"But then she was all like 'he's clearly gay' and I was like 'shut up Tiff, just because he dresses nice doesn't mean he's gay'. Which is totally true. Since when did dressing like a slob correlate with heterosexuality, ya know?" my bestfriend Macy rambled as we fanned ourselves with pamphlets.
"Uh huh," I mumbled half heartedly since I was barely listening, due to the fact that I was trying not to die of heat stroke.
"Well turned out he was gay!" Macy exclaimed. "I know right! I saw him making out with Blake Smith at Alex's party. Flicking Blake Smith! I swear he hooks up with anybody with a pulse, no gender discriminating there." she said rolling her eyes and taking a long sip of her lemonade.
I looked around at all of the booths, mentally eeny meeny miney moeing, trying to decide which table I wanted to head to next.
Before I could catch a tiger by the toe, Macy dragged me by my arm, squealing something about retail and discounts.
I pulled my visor off, wiping away the sweat that had congealed on my forehead and waited until Macy was done signing both of our names and numbers on the sheets.
"This is literally child abuse." she groaned handing me a pamphlet for Sally's Hip Teens Shoppe. "I get that they want us to be productive and get jobs or whatever but why make it mandatory? There's like some law against this."
"It's not mandatory to get a job," I mumbled. "It's just mandatory to be at the job fair."
"In this heat?" she asked dramatically. "This is capital punishment."
"Better this than physics." I reasoned pulling at the short red hair sticking to my neck.
"Enna," she squealed pointing in a far corner. "There's Carter, let's go see if he's still not over me."
She tugged on my arm, something I'd gotten used to in our 8 years of friendship.
I didn't really like to be the center of attention, or talk even. Macy, on the other hand, was the opposite. She was talkative and outgoing and spoke enough for the both of us. Most people in Roosevelt High addressed me as 'Macy's bestfriend' because she always insisted that I went everywhere she went.
I didn't really mind because without her I would have been left to my own devices. My mom thought it was good, that Macy did my "socializing" for me. That way I could focus on my studies without becoming a complete recluse.
"I was just telling Enna about how wild Alex's party was last week." Macy said, twirling her jet black hair on her fingers. "Did you go? I totally didn't see you there. Just so many wild things were going on, ya know?"
"Naw," Carter said crossing his arms, biceps flexing. "I went down to the Keys with my dad, the waves were sick."
Macy and Carter had had this odd back and forth going for the past few couple of years. They would date and be all lovey dovey, then break up and make each other jealous, then do something drastic and start dating again.
It was weird but expected, seeing as they had the same tendency to be social butterflies and exaggerate everything to the extreme.
I looked to the side at Daniel, Carter's bestfriend. He leaned into my ear and whispered that both of them were lying to which I shrugged at. Pretending to look at a banner over a booth, I took a step away from Daniel.
Daniel had a habit of standing too close to me. Since I was always with Macy and he was always with Carter, we always seemed to be around each other. Macy liked to joke that he had a crush on me which I quickly dismissed.
