Too Many Friends

This *almost* happened.

"Becca, Emily, Trey," Wen said, "this is Christie."
"Hi . . . hey . . ." cam from our mouths, rather awkwardly. Wen, with his milk chocolate brown hair, almost bouncing, walked with his hands in his pockets next to Christie. The wind toussled her brown, highlighted hair around. Becca walked next to me, and I was walking next to Trey, who had trouble with trying to keep his eyes from drifting to his best friend's girlfriend's a*s in her short jean shorts.
"Smoothies!" Trey shouted.
"Yeah, let's go get smoothies at JuicyFruit."
There wasn't any objections, so to JuicyFruit we went. I was not in the mood for anything at that moment, feeling sick to my stomach from seeing Wen with her. Inside, an empty table caught my eye and I said, "There's a table, guys."
"Hey," Wen nudged Trey, "let's get the smoothies."
"You do it!"
"Come on, Trey," he yelled, trying to pick him up by his shirt, failing. We all cracked up, considering Trey was a lot taller than Wen.
"Oh, com with me, boo," Christie said, "I'll go with you."
Wen just shook his head. I was kind of relieved actually. We most likely be forever smoothie-less if they went to get them. "No, no. I want you three to bond," Wen said with a wink.
"Sounds good!" Christie yelped, a bit too enthusiastically. As soon as Trey finally gave in, and they were out of ear shot, Christie leaned really close to me and said, "Don't."
Really confused, I asked, "What?"
She rolled her eyes, "Do not play stupid with me, Emily. It's kind of - totally - obvious that you have a thing for Wen."
I could feel the heat and redness appear on my face. Before I was able to say anything, Christie added, "And we all know how big of a pathetic flirt you are." Right then, after she finished that sentence, I could have sworn she got this red tint to her eyes. "But don't waste your energy. Because you've already lost. Wen is mine, now. And face it, it was never even really a competition."
Before she could say anything else, Becca shoved her chair against the wall and yelled, "Look, Ms. P***y, if you ever talk to Emily or any of our friend's like that again . . . let's just say you won't have to worry about winning your sick, pity games you play anymore-"
That's all I heard as I ran to Wen and Trey. Tears streamed down my face as I pushed past them and into the Ladies' Restroom. Wen, puzzld, dropped the smoothies and ran after me. "Em?" He called, "Emily!"
"Get out, Wen. You can't be in here, anyways." I shouted from the inside of a stall.
"Not until I know what the f**k is going on!"
The stall door creeked open as I stepped out, wiping my eyes with my sleeves. "It's you, Wen."
"Me-?"
"It's always been you."
Silence filled the room, besides my falling tears hitting the tiled floor.
"Em, Christie . . . I only want to be your friend . . ." Wen said, still in shock.
I sighed, almost laughing, "See that's what I'm saying!" I spat out a fake chuckle. "Wen, the best you can do is call me when you know what's right. I have enough friends."

Author's Note

I don't know what I would do if I told him...no...

Reviews

[SpeakxNow]

Awww!

[nevershoutnever.]

@Missunderstood- I almost told him I couldn't be friends with him because it hurt so bad.

[SpeakxNow]

i saw the desc. 'this *almost* happened' what does tht mean? Great story, btw.