Best Friends For Never

Chapter 7

TALIA'S POV

I stood in front of the mirror, Josh and Nate on either side of me, as I picked bits of spaghetti Bolognese and salad out of my soaking wet hair.

Nate still looked like he was wearing a spaghetti Bolognese face mask. Oddly enough, there were two cucumbers on his face, too, although not on his eyes. His wet hair was still covered in whipped cream and his shirt was drenched. There was still some salad down his shirt and he was struggling to get it out. If I hadn't been covered in food myself then I would've laughed.

Josh was covered in spaghetti from head to toe; his hair was hidden by the spaghetti that he seemed to have acquired during the food fight. He looked like he had just taken a bath in spaghetti. Pieces of salad were stuck to his back.

"This is your entire fault," I accused, glaring at Nate. "Did you have to throw that spaghetti at Josh?" I hissed, thinking back to how surprisingly good his aim had been, when the saucy Italian food had landed all over Josh's face.

"My fault?!" Nate cried. "You were the one that flicked food in my face!"

"That," Josh said, "was an accident. This," he said, pulling a strand of spaghetti from his hair, "was not."

I stopped squeezing all the wine out of my hair and snickered, before Josh flicked the spaghetti at me. "Ew!" I shouted, getting the piece off my shoulder and getting ready to throw it back at him.

"Whoa!" Nate butted in, snatching the piece of spaghetti out of my hands. "We don't need another room to clean up."

"Speaking of which," Josh said, "I have homework to do, so can we please hurry up and get this place cleaned?"

"You're such a nerd," I said, shaking my head. It was pretty worrying how much all three of us had changed in the past two years. Not only had the boys developed accents and become slightly more attractive, but they also now cared about stuff like school and homework. They never used to care about that stuff! I was the complete opposite; I used to be set on getting good grades and handing work in on time, now I couldn't care less.

"Well, not all of us can just hang out with our boyfriends and get high all the time," Josh said sarcastically, interrupting my thoughts.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What?" I asked.

How did he know about Liam? It took a few seconds for it to hit me that Nate must have told him. My gaze turned to Nate. He had no right to tell Josh that I took drugs, or what Liam did to make money. It wasn't like he actually knew Liam. It was my business, not his.

"Nothing," Nate shook his head, giving Josh a dirty look. "He didn't say anything."

I scowled at Nate. "You told him!"

"What?" Josh asked, oblivious to the tension building between Nate and me. "That your boyfriend's a drug dealer and that you're a druggie? Oh, he might just have mentioned it."

"This is none of your business," I hissed at Nate.

"Correction, it is my business because it involves you and you're my friend."

"I am not your friend!" I shouted. When was he going to get the fact that I wasn't his best friend, nor did I want to be? Ten years ago, I wanted to be friends forever. Three years ago, I wanted to be more than friends. And now, I wanted to murder him with my bare hands.

"You can shout it as loud as you want, Talia, you'll still be my best friend," Nate grinned, removing some spaghetti from his hair.

"Hello?" Josh cried. "Homework!"