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Chapter 7

ELLIE

It was a really good day for Skye. Emphasis on was. The day started to go to shit at lunch time.

We were about to take our normal seats at our lunch table, but something had changed. There were already people at our lunch table. It was our table and it had been since freshman year. Some people just don't know table etiquette.

Sedona froze, glancing at the table suspiciously. Skye did the opposite and powered ahead, ready for a confrontation. She stopped short when she realized who it was at our table.

"Brock," she growled, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Oh hey," he said, barely glancing away from the pretty blonde sitting next to him, practically on his lap.

"'Oh hey'? That's all you have to say for yourself?" She demanded, cocking her head and putting her hands on her hips. She was fuming, eyeing Brock and then the blonde girl.

"Oh you're right," he said, finally turning around to fully face Skye and her wrath. She smirked triumphantly.

"My friends will be here in a second... There. Now that's all I have to say for myself," he said, facing the blonde again, with a smirk on his face while the smirk on Skye's basically melted off.

"She's not even a real blonde!" Skye snapped, gesturing wildly to the girl next to him.

"So what? She might not be a real blonde. But do you know what are real? Her ti-" he started.

"Ugh! You're such a dog!" Skye huffed, finally slamming her purse on the table and taking the seat furthest away from Brock.

"I hate him. I really do," she mumbled to us. Sedona and I exchanged glances, and I saw the glint in Sedona's eyes that seemed to scream, yeah right.

"I think you and lover boy over there need to just get a quickie in and leave everyone else to eat in peace," Peyton strolled over, taking the seat next to Skye.

"You guys don't understand," Skye said, glancing at the blonde girl next to Brock again.

It had been two weeks since the four-day weekend and although Skye hadn't told us that anything ensued between her and Brock, everyone assumed that something had happened. After all, Skye and Brock had been arguing lately. Well, more than usual, that is.

"Enlighten us," Sedona drawled, barely covering her smirk.

Skye glanced around again, and I was seriously beginning to become worried about her.

"He's just doing this because, well because..." She dropped her head into her hands, covering her face that was starting to flame up in an uncharacteristic manner. She mumbled something incoherently.

I saw Peyton open her mouth, ready to pry away Skye's hands and make her reveal whatever secret she was hiding. But, she didn't get the chance to.

At that moment, Asher and Reid walked in, joined by Jordana and Kallie. Asher looked over and smiled at me, taking the seat across from me as Reid took a seat next to him, filling up our table.

I had the "pleasure" of meeting Reid and Hunter over the four-day weekend. Their words, not mine.

Hunter was the captain of the cheer team, which may prompt you to believe that he was gay and flamboyant. Yes, he was gay but other than that, Hunter defied all the stereotypes about being a gay cheerleader.

For one, he didn't have a high voice. His voice was deep and smooth, and he was not at all flamboyant. In fact, he warned me that if I was looking for him to be that "gay best friend," I should look elsewhere because he hated to shop.