“Savannah!” I heard Jasper call out as I walked out of the classroom.

People whipped their heads to our direction and I internally slapped my forehead. Seriously, these boy should know that he’s always on top of the rumor mill.

Especially if it involves me.

I kept on walking but I slowed down my steps so he can catch up.

“What?” I asked quietly, I was pretty sure people are eavesdropping right this moment.

That’s was when he blanked, as if he just called me for just the heck of it. I stared at him, waiting for him to say anything but nope, his mouth was just wide open, waiting for flies to get in.

“Right,” I drawled out, stopping right in front of my locker, “Is this about the project?”

He shut his mouth before his face brightened once again, “Yeah, the project!”

Lifting a brow at him, I slapped a stapled script right on his chest, “Learn the lines, we’ll practice tomorrow after school.”

He looked down on the script before beaming at me, “Yes ma’am.”

Alright, this boy is too cheery even in normal standards. I slammed my locker and without even a goodbye to him, I walked away, turning right to my classroom.

Once I was out of view, I released a loud sigh. Well, I survived that conversation.

The thing is, people were still staring at me. Rolling my eyes at them, I went to my desk, took a seat and glared at every person who dared to look my way.

The chair next to me was soon occupied by Kyla and she grinned at me, “What’s this I’ve been hearing about you and Jasper.”

Seriously, it hasn’t even been five minutes and even my best friend got the news already. That’s high school gossip for you.

“Kyla,” I groaned but she kept staring at me with those twinkling eyes.

“This is great,” she squealed, leaning over to give me a side hug, “I knew that talk last night would do some good.”

One problem, Kyla has one big mouth. Just the mention of a ‘talk last night’ was enough to turn heads. Sending a dark look at my best friend, she retreated her hand and slowly straightened on her seat.

“Sorry,” she coughed out before returning to her jolly mood, “But come on, you two talking is a big deal around the school. I mean, the last time you two were even seen speaking to each other was the first week of sophomore year, the last days of your friendship.”

During the end of my freshman year, I spent the whole summer away from home, in a camp that Kyla invited me to. It gave me a good excuse to be away from Jasper, our first summer apart. It then I made a decision, it can never be the same again.

Monday, the first day of classes, I still spent my lunch with him and Kyla. Tuesday, he was invited by his seniors from the basketball club to eat with him. Wednesday, he was seen with a senior cheerleader, making his popularity rise. Thursday, our last ever lunch together. Friday, I finally gave my one last silent goodbye to him when I gave him a sad smile when I passed him in basketball practice while on my way home.

The week after, I avoided him at all cost. He kept approaching but I stood my ground, I never once looked at him. A month later, he got what I was silently doing and the string called our friendship finally broke.

He never seemed affected by it, in fact, he looked so happy whenever he was with his teammates. He was much happier with them compared to the times we hung out.

The day seemed to drone on really slowly. Mainly because I’ve been the topic of many conversations as I passed down the halls. I wasn’t even in the mood to chastise the students, all I wanted was to leave the school quickly.

“Finally glad this day is over,” I muttered, sliding into the passenger seat of Kyla’s car. Kyla snickered as she threw her bag to the backseat before starting up the car.

“You’re just being a sourpuss,” she laughed, driving to One-Eighty Degrees, “Cheer up a little, at least you’re in speaking terms with Jasper right now.”

We arrived at the café and we got in through the back door. We slipped inside the locker room and we started to change into our uniforms.

 Yes, I’m jumping for joy that I can now talk to Jasper. The down side is, we can never be normal. Every single person is going to look at us the minute we talk, how much more attention will we grab if we started to hang out.

Pushing the door opened, I was once greeted by the usual sight of the bustling kitchen. Tristan zoomed right past, probably running late as it is.

“Tristan looks like he’s in a hurry,” Kyla pointed out. The said person disappeared into the boy’s locker room, getting ready for work.

“He’s running late,” I shrugged, tying my hair up into a ponytail, “Now come on, we have some tables to wait.”

We entered the dining hall where it was almost empty, aside from the four occupied tables.

“Savannah!” I heard Macy sang as she pushed the glass doors of the café open, “I knew you would be here.”

Oh gosh, dealing with her is still going to be awkward.

“At least I have you around,” she breathed out in relief, “I’m only going to be here for a week and my little brother is ignoring me to go with his lackeys.”

I cracked a smile at her term. It was kind of true, because of his high popularity, Jasper had a bunch of people following him around, ready to become his servant. The only people I knew he was sincerely friends with are Tristan and some boys from the basketball team.

“Are you busy, you want to catch up?” she questioned, looking around at the half-empty café.

Looks like there’s no way out of this.

“Sure,” I faked a pleased smile and she grinned at me.

“Great,” she clapped, “I’ll go get a table. You get us two mugs of coffee, my treat.”

Before I could even say a word, she was already heading to one of the booths near the wall. I groaned before trudging to the kitchen, my steps heavy with frustration.

“And this one is the banana cake, a family recipe,” Tristan said to my besotted best friend, her attention fully on him.

I was pretty sure she wasn’t even listening to him as she forked some of his cake into her mouth.

“Kyla,” I called over, but nope, she’s stuck on Tristan Land.

Stomping right to her, I tugged on her ponytail to grab her attention. She jumped on her seat before turning around to give me a dry look, “What?”

“Macy Dean is right outside and I have no idea what to do,” I breathed out, pulling out a stool so I can sit next to her.

Tristan chuckled at me before pushing my own slice of his banana cake, “So I heard you and Jasper are buddies now.”

Great, even he is interested on that topic.

“He said a total of six words to me the whole day,” I muttered. Yes, I counted.

Still, nothing can beat yesterday. It came in so fast, with Ms. Hughes’ English project, our run in the Burger Joint then the talk we head through our windows, just like what we used to when we were kids.

It was like a whole day broke something that has been happening for three years. One day, that was how long it took.

“Jasper has been a lot more cheerful this day,” he commented, “I’m pretty sure it has something to do with you.”

I resisted a smile that was coming up my lips. At least I’m not the only one who’s affected by this.

“I’m a lot more concerned by the fact Savannah actually counted the number of words he said to her,” Kyla giggled.

I’m never going to live this down.

Turing back to Tristan, I asked him, “What did he say about me?”

Tristan’s amused smile turned into a full on grin. I don’t know if I should fear this or be excited.

“Well first, he grinned at me before saying that you’re finally talking to him,” he laughed, “And then he practically bragged to the whole team that the student body president is his friend again.”

Kyla started to burst into a fit of giggles and I slapped my hand on forehead, dragging it down to my whole face.

Tristan sobered up, turning to me, “This is actually the happiest I’ve seen him since we became friend,” he told me honestly, “It’s like he has this side which only you can trigger.”

I snorted at his statement, thinking back to the times we spent together. He was in fact a really jolly soul, the both of us used to team up to play pranks of his sister back when we were kids.

Wait a minute, his sister.

“Macy’s still waiting outside,” I suddenly remembered, shooting up from my seat as I hurriedly prepared two mugs of coffee, burning myself in the process.

I heard Tristan and Kyla’s laughter as I pushed open the doors with a tray in my hands. I approached to where Macy is as she was occupied with her phone.

“Alright Jasper, we’ll see you later,” she said a sweet goodbye to her brother before placing down her phone. She smiled at me before her eyes landed on the coffee.

“How long does the coffee need to be prepared?” she questioned as I took my seat.

“Sorry,” I apologized under my breath.

She shook her head in amusement, reaching for one of the mugs, “I hope you’re free tonight.”

Please don’t tell me it has something to do with her phone call with Jasper earlier.

“You’re joining Jasper and I to dinner,” she announced as if it was the most wonderful thing on earth.

Wrong.

Kyla was passing by after she just served the woman in the booth behind us. I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to me, “Sorry but I need to help my best friend here with her project.”

Macy’s face fell as Kyla looked at me dumbly, hoping that I’ll explain the situation to her.

“Oh,” Macy frowned, “I just thought it would be kind of fun because I missed hanging out with you and Jasper.”

With the mere mention of my ex-best friend’s name, Kyla’s eyes started to sparkle as she twisted her arm out of my grasp.

“That would be no problem,” she grinned sweetly, her eyes twinkling with mischievousness, “I’m sure my project can wait.”

Oh Kyla, you’re so dead to me.

“Isn’t it due tomorrow?” I gritted out, giving her a warning look.

But nope, the fact I was struggling with my lie only made this more enjoyable for her.

“I could always get an extension,” she winked, “I’m one of my teacher’s favorite student.”

“Kyla, I insist,” I tried to sugarcoat my tone but my self-control was winding down.

“And I insist that you go join Jasper and his lovely sister here for dinner,” she used the same tone as me, only hers was mocking.

Macy watched our discussion before tilting her head to the side, “So is that a yes or a not to the dinner?”

I said, “No,” at the same time Kyla muttered, “Yes.”

Macy’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion and that was when Kyla grabbed my arm, pulling me up to stand, “We’re just going to have a little talk.”

Macy slowly nodded, still confused, as Kyla started to drag me back to the kitchen.

“Thanks a lot, bestie,” I sarcastically muttered, snatching my arm from her grasp.

“Look, I thought you were in good terms with Jasper now.”

“I am,” I told her, “But it’s not like we’re back to normal.”

“You’re so stubborn,” she groaned, stomping her foot on the ground.

I knew that, she didn’t really have to point out the obvious.

“We’re not friends just yet,” I informed her, “Acquaintances, maybe, but not yet friends.”

“He thinks that you two are,” Tristan suddenly cut in.

“It’s like you two suddenly pressed the reset button on your friendship yesterday,” Kyla said.

“It’s just one night,” Tristan urged, “How bad can it be?”

Extremely. You’re not going to be sitting in a public restaurant in such an awkward position.

My eyes switched from Tristan to Kyla, their expressions telling me to do it. They really are meant to be, they’re both extremely persuasive.

“Fine,” I finally muttered in defeat, “But only one night.”

Turning on my heel, I trudged back to where Macy is sitting. This is going to be one hell of a dinner.

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You have your chapter, and I thankfully survived my report card distrubution. My grades are satisfactory and my parents are finally allowing me to have a free summer. Well, except maybe for the college applications. One more year of high school!

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