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"Look, we're over." I snapped at Tyler, arms crossed in front of me and a scowl on my face.

"What are you talking about? First, you ditch me for that wanna be Justin Beiber and then you're acting like what- you saying 'I love you' doesn't matter? What changed?" Tyler challenges, his own face tight with confusion and eyes dripping with hurt.

"I- I didn't mean it, alright? I was just using you to get back with Harris. I love him." I admit, and his face turns down in betrayal.

"I can't believe you're this big of a bitch Maze. Screw you." Tyler snaps, storming past me and stomping threw the crowd of onlookers watching by. The school's hallways were entertained by cheap drama, and Tyler and I were great actors. Performing a play no one knew wasn't real. I noticed an upset looking Erika trail after Tyler. Ever since her break up with Harris, she had seemed to get more popular. Sympathetic girls flocked her, made sure she was okay. It was strange because she actually seemed to care about them.

I walked over to Harris, a lazy smile spreading across my features. He looked proud, and that almost wiped the smile off my face. I obviously hadn't meant a word I had said. I realized that what I was doing was completely over dramatic. But I wanted him to suffer. So I would 'date' him for two months or so, and his Christmas present would be him catching me 'cheating' on him. I honestly didn't know if I could make it or not. But I was going to try.

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It had been One week since the dance. And while my plan was working perfectly, I was absolutely miserable.

For one thing, Em was refusing to speak with me. I had yet to figure out why, but I was burning through best friends.

And right now, I was sitting at the cafeteria with Harris' loud, annoying jock friends. Trying to engage in their conversation which consisted sports, videos games, music and artists (Which I wanted to talk about but one kept telling me that I was making up the fact that I like Eminem) and girls. They also talked about other topics that I ignored and treated as white noise.

There were two types of jocks, the actually nice ones who were good sports but were slightly level headed. Then there were Harris' friends who were the complete opposite of everything I just said. I would sit with someone else, but I had to convince Harris that I was in fact, still madly in love with him. So I tried to endure the dirty looks from my best friend and Riley. The continuous winks from Tyler which could blow our cover, but I couldn't help but smile every time he winked in my direction. As well as the many scowls from the offended girls of Erika's group of girls.

I was trying not to act like I wanted to be at the table, and so I nodded and agreed. Half paying attention. When I couldn't take it anymore, and I stood up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Harris asked, sounding slightly suspicious. His eyebrows pulling together.

"To the ladies room," I answered, doing my best to sound polite. He doesn't look very convinced.

"Look, I am not the one in this relationship that needs to be worried about. So stop acting like I don't get to go anywhere without being on a leash. I'm not your dog, Harris." I snap, and the guys at the table burst out laughing, 'OOHING' and yelling 'BUUUURN'.

Harris looks surprised by the outburst, and an apologetic look fills his eyes. A hard glint fills his eyes. I try not to roll mine.

"Don't be that way, babe," Harris says and I stiffen. The nickname babe means affection. He hasn't earned that right back.

"Don't call me that, please. I'll see you later." I turn away from his protesting face.

I storm out of the cafeteria. This time, I wasn't going to be low maintenance. I'm not going to jump when he says jump. But I know he won't either.

I walk through the halls, heading in the general direction of the bathroom. I hear steps padding behind me. I resist the urge to turn around. I make it all the way to the entrance of the bathroom before I feel a rough tap on my shoulder.

I turn around and meet a familiar face.

"I can't believe you," Riley says, shaking her head, standing a few feet away from me.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're dating the guy who cheated on you. Why the hell would you do that?" She hisses.

"If you were actually my friend, you would know why." I throw her words back at her. She flinches away from me.

"You've really changed, you know that? You think you're so high and mighty, replacing me instead of working it out. Messing with guys like they're your toys." She sputters.

"You're the one who ignored me, besides you already replaced me. You wanna work it out? I do too. So let's. I'm tired of this animosity between us, it's stupid." I offer, and she looks genuinely surprised but she masks it.

"Fine. How do you want to do this?" She Asks.

"Look, we've been arguing for a long time. How about I explain why I'm dating the devil incarnate, and you tell me one important thing going on in your life?" She shrugs.

"I don't actually like him, in fact, I'm crushing pretty hard on Tyler. But I want him to get a taste of his own medicine, even if it means submitting me to be a little miserable for a short period of time. If I thought there was any other way, I would be doing it. Okay, your turn." I say. Riley looks concerned. She has changed, started wearing more makeup. Which looks gorgeous, she has Her hair done in a more radical way. It looks even prettier than before. Her outfits are a little more revealing. A dark black jacket, with a perfectly white shirt with scoop neck. Her pants are full of rips, way higher than I'd ever wear. I wonder why... A thought popped into my head.

"Wait, are you seeing someone?" I rush out excitedly. She flushed almost immediately and I got my answer. "You are!" I gasp excitedly, and she ducks her head some more.

"Yeah... I don't really wanna talk about that though." She says, sounding slightly embarrassed. I flinched, realizing how easy it was for us to fall apart.

"How did it get to this point? To the point that where we practically hated each other?" I ask, and for a minute and we slightly freeze.

"I never hated you, I just couldn't be around you when you were with... him. I observed, for a while in a non-creepy stalker way. I realized he was good for you. He made you smile, way quicker than I thought possible. I'm so sorry, for acting like that. I can be pretty stubborn." She says, but I can tell she means every word. She looks apologetic and sad. I look at her.

"You can be pretty stubborn," I say with a sad chuckle. And she smiles, her eyes watery.

"Do you wanna, start over? Or something? I miss being your friend." She smiles and nods swiping at a few stray tears, and I give her a huge bear hug.

A/N ~Roughly edited ~

I'm sorry for not updating sooner. I've been suffering from writers block, and I'm sorry if this chapter isn't amazing.

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Question; Thoughts on Riley?

~ Skye