Purple Sharpie

Twenty-one: Ryan

 

“To the best friends ever!” Cammie cried as she raised a half-crumbling cookie in the air. “HAIL!” Brennan said and Reemee laughed, her brown hair shining in the cafeteria light. They’re so disgusting. I thought, shoving my own cookie in my mouth with a scowl worthy of an adjective I can’t think of just now. I realize that this book is fricking dumb, but I mean, SERIOUSLY.

I need to shake this up somehow.

Right now, it’s been about two months since Cammie had her little fun play time with that emo kid. WOW, I hate that kid. I don’t even know what Cammie sees in him. But the worst thing is that even though the door is WIDE freaking OPEN, he hasn’t done anything more than bite his lip, apologize, and blush like some medieval maiden. Trust me, I know. I read his chapters.

But he’s also one of the three reasons that I haven’t so much as kissed Cammie in almost two weeks. Those stupid new kids were at every corner.

I stood, crossing to Cammie. I wonder why the author didn’t stop me, but I did. My eyes blazed and I looking down at her, my perfect mouth making a tiny crescent in my face. “Hey sunshine.’ I said, feeling her stiffen against my legs. “Where you been, girl?”

“Anywhere that isn’t with you.” She said, the little voice I used to love rang in my ears, bouncing off the malice it held. But I grinned, my teeth glinting. “Go away.” Reemee said, and I almost laughed. This is a book, not The Powerpuff Girls, I thought. No need to have those eyes flashing and those hands clenching.   The author wouldn’t let me hurt any of you. Except maybe Brennan. I feel like the author has something planned for him.

But I dunno- I could be wrong.

Brennan himself had his arm around Cammie, something that quite honestly confused me. I thought she was into Josh…

“Nah- I think I’ll stay.” I said. There was a collective silence, and I planned on sitting down, but this was a four person table.

I ended up just awkwardly standing there until I felt like kicking something.

They just looked at each other. They didn’t talk to me, they didn’t look at me, and they didn’t try to make me go away. Then Cammie made an explosion sound, and i looked down to see a finger gun just leaving her head. Something she used to do all the time across the room to me when a class was boring or she just wanted to see me laugh.

And at that time, her new friends guts twisted with an obvious hatred, I almost did laugh again.

Then I remembered that she was doing it because of me. Her new friends were the ones who laughed, and my jaw set.

I wasn’t sad, or upset, or any of that stupid girly stuff. I was pissed. And, regretting it just as I did- regretting it as I read it in this dumb book- I stormed away.

Just as I did, I could hear Cammie, the girl I used to love, giggle.

But just so you guys know, I’m cool with all this. I just wanted to see if Cammie was settling in nice with her new friends.

You know- I can’t make waves in something that was never filled with water.

And with that experience fresh in my mind; I’m definitely going surfing.