Cassidy Brooks was a shy, quiet girl who often kept to herself, with no real friends, her only companion being her books. She believed the rest of her time in high school would be that way, until that one Saturday in March changed everything...
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Brian breaks the uncomfortable silence among us. "Um...I was just thinking...I mean...I know it's kind of a weird time, but I was just wondering...um...what is gonna happen to us on Monday? When we're all together again? I mean, I consider you guys my friends....I'm not wrong, am I?"
"No," Andrew says quietly.
"So....so on Monday...what happens?"
"Are we still friends, you mean? If we're friends now, that is," Claire asks.
"Yeah."
"Do you want the truth?"
"Yeah, I want the truth."
".....I don't think so." And there went my nice opinion on Claire. She's still a prissy bitch.
"Do you mean all of us or just John?" Allison asks.
"With all of you."
"That's a real nice attitude, Claire," Andrew snarls.
"Oh be honest, Andy. If Brian came walking up to you in the hall on Monday, what would you do? I mean picture this, you're there with all the sports. I know exactly what you'd do: you'd say hi to him, and when he left, you'd cut him all up so your friends wouldn't think you really liked him!" Claire states.
"No way!" Andy insists.
"Kay, what if I came up to you?" Allison asks Claire.
"Same exact thing..." Claire says quietly. I roll my eyes and let out a scoff.
That's when Bender snaps. "You are a bitch!"
"Why? Because I'm telling the truth? That makes me a bitch??" Claire retaliates.
"No! Cause you know how shitty that is to do to someone! And you don't got the balls to stand up to your friends and tell them that you're gonna like who you wanna like!"
"Okay, what about you, you hypocrite! Why don't you take Allison to one of you heavy metal vomit parties? Or take Brian out to the parking lot at lunch to get high? What about Andy for that matter? What about Cassidy? What about me? What would your friends say if we, or you and Cassidy were walking down the hall together? They'd laugh their asses off, and you'd probably tell them you were doing it with one of us so they'd forgive you for being seen with us!"
Bender's anger goes through the roof once more. "Don't you ever talk about my friends! You don't know any of my friends, you don't look at any of my friends, and you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to any of my friends! So you just stick to the things you know: shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW, and your poor, rich drunk mother in the Caribbean!"
