Chapter 7 - Guys Are Jerks

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"There's nothing to answer." Mitchell stated abruptly before increasing his walking pace and ignoring me.

"MITCHELL RILEY IF YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP AWAY FROM ME I SWEAR I WILL TELL KEEGAN AND RAMON THAT YOU COVERED FOR ME ABOUT THE FIRE." I screamed, causing him to instantly stop and turn to face me.

He walked back towards me, and was soon inches away from my face, his warm breath cascading my face in quick motions.

"Do you want to know why I covered for you?" He asked me, an expression of total seriousness on his face.

I nodded slowly, stepping back, feeling slightly intimidated by his demeanour.

"I can't tell you," He began. "And before you start with the yelling again."

He locked eyes with me as I clamped my mouth shut to hold my lecture.

"I can't tell you why I covered for you because even I don't know the reason. Now go home - I have detention to get to."

And just like that he left.

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"WHY ARE GUYS SO DAMN CONFUSING!!!" I yelled across FaceTime to Angel, Rosalie, Selina and Monika.

"Hold up," Rosalie began. "He says he "can't give you an answer"... he tells you what to do, then he walks away...AND YOU DID NOTHING TO STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!??!" 

"Are you fucked in the head??" Monika asked.

"He told you what to do and you listened?!?!?" Angel heaved. "He's not worth it. The Maria ship has ended."

"Sunk." Selina claimed.

"Done." Monika stated.

"Titanic'ed." Rosalie said.

"OMD WOULD YOU GUYS LISTEN TO ME FOR A SEC." I shouted before all my friends were silenced. "Finally."

"Look I don't care about Mitchell, I just wanted an answer from him and he didn't give it to me - I'm moving on from it." I stated, not realising my bad choice of words.

"MOVING ON!?" My friends asked in unison.

Yep I can just hear them getting their notebooks and writing this down.

"Not like that you idiots!! I'm moving on from wasting my time wondering why he covered for me. Guys are jerks." I said, slumping on to my bed and eating Doritos.

"Don't be depressed over it Aria." Selina said.

"I'm not depressed, just annoyed." I replied.

"Yeah because you are totally not stress eating right now.." Angel said.

I looked down to see half my crisps pack empty.

"They come half filled with air okay!!" I said defensively.

"Whatever. But if it does bug you, just confront him then." Rosalie said.

"Yeah, I tried that today and how did that go?" I asked.

"Then try harder." Monika stated.

"Yup, he's being a drama queen, he knows the answer but is either too shy to say it, or he's just trying to be a mysterious dick." Angel said.

"True.." I muttered.

"Guys I gotta go, I'm getting a call from Ishmael." Selina said as she pulled some papers from her school bag.

"Ishmael?" We all asked in unison.

"Yeah our form teacher set us to do some display crap for the classroom." She replied.

"The whole form is meant to do that together." Angel stated.

We all fell silent and gave her a death glare through our screens.

"What?" She asked.

"Aish...bye guys!" Selina smiled.

"Bye."

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The school week went on.

Lessons as normal, almost getting detention with my friend's antics...and no Mitchell.

Keegan, Abram and Ramon acted normal without him, even Ishmael started to hang with them more and more in Mitchell's absence, which, I found odd but didn't question. 

And then Saturday came.

As usual, me and Angel were going to take our usual adventure out, but since Monika, Selina and Rosalie were all free (shockingly), we dragged them with us.

Not that they minded, considering Angel thought to get desserts at the local cafe.

We walked in to see a few familiar faces from school - no one we cared about to be honest.

"Can I take your order?" An overly enthusiastic waitress asked us, grasping her notebook and pen in hand. 

We all gave our long winded orders with weird requirements, giving the waitress 5 amazingly fake, yet genuine looking smiles as she left.

"Oooh what's this song?" Selina asked, noticing the speakers above us.

"Seriously Selina?" Monika asked.

"Er, yeah?" She replied.

"Despacito. The less amazing version with Justin Bieber." Angel replied. "The original one is so much better."

"Shut it, Justin is amazing." Rosalie stated.

"Wait - what's this one?" Angel asked as the infamous Spanish song ended.

"Uh...it sounds familiar." Monika said.

"Have you guys been living under a rock or something?" I asked. "It's 2U!!"

"Ohhhh the Justin Bieber one." Selina said.

"Yep." Rosalie replied. "It's sick - minus the frigging video. Girls with no figures - pfft."

Rosalie and I exchanged glances before breaking out into song at the chorus.

"When it comes, to you..
 There's no crime..
Let's take both of our souls..
And in..tertwine!!

When it comes, to you..
Don't be blind..
Watch me speaaak from my hearrtt when it comes to youuu....
COMES TO-

Mitchell!??!" 

"Wait what??" Monika and Selina asked.

Angel looked over the corner of the seat to see Mitchell alongside Abram, Ishmael, Ramon and Keegan walking into the cafe.

"Ugh ignore them." Rosalie said. "Ruined the best part of the song."

Our conversation continued, but my ears were solely focused on that of the guys and the waiter.

"We're sorry, all the seats are taken or reserved for this hour, the last corner settee was taken by those girls over there." The waiter said, gesturing his hand to me and my friends.

Keegan immediately looked over and locked eyes with me for a second.

Oh shit.

"Oh it's cool, we're with them." Keegan smirked as he began to walk over. "Come on guys."

"Guys, they're coming to frigging sit with us, ACT NORMAL I BEG OF YOU." I said quickly and quietly to my friends.

"Who?" Monika asked, seconds before Keegan the jerk stood in front of us with his creepy friends.

"Mind if we join you?" He asked rhetorically. "Mitchell get over here."

Oh fucking really??

Not even Keegan would..

And he did.

Keegan pushed Mitchell alongside me on the settee, with Ramon strategically urging Abram next to him, as he, Keegan and Ishmael slid next to Rosalie on the opposite side.

This was gonna be a hella fucking awkward meal.

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