She told the whole entire school. Everyone; teachers, students, staff, and so on. I don't even know why it was such a big deal. I was still the same girl. I would walk down the halls, people whispering about me. I heard their whispers, their rude remarks.

"Sick girl," some people said.

"Not normal," others said. And did I regret telling my best friend about my condition? Yes, I did. I wish I could take back the moment where I uttered the words, "Stacey, there's something I need to tell you,"
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My eyes fell on her. The wavy long hair, the skinny body, the icy blue eyes, the vile smile she had; it was her. The girl who used to be my best friend. Sleepless nights were spent with her. She was the milk to my cookies, until the day I told her. The day that changed our friendship forever.

"Um, Elijah? Denis? We have to go. Now," I nervously say, as I stand up.

"But, we already ordered our food," Denis says.

"Yeah, and I thought you said you were starving?" Elijah asks me. I shake my head.

"No, not anymore. I'm actually in....a..... ICE-CREAM MOOD," I say, trying to hurry out of their as fast as I could. I swung my purse over the table, and I accidentally hit my water glass at our table. It fell onto the ground with a loud clunk and shattered. Most people at the fast food place were staring at me.

"Sorry," I mumble, as I bend down to pick up one of the glass pieces. I look up, mainly trying to find a trash can, but meet Stacey's eyes. She was staring at me, with a perplexed look on her face.

Oh shoot.

She stands up from her table. She was going to walk towards me. Probably to tease me more, as if she hadn't done that enough.

Now, I was really anxious to get out of there. I push Elijah and Denis towards the exit.

"Ok, out we go!" I nervously say.

"Kyra?" I here a familiar, raspy voice call my name. Elijah looks behind me.

"Seems like you got a fan," He says. I turn around to, prepared to face the humiliation and teasing Stacey was going to do to me. But she didn't do what I expected. Instead, she hugs me. Hard. I was surprised, but overall disgusted. How could she think I was going to accept a hug from the girl who ruined my reputation at school?

I pull away, and glare at her.

"Yeah, ok. So this is how you greet a girl that you HUMILIATED in front of the whole school? By telling people rumors that weren't even true anymore?" I snap at her.

"I-I'm sorry, Kyra," she whimpers.

"No, no. Your Stacey, the girl who has everything; money, friends, popularity, I could go on. You told me that you NEVER apologize to people unless they are close to you. And we," I pointed at myself and then her, "we aren't close." She bows her head down.

"And what the heck are you doing here anyways?" I yell-a-little-to-loudly.

"I was visiting a family member. She wanted to go to this carnival event, so we went. I didn't know you moved here." She explains.

"Sorry for interrupting, but what's going on?" Denis asks. I blush with embarrassment. I forgot Denis and Elijah were still there.

"Listen, Kyra. I'm sorry. I never wanted this to happen," Stacey reasons. I whip my head towards her.

"If you never wanted this to happen, you shouldn't have told anyone," I angrily say. I walk out with a huff, with Denis and Elijah following me. I turn my head around; I see Stacey, her arms hung low and her head down. I start to loosen up. Maybe she really was sorry. Maybe she wanted my forgiveness. I shake that thought out of my brain. The only thing Stacey wanted was glory and popularity. Everyone knows a tiger doesn't change its stripes.... right?

As we walk towards the parking lot, Elijah asks, "soo... what was going on back there?"

"Just.... forget it. It's not a big deal," I reply. But it was a big deal. Imagine if Elijah and Denis knew about my Pelopsia. Would they turn there backs on me just like my friends did at my old school? The only reason Jazzy knew about my Pelopsia was because my mom told her.

"Wait, Kyra. If we are going back, we gotta fetch Ethan," Elijah brings up. I suddenly remember Ethan running away from the Ferris Wheel for some reason. I sigh.

"I'll go get him," I mumble. Denis holds out his hand in front of me.

"No, I'll do it. I'm the reason he left," Denis says. I let him go. He walks towards the direction Ethan ran in. My phone started to ping on my pocket, and I check to see who the texts were from. They were from Stacey.

Ethan's P.O.V:

Why did I do that? Denis already had Kyra, but I just had to go and kiss him and screw everything up. As soon as I hopped off the Ferris wheel cart, I instantly sprinted to a small frozen yogurt shop. No one was there, so I thought it would be the perfect place to shield my embarrassment for a while.

"Hey, sunny! What has got you so down?" I hear someone say. I realize it was the manager of the shop. I groan.

"Nothing, I kinda ruined my relationship with two people," I say, referring to Kyra and Denis. "They both are probably really mad at me." The man comes over to me, with a frozen yogurt in his hand.

"My name is Daniel. I've had the same experience as you, ruining my friendships with people because I made a small mistake. But something that always cheers me up are my delicious, cold, homemade frozen yogurts." Daniel places the frozen yogurt cup at my table.

I smile at him, take out a $10 tip, and say, "thank you,"

I munch down the delicacy, and check the time. Woah, I've been here for almost an hour. I probably should start going on back, or else the others would get worried about me. I walk through the glass doors, and felt a hand lay on my shoulder. I turn around and come face to face with Denis. My hands start to feel clammy, and my face starts leaking out a baby pink blush. I was prepared to hear his yelling, everything he wanted to say to me because I kissed him. But he didn't yell.

He drags me into a alley-way type of thing, and pins me against the wall. He probably wanted to beat me up, or something.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. He looks at me, confused.

"For what?"

"Kissing you on the Ferris Wheel," I reply, and then cringe.

"Don't be sorry," He says. I look up at him. Denis starts to lean in, closer to me just like I had during the ride. I lean in as well, and our lips make contact. I wanted to pull away, because I felt like I was betraying Kyra for kissing her boyfriend, but I just couldn't pull away. After about 10-ish seconds, I do pull away, only to get a breath of air.

"But, Denis, if this thing between you and me is really going to work, how are we supposed to tell Kyra?" I ask. He leans in and kisses me again.

"We don't have to tell,"