind.
On Thursday Scott had come home with a bag of board games he'd went out and bought, which I conveniently misplaced long after he went to bed for the night.
What I truly needed was some action, nothing this one-horse town was good enough to offer. If I were in L.A., I would've ditched school and hung out with the boys until it was time to hit the streets for the night. Here, there was none of that, not even a phone call from back home.
Not that my mother hadn't called all week, trying to get a hold of me. Wednesday she'd smartened up and called Scott, and he tried to force me to talk to her. Wasn't happening.
At school, I tried playing Where's Waldo whenever it was time for lunch. Yet no matter where I sat, Cameron would find me. Some days she'd bring Harmony, others it was just us. Harmony wasn't so bad, even if she were ditsy.
Today Cameron found me towards the very crowded back. Not even the hefty football players were enough to shield me.
Lovely.
"Hey Saylor," Cameron greeted me with a peppy smile.
Was she always happy?
"Afternoon," I replied as I poked at a leaf of lettuce. Scott had actually listened when I complained about how awful the school food was and brought me a salad from Marty's home the previous evening.
He wasn't so bad.
A girl walked by our table, offering me a smile and a little wave as she did. I recognized her from one of my morning classes, I just wasn't sure which—
An elbow lodged into my side and I realized Cameron had nudged me.
She was shooting me a look of disapproval.
"What?" I asked.
"That's Tabitha," she informed me before lowering her voice to add, "she's Dreux's ex."
I looked around for where Tabitha had gone off too, finding her taking a seat at one of the tables occupied by the athletes.
I think she was biracial, her features were a perfect blend of Black and White, coalescing with her obvious beauty. Her long wavy hair was up in a ponytail, and her olive complexion seemed to make her radiate. She was smiling with some guy, a closer look found him to be bigger than Dreux, but not as good-looking—I guess Dreux was good-looking.
"What? She break his heart or something?" I asked. "That's what he gets for dating a girl named after a witch."
Cameron frowned, her distaste for Tabitha displayed across her face. "Yeah, she's a witch all right. In a way, she did break his heart." She peered down at her pepperoni stuffed breadstick. "That guy she is with is totally the guy she two-timed Dreux with. Some girls can't appreciate the good guys. I guess it makes me love and value Aidan even more."
