" What are you saying June? We both know that Diego's been playing Carlizza, Shay and June all along..."
" And that's where you got it all wrong Miss-know-it-all. I talked to Diego about them and not once did he mention them to be his girlfriends. All he knew was that he shared a few classes with them"
" He could have been lying June! Don't tell me you fell for it too..."
"He's not lying Summer and I know a good guy when I see one" I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
" He's brainwashed you June" June scoffed, visibly super mad at me.
" Say what you want but I know that Diego is innocent. And I'm pretty sure my life's going to be a disaster by tommorow but nothing could be worse than having a blind and insensitive friend like you." She shuffled up to her feet and shrugged past, stomping out of the splatburgers and right through my heart. I crumpled down to the chair, heart broken and broken in despair. Shayna, Dawn and Carlizza were heart broken, because of me. June though I was blind and insensitive and for some strange reason she just seems to believe that Diego's the good guy. It just made me even MADDER at him.
The prat! First Shayna, Dawn and Carlizza and now June. I held my throbbing head in my palm. Why, why, why? It was supposed to go well. Diego was supposed to be reeling from the shame and social embarrassment with Shayna, Carlizza, Dawn, June and me in all hugs and tears and singing best friends forever songs. Fairy tales are supposed to end happily aren't they?
I crawled home in despair and locked myself up, pretending to be sick when mom called to ask if I was ok. I was totally craving for some alone time right there and then, crunched up and totally hating myself for everything that'd happened. June'd made me look like the monster so I probably was. But I'd only done it for us. To save our friendship and not for the Homecoming or anything like that.
Or maybe not. Oh my God! I sat up. Maybe June was right. maybe I'd done it all just so that we could organize homecoming ourselves and make the EPC popular. I'm SUCH a bad friend and June was right. I'd done it for myself and myself alone. I crawled under the sheets and sobbed, wanting to die. I'd lost everything. My life, my best friends, the EPC. Wat kind of a person am I? The worst! Literally the very worst. Believe me, that was the worst night in my entire mundane life but if you think, oh well, what's the worst that could possibly happen? Then think again.
Cause, someway, somehow, it was all over the NET the very next day, the epic love battle and saga between five very best friends, the most epic
emotional breakdown. It was right there. In the school paper, on group pages. It'd literally gone viral on Youtube! it was trending in all over school and June was the butt of the entire gossip. The school paper'd done an entire article on her titled '' a girl named June'' and her pathetic life as a social klutz, seeking to climb the social ladder by inconscpiously dating high school jock Diego Sanchez behind her friends back. There was another story on Shayna, Dawn, and Carlizza who were relationship idiots living in the fantasy that they were girlfriends of Diego Sanchez. I read what the article had to say in rage on my way to maths and glared at Cathy who was gossiping with Jenny Lou and Jess mckain, her stupid gum-addicted queen bee friends.
" I mean, how delusional could some losers get nowadays?" Cathy sneered, whipping on one fresh layer of raving red ruby lip-gloss. She smacked her lips and flounced her hair back.
" I mean, to think that someone as AWESOME as Diego Sanchez would even look at those dumpster EPL fashion depressed girls is just out of the question. It's good that I've gotten them out of the way." She heaved and flipped her hair back " It's a really good thing that Diego gave them a piece of his mind. They're so way out of his league. Now, he can be all mine!" She squealed and held out her phone " Victory selfie!" They bunched in and held out their hands. I rolled my eyes in disgust. Victory over what?
Then she grinned and held out her hand.
" Picture girls. We've got a wall to ruin" And with the that, the haters but nonetheless, movers and shakers of Heatherville high's ccpiest CCP group sashayed off in high platforms and bouncy white and blue cheerleader outfit, oblivious to the fact that I'd just eavesdropped on their conversation. I hurried off to Maths, running everything I'd just heard through my head.
It's good that I've gotten them out of the way?. Whatever in the world did that mean? We've got a wall to ruin. Did they mean an actually wall? Aren't CCPs supposed to be social life destroyers, not building demolition crews?