Four Boys and One Girl

Chapter 13

FOUR BOYS, ONE GIRL AND 1 CRAZY HIGH SCHOOL YEAR

CHAPTER 13

This chapter is dedicated to @peculiaralien

[PART THREE]

Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My Fucking God! I was practically being a drama queen because I had said "Oh My God" for at least four times now... Oh My God! Eek five times now.

I ducked behind my menu, blocking myself with the big menu card. If Liam spotted me, my life would over, dunzo, ditto, finite – ooh rhyming – focus Callie! Okay focus, focus. Rachel and Lucas were looking at me like I had grown a second head. I smiled at Luke apologetically and dragged Rachel to the bathroom whilst covering myself with the card like some spy in an action movie.

"Okay, what was that Callie?" Rachel asked when we were in the safety of the women's washroom. "You acted like a mad person. Are you okay?"

"No I am not okay." I said panting, "Did you see that cute guy... you know the one with the dark hair and blue eyes?"

Rachel put on her thoughtful face. "Yeah—wait, don't tell me you..." She smirked slightly before shaking her head. "That's not a good flirt tactic Callie."

What was she blabbing about now? "What?"

"I mean, if you find the boy attractive, I don't think hiding behind a menu and acting crazy would get his attention –" she paused and straightened her hair "– you should have just walked up and talked to him. Damn Callie, boys really changed you." She shook her head in disappointment.

"No, you idiot," I screamed. "That boy's from Waverly – my school – and if he sees me, as a girl my life is officially over."

"Oh," she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "So that's what you get to see every day? Sign me up for a boy's boarding school too." She grinned, totally changing the subject.

"Focus Rachel!" I snapped my fingers in her face, "I need you go to a shop and get me a black wig now."

"But there's no shop close by." She pouted.

"I really don't care. Get me anything, from a thrift shop, anywhere." God now I was sounding like Easy, bossing her around.

...

Rachel had come back with something that looked like the half of Elvis Presley's hair. The thing she brought was ugly, and it looked nothing like my real wig.

I gave her a scolding look. "What the hell Rachel?" I said, holding up the wig.

She shrugged. "That's the only thing I could get. It's either that, or blow your cover and ruin your life."

"Whatever," I murmured. I hated it when she was right.

...

"So? How do I look?"

I know what you're probably thinking; why did I have to go all this trouble? Why couldn't I just leave and avoid him? You see if that was an option, I would've taken it a long time ago. But I'd already ordered, and at Minnie's minis, you had to take your order and pay at the counter yourself – nobody helps you pay, everyone does it by themselves. Now what kind of messed-up store does that? And Liam just had to be sitting at that very counter. Now do you see why I keep saying the universe was against me?

Rachel laughed nervously. "Let's just say you've had better hair days." She said pushing me out of the bathroom.

Liam was still there (sadly), and I walked back to my seat, ready for anything. Lucas had looked at me, probably wondering why I looked like something that resurrected from the 70s. Rachel had explained to him – not the real truth of course – and because he was an idiot, he'd taken her story.