Nothing Like Us

"Would you stop staring Nikkie!" Amara whispered urgently at me. I sighed. "Ara. What if I wanted to--" "No." She cut me off. "But--" "Nikkie, you promised. Eighth grade. You promised. No, you pinky swore!" She reminded me. ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ A promise in eighth grade is broken when a brunette boy with blue eyes tries to re-captivate a not-so-dumb-blond that has had enough with his petty games. There might even be some heavy flirtation involved.