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Suspicion (Part 5)

"what do you think about Chase?" Cheryl interjects with vague yet visible investment.

"Chase? as in Chase Collins?" Sarah made a surprised pikachu face. "didn't Pogue call him shady"

"Chase is a nice guy." Y/n defended.  "its not easy being the new kid you know? besides, im  sure theres a lot more to him then there seems. with some people, you just have to get to know them a little better before you judge them. i don't know- i think he's intriguing."

"mhMM intriguing she say-" Kate mocks "if you wanna say you think he's hot, just say it girl"

" i never said i thiNK HES HOT" Y/n snatched the empty sangria bottle away from Sarah.

"oh right but you want to get to know him dont you" Sarah poked Y/n. "looks like Reid has competition" 

"shut up" Y/n laughed. 

Cheryl smiled. "you should totally-"

before she could finish, Cheryl's phone began to ring.

The bright screen displayed the caller's name endowed in various heart emojis .

Clay.

"who the hell is Clay?" Cheryl muttered under her breath, Y/N hearing her so easily- considering how close Cheryl had scooched to her.

"Uhh Clay? Hot guy? Perfect grades, rich dad, and oh right- YOUR BOYFRIEND" Y/n knitted her brows in disbelief.  "seriously Cheryl??"

"I think someone has had one too many homemade sangrias" Sarah taunted.

"Dont let Clay hear you forget about him like that- " Kate sipped her drink all-knowingly, ready to spill the tea
"he may be the big guy on campus but Pogue tells me he's got a real sensitive streak .. "

(A/N , faceclaim for Clay is RDJ winkwonk )

[Clay's POV]

The grounds were not unlike your typical snobby, lavish private schools, huge driveways, pebbly paths and hedges separating every block- not to mention grumpy looking alabaster statues of various notable old people.

"Relax Clay, or you're gonna pull something" Pouge slapped the leather jacket wrapped back, of his comrade. Pouge was leaning suavely against the girthy stone column fence that overlooked where all these rich kids kept their various flex-worthy automobiles.

"This isnt like her, if she wasn't going to show up she would have texted me by now" Clayton paced up and down,  fidgeting with his car keys. 

"And you know what?" He stopped in his steps abruptly to add a follow up point while gesturing eccentrically
"if she wasn't going to text me back, she would have texted me about that too."

"Will you quit being such a drama queen?" Pogue rolled his eyes, standing up. "Just call her."

"If i call her she'll know that i carrrreeee" Clay stressed, fluttering his eyes shut and turning his head up to the sky.

Pogue snatched his phone and dialled for him, tossing it back to the drama queen.

"Sup." A familiar voice greeted Clay-

Sup ? Since when did she start saying "sup"? Cheryl always said "hewwo" in that gentle singsong tone, even during our late night calls.. wtf...

Clay's initial relief that his girlfriend picked up was quickly replaced with these new observations that enforced the discomforting notion he already had that something wasnt quite right.

[Y/N'S POV]

Y/n , Kate and Sarah exchanged sideye glances as the other piece of their quadrent scrambled to lower the volume of her call.

" That was tonight?! oh im so sorry babe !! " Cheryl's eyes darted side to side for a moment there, before producing two very artificial coughs
" i'm sick "

Y/N frowned, it wasnt like Cheryl to lie to her boyfriend like that, she's been acting strange all evening.

"Nono!! Dont come visit me im very contagious" Cheryl grinned as she hacked up a few more coughs while lying through her teeth. "Dont want you getting sick babe- Love you bye!!"

And with that the phone was chucked across the room like it was some kind of cursed object.

"Boo, you whore.." Kate shook her head .

"Whats up with you two? " Y/N put her hand over Cheryl's, who tensed up upon the contact.

" Ahahaha come on now you guys, we were talking about Y/N and Chase here weren't we ? "  the fake laughter was kind of painful to hear.  Her laughter pulled up into a way-too-intense deadpan " i was saying you should totally ask him out "

" you know what, if he asked me out- i wouldn't refuse. but he's so not into me like that, i can't be his type. " Y/N spoke so matter-of-factly .

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure.." Cheryl held a knowing grin.

what ever could she have meant by that?