Terribly sorry it's late and doesn't have as many parts in it as the last two! Hope you enjoy this, though - I have great plans for this fic (...somewhere in my plethora of notebooks...).

Lyra

-x-Part Twelve

Song Inspiration: Toca’s Miracle – Fragma

Lynx’s POV

“See you later, Mille.” I hugged her lightly.

“Toodles, poodles.” She smiled, “And, hey – thanks for the Galaxy.”

I gave her a grin and waved her off.

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.

When I opened them, I suddenly wished I were elsewhere. Rowenna and Cassandra were heading straight for me, their faces screwed up in anger.

I’m in deep shit.

Ya think, dumbass?

What did I do, though?

I swallowed, “Girls.”

Rowenna shoved me back against the wall, “You dick!”

“What have I done this time?” I sighed.

“What have you- oh, you were too wrapped up in your brand new frickin’ girlfriend to take notice of one of your best bloody friends?”

“Rowenna. Calm down.” Cassy tilted her head back to the skies.

Rowenna’s grip left me and she turned to Cassy, “She fucking fainted and he’s swapping saliva with Camille Hennessey, completely oblivious of it.”

“What?” I asked again, confused, “Who’s fainted?”

“Tamora.” Cassy glared at me, “Didn’t you notice anything out of the ordinary at the end of Drama?”

I stared at her.

Rowenna scoffed, “Of course he bloody well didn’t; he was wrapped up with Mille.”

I frowned to myself, have I really been that ignorant?

“Where is she?” I asked, stepping forward – I didn’t know where I was going; I just needed to get to her.

“Tawni took her home – she’s staying with her.”

I looked down at Rowenna, “Let me past.”

Her lips thinned, “Don’t go and see her, Lynx.”

“Why shouldn’t I? She’s my best friend – I have every right.”

“We just think that she isn’t up for visitors right now.” Cassy muttered, not looking at me.

I looked at them both in confusion, “Have I done something else?”

Rowenna glared at me and went to say something, but snapped her teeth together and stormed off at Cassy’s nudge.

Cassy eyed me calculatingly before shaking her head sadly and jogging after Rowenna.

…What the hell?

Part Thirteen

Tamora-Jayne’s POV

“Why aren’t you angry with him?” She asked out of the blue.

I thought for a moment, “Well...it isn’t like he hasn’t done anything wrong. I understand that, well...he’s found someone. And...if he’s happy, then...I’m happy. I’m not going to ignore him just because our feelings aren’t mutual.”

There was a short silence on the other end of the line, “That’s very...noble of you. I’m not sure I would have been able to be in the same room as him, if I were in your position.”

I shrugged, moving the phone to cradle between my cheek and shoulder, “I want to be part of his life, Tee. Even if I can’t be in a relationship with him.”

Tawni sighed, “I have a stack of new DVDs and a large pizza on its way – you wanna come over and gorge?”

I grinned, “I’ll bring the root beer and marshmallows...do I need to stop off at Co-op to grab a couple of bars of choc?”

I heard her opening the fridge door, “Hmm...yeah – looks like we’re out of digestives, too.”

“Got it. See you in a few, Tee.”

“Be safe.” She said before putting the phone down.

I picked up my green wool cardy, wallet and keys, slipping my mobile in to my back pocket, “I’m going to Tawni’s – might sleepover. I have my phone if you need anything! Bye!”

“See you later, TJ.” Claudia called back.

My parents were on an anniversary holiday paid for by Dia and I – we were such good kids, so the two of us were on our own for the fortnight. I knew Claudia would be having her friends from down the road over later, so I wasn’t at all worried about leaving her on her own.

It’s not like she couldn’t take care of herself, anyway; she fights dirty. That, and she knows her way around the kitchen, so I know she won’t starve.

After a pit-stop at the nearest Co-op, I made my way to Tawni’s humble abode, turning into the street I knew so well.

Pixie – Tawni’s cat - curled and wove between my legs as I waited for Tawni to open the door.

Just as she opened it, I heard a car pull up out front and turned around.

“You called for pizza? …Dude, you so aren’t dressed for answering the door to the delivery guy. Unless they have some new hot guy, in which case, I’ll, ya know, let you- hi! Pizza guy, you brought pizza. Good on ya. Hehe.”

“The name’s Dave. At your service.” He bowed down low.

I clapped as Tawni grinned, “Im-pressed.” We said simultaneously.

Dave laughed and looked over Tawni in her t-shirt and girl boxers, “I’m liking the outfit; you greet all your pizza guys like that, or am I just special?”

I snorted and paid Dave, who insisted upon getting Tawni’s mobile number before he left.

After a short giggle session behind the closed front door, I followed Tawni (and the delightful smell of pizza) up to her bedroom, laden with a plethora of junk food, which was worthwhile, since I noticed Cassy’s scooter out in the driveway on my way in.

“Rowenna couldn’t make it, so it’s just us three, a horror movie marathon and our amazing, heavenly junk of food.” Tawni informed me when we reached her bedroom, Cassy already curled up on the double bed.

“Shame, shame.” I pouted.

Cassy was changing the DVD (from The Amityville Horror to The Hamiltons) when Tawni and I pounced.

“How come you’re seeing him again, honey?” I asked the back of her head.

We both noticed her stiffen before sighing heavily, “Please, don’t start that again.”

Tawni smirked, “Quit stealing Moulin Rouge quotes and answer.”

Cassy turned towards us slowly, the DVD playing the opening advertisements and trailers of films we already owned. “Because I have no spine.”

“Ooh, bitch stole my line!” I cried, throwing a marshmallow at her.

She popped it into her mouth and shrugged, “I dunno why, really. I don’t like him at all, but, well…he, um…he kinda gave me a promise ring…”

Tawni and I gasped simultaneously and launched forward to examine the ring.

“It looks stupid for something so important,” Cassy muttered as if speaking our thoughts – it looked like one of those plastic rings you get from the 20p gumball dispensers. “And I couldn’t exactly turn him down, could I?”

I bit my lip before answering what I was sure was a rhetorical question, “Babe, if your feelings are less than platonic, then you can’t drag the bastard around.”

“It sure doesn’t sound like the sleeze people love to hate…” Tawni murmured, “Could he be – harsh as it sounds – but, well, desperate?”

“That’s what I thought…Ugh, what do I do?”

Both girls turned to me.

“Jeez, am I the master of relationships, or something?”

They had the decency to look sheepish, “You’re just the go-to girl for advice on everything, TJ.”

I grinned wryly, “I honestly don’t know why.” I shrugged, “Sweety, you need to put yourself – and him – out of misery.”

Tawni nodded in agreement, “He may think he’s in love, but the way he treats you states otherwise, Sugardrop.”

Cassy sighed heavily and took a bite out of her pizza slice, “Tomorrow, then.” She decided with a nod.

We both nodded in return and settled in to watch the movie.

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