Amanda and I ran to sit on one of the far tables, where nobody but 6th graders ever are.
We shooed the 6th graders, and, finally, we were alone.
“How did you know?” Amanda asked.
“Blair and I both do. We are, like, your best friends. How could we not?” I answered.
Amanda put her head in her hands. “Why why why why why?!” She asked nobody in particular. “Why did he have to talk to me? Why did he think we were meant to be? Why did he make out with Kat? Why did we meet the JoBros anyway? Why did they have to take us to NYC ? Why do boys do this? Why are they so confusing? Why is he so beautiful? WHY AREN ’T THERE ANY ANSWERS ?!” Amanda cried. I rubbed her shoulders.
“It’s gonna be alright,” I soothed, “It’s not as bad as it seems.”
“Why do I have to be in love with two guys at once? Why do I have to choose? Why..” I interrupted.
“Because life isn’t fair, baby girl, life isn’t fair.”
Amanda started to cry, and a firm, cold hand suddenly appeared on her shoulder.
“What’s wrong, baby?” A voice sweetly asked. Crap.