My Almost Best Friend

Chapter 16

Chapter 16:

"So are you going to tell Amarys?" Anthony asked.

I'd told him all about my Saturday night. Except I'd happened to leave out the part about Trevor.

"I don't know," I said quietly. "I just don't want to see her get hurt."

"She's going to find out eventually."

"I know," I sighed.

"Well, here we are," he sighed, as the bus pulled into the school parking lot. "Good ol' school."

"Yep." I said halfheartedly.

"Bree!" Claire screeched, dragging me down the bus steps. I tried to remain frustrated with her, but the real look of distress on her face made feel actual concern.

"What happened!" I gasped.

"It's Summer! She and Francesca got in a huge fight this morning!"

"Okay..." I started, not understanding how any of this pertained to us.

"No, you don't get it! It's the reason they were fighting! So, it started with them arguing about some pointless thing, but then Francesca started using Amarys to fight back Summer. She literally said the phrase, 'You're just jealous because any guy at this school would be out of there mind if they didn't like Amarys better than you.' And then she said, 'I even heard Brian was considering asking her out.' Then, before things could get really serious, the janitor broke the whole thing up."

"So then shouldn't she just be mad at Francesca?"

"Oh believe me, she is! But now, as if she didn't feel threatened by Amarys before, she is practically seeking her death."

"Wow," I said quietly. "And this all happened just this morning ?"

"Yeah, pretty crazy right?"

"Yeah," I said. I wonder why she even cares. It didn't seem like she exactly cared about others, especially not Amarys.

"We can't exactly increase our social status with Amarys dead now, can we?" she laughed.

There it was. The ulterior motive. Her own popularity.

"Speaking of Amarys," I continued, changing the subject. "Where is she? She's normally here by now."

"Beats me," she muttered, obviously preoccupied with her phone she was scrolling through.

Just then Mike Palmer walked up, and instantly she directed all of her attention towards him.

"Hey Claire!" he said with a smile. Not even glancing in my direction. I raised my eyebrows and then glared evilly.

"Hi Mike!" she squeaked.

"Do you want to go..." he started.

Claire coughed and motioned towards me.

He smiled embarrassedly at me.

"I mean," he continued, "Do you want to finish reviewing for the history final?"

"Of course!" she said gleefully.

She and Mike waltzed off together, and I stood there angrily. Oh of course they're off "studying." Because "Saturday night" just wasn't enough.

But I couldn't be angry for long, because before I could even think of another thought, the morning bell rang.

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I decided to stop by Amarys' house on the way home from school, after I found out she was sick.

She'd given me her address a while ago, although I'd forgotten when, but it was fortunate needless to say.