My Almost Best Friend

Chater 6

Chapter 6:

"When will the roles for the play be posted?" I asked Amarys on our way to lunch.

"I'm not sure," she told me, waving to almost everyone in the hallway. Well she sure makes friends fast. We sat down at Summer's table again, and Claire and Anthony were already waiting for us.

"Hey!" Claire said waving to me.

"Hiya," I said back.

Summer waltzed up to us, "Hey blondie," she snapped towards Amarys.

"Summer, don't," I said clenching my fists.

She snapped her head to me and said, "I wasn't talking to you Wilson." I rolled my eyes and continued drinking my water. "So," she continued, "The guys and I are having a party and we'd love to have you there!"

Amarys looked curious. She looked at me and Claire for feedback, and Claire immediately jumped in, "Actually Summer, Amarys has a date and you're not worth her presence anyway."

Summer shot her head towards Claire. If looks could kill. Then Francesca and the rest of her Summer wannabes came rushing over.

Summer rolled her eyes, "Oh great here comes my fan club."

But surprisingly, they shoved right past her and crowded around our table. They all immediately complimented Amarys and each tried to have there own individual conversations with her.

Summer's face was steaming red. I raised my eyebrows at her. She turned in her heels and click clacked all the way to her new table in the corner.

Eventually, Francesca and her group left and the four of us remained peacefully at the table.

I couldn't stop thinking about Trevor. He was so sweet this morning and its not like I liked him or anything, but it was kind of fun hanging out with him and...

"Hello?" I was interrupted by Claire.

"Earth to Bree!" Anthony said.

"Sorry!" I said snapping back into reality.

"Hmm," Claire said skeptically. "Let's see, daydreaming, smiling into space, not paying attention, Bree! You like someone!"

Amarys raised her eyebrows and Anthony stared at me, surprised.

"Do not!" I pouted. This would definitely destroy my no emotion reputation.

"Sure..." Claire said smirking.

"Who!" Amarys said, bouncing a little in her seat.

"Guys stop," Anthony piped up. "If Bree says she doesn't like someone, she doesn't like someone. Okay?"

"Thank you, Anthony," I said straightening up a bit.

"Whatever," Claire giggled.

"So anyways," Amarys spoke up narrowing her eyes at Claire, "Since when do I have a date?"

"Oh!" Claire squeaked, nervously laughing, "Well, it's not official or anything, but I know for a fact that Mike Palmer is totally crushing on you." I shot her a look that said you, dead.

"Really?" Amarys said, her eyes widening, "Me?"

"Absolutely," Claire beamed. I shook my head at her. "In fact, there's Mikey now!" she exclaimed. "I'll go make sure everything's set for the night. Bree come with me.

She grabbed my arm and dragged me over to Mike and his friends.

"Hi Mike!" she squealed, "A word?"

I followed her into the empty corner of the cafeteria where she decided to interrogate him.

"I know your secret," she whispered with a devious smile.

"You do?" he said, gasping. "Fine!" he protested. "I ate Ms. Flynn's cupcake! Ya forced it outta me!"

We both looked at him trying to not burst out laughing.

"Not that secret!" she giggled, elbowing his arm. "The one about Amarys! Everyone knows you like her!"

"Really?" he said slowly, "Um I guess

I do..."

"Great!" piped up Claire, "because she's really into you and wants you to take her out tonight."

"Okay then..." he said slowly, "I was gonna go to Summer's party but I guess I could do something with her."

"Good!" Claire declared, satisfied with that she waved to the guys and I followed her back to Amarys and Anthony.

"Everything's good for tonight!" Claire said perkily, as she stared into her mirror, reapplying her mascara. "Oh and Amarys?"

"Ya?" she said softly.

"Don't tell Mike that we told you he likes you okay?"

"Um, alright," Amarys replied, confused.

As the bell rang I felt sick to my stomach. This is good. It's going to get rid of Summer. It's going to get rid of Summer. I sighed and walked out of the lunchroom, purposely avoiding Claire.