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Chapter 3 - 2| Best Friends

I'm late. School started five minutes ago and worst of all I have history first. I rush through the school gates and into the classroom.

"Sorry I'm late Miss Cocaine," I sputter. The whole class simultaneously turn to look at wide-eyed at me. They look like a bunch of owls right now.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" she asks as she glare at me. My eyes widen in shock as I realise what I've just said.

"I mean sorry I'm late Miss Coffin," I apologise.

"That's better. Silence everyone. We have a lesson to get on with," she shouts, silencing the whole class with her shrill voice.

Miss Coffin is my history teacher which makes sense because history is dead, just like the soul she carries inside her.

I walk over to my seat at the back of the classroom next to Theo. He's leaning back on his chair with his hands behind his head pretending to be a badass like always. He's such a narcissist. He thinks he's so much better than anyone else. You only have to say the word spider to get him to jump out of his seat.

I swing my bag of my shoulder, place it under my table and take out my pencil case.

"Lea?" Theo whispers.

He's the only one who has the audacity to talk in one of Miss Coffin's class. If she catches you, she will take you to your grave. Pun intended. Obviously, being the goody two shoes I am, I don't want to get caught talking but decide to anyway because if I don't Theo will pretend to have a conversation with me and get us both in trouble. Trust me, he's had a lot of practice.

"Yes?" I mutter, annoyed.

"I need a pen," he states then looks at me expectantly, a black biro resting on his history book along with all his other stationary.

"No please? And you've got a pen, why do you need another one?" I question.

"Stop being immature Lea, I don't need that kind of pen, I know I have one you weirdo, I need a pen to write with!" he stupidly replies.

"Um, no. Why don't you stop being immature. I meant that you've got a pen on your book you idiot," I aggressively say, picking up the pen.

"Huh? Where did that come from?" he asks, confused.

"It was on your book!" I whisper-shout, exasperated that I have to go through this.

"Oh thanks," he whispers, very loudly, and smiles at me.

"You know you really can't whisper," I point out.

"Neither can you. That's why the whole class has been staring at us for the past two minutes," he murmurs, unfazed by the fact that the rest of the class were listening to our awkward conversation. He picks up the pen and scribbles down the date and title. Miss Coffin is currently tunneling holes through my head with her steely gaze. I look down and begin to neatly write the date and title when Theo nudges me really hard which causes my pen to slide across the page.

Great, now I've got a giant pen mark on my book, as if I didn't have enough things to annoy me.

"Lea?" Theo asks, grinning at me.

"Yes Theo," I answer through clenched teeth.

"Can I borrow your ruler?" he asks while waving his in the air and balancing it on top of his dark brown curls.

How on earth did morons like him ever come into existence?

*

Finally, break.

I shove open the door and breath in the blissful air. I have never felt so free in my whole life. After an entire morning stuck next to Theo (I sit next to him in history and science), I think I've had enough of him for an entire lifetime. I casually make my way over to the benches under the canopy where I see Megan.

Megan Walker has been my best friend since way back in year three and now here, we are almost six years later and still best friends. Strong gusts of wind keep blowing my way, forcing my light brown hair to hang on to my head as it swirled behind me. My school skirt flutters in the wind and I have to hold it down before it flies up. I was stupid enough to wear my thin tights even though I knew it would be freezing today. Even my extra fluffy tights can't keep the cold out. I really should get some trousers.

The laughing and chattering of other students fill the air. It hums in the wind and, when it finally reaches me, hits my ear drums.

Finally I reach Megan who is busily running her hand through her straight blonde hair. She seems worried about something which is weird for her because she's never worried about anything. Well, anything apart from grades that is. Other than that she's the smily, happy-go-lucky one.

I dump my backpack onto the bench before fishing for a packet of crisps.

"Hey Meg. What are you doing?" I ask.

"Huh? What? Oh, Lea. Hi," she replies dryly.

I sense her insecurity so I decide to start a conversation, "I have to go see Miss Coffin after school for talking in history. She's so blind. It was clearly Theo just being an idiot and does he get called back? No. She's so annoying. Anyway can you come with me?"

"Have you seen Laila today?" she asks. It's evident that she hasn't been listening to a word I said.

"Um, no. No I haven't. I was asking if you could come with me after school to see Miss Coffin. After we can go to my house and watch Netflix," I offer.

Her eyes dart away from mine, "Sorry. I'm going to Laila's house today. We're having a sleepover."

"Is that where you were last week as well?" I question, slightly hurt by her words.

"I was watching 'Maleficent:Mistress of Evil' last week," she informs.

"You never told me you watched it. Why didn't you invite me? We were supposed to watch that together," I pout in dismay.

Her pale blue eyes find mine guiltily, "Laila invited me to go watch it with her."

Why would she agree to that? We always do everything together.

I narrow my eyes at her, "First you tell me you're having a sleepover with her and now you say you say that you watched that movie, which you insisted that we watch together, with Laila. You barely even know her."

I'm so exasperated right now. This isn't the first time she's done this. It's been happening since the start of the year. Before, it was different. We would've killed to help the other. But now something's changed. Is it me or does she just not like me anymore? She'd been going on about that new Maleficent movie since she found out it was being made and even planned out what we were going to do on the day we watched it. She even made a gigantic poster that said 'MALEFICENT:MISTRESS OF EVIL' and put it up in her room.

I look away from her, "I guess I'll just cancel the tickets I booked for us today. It was meant to be a surprise. We weren't going to go to my house."

"I'm sorry," she pleads, "I didn't know-"

I don't wait to hear the rest of it and walk away as fast as I can. She hurt me and she knows it. Tears start to form and threaten to spill but I force them away. Maybe she won't do it again? Or maybe I should just let her hang out with Laila.