A/N: This is going to be a bit of a serious (and sappy) chapter, but it's important so please do make sure you read it. And, of course, review! I'll give you a cookie!
Chapter Tres: Ex-besties and bipolar besties
*Announcer voice* Previously, on New Year's Eve
"YOU LITTLE SLUT!" yelled Stella, coming to a stop in front of us.
And so the battle begins.
My eyes hardened instantly. "Coming from you, the epitome of sluts," I hissed at her, stepping forward.
"Was I talking to you, bitch? Mind your own f***ing buisness," she snapped back.
"Stell, you really need to expand your mundane vocabulary so you won't need to use profanities in place of adjectives," I said sweetly, which just infuriated her even more.
"Oh, you think you're sooo smart, don't you, Tamsin."
She called me by my full name because she knew I hated it.
"No, not really. Just smarter than you. Which, frankly, isn't that hard. I'm pretty sure a rock is smarter
than you… no offense to rocks."
By now, almost the whole ballroom was watching our verbal clash.
"Oh shut up, you little whore," she said coldly.
"Oh, I'm the whore? Coming from the one who lost her innocence at thirteen?"
The whole room gasped.
"YOU BASTARD!" She screamed. "YOU SWORE YOU WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE!"
"That was in another time," I said coldly. "When you were Stella, my awesome best friend. Before you became a shallow, slutty, friend-ditching bitch."
"Oh, I'M the friend ditching bitch? As soon as we came to high school and Aidan was at the same school as you, you just took off without even a goodbye!" she said, annoyed.
Around about now, you're probably wondering what the hell we're going on about.
Stella used to be my best friend.
Yes, you read that right.
Tammy and Stella.
You see, Aidan went to a different elementary and middle school as me and Stella. Private ones, for the rich kids. But he hated it there, and he begged his parents to let him come to Lakeview High with me. I was thrilled, because both my best friends would be at the same school!
But as soon as we got to ninth grade, Stella changed. She used to be like me, just dressing in jeans and t-shorts and stuff. She wasn't really into skating, but she liked watching me skate. But then she started wearing tiny clothes and a ton of make up, and started ditching me to hang out with the popular girls.
For a while, I was okay with it, because I understood that people make new friends, and she was getting older. But about halfway through the year, she completely stopped hanging out with me, and her friends started to bully me for being a skater and a tomboy.
Well, I wasn't gonna take that sitting down.
So I lashed out right back at them.
And ever since then, Stella hated me, so I hated her too.
"I went off with Aidan BECAUSE you ditched me!" I yelled, exasperated.
"NO I DIDN'T! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SUDDENLY BECAME REAL POPULAR!" she bellowed.
"I BECAME POPULAR?!YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DECIDED TO GO OFF WITH THE PRISSY BITCHES AND
HAVE A COMPLETE PERSONALITY MAKEOVER, WHICH, MIGHT I SAY, TURNED OUT LIKE SHIT!" I roared back.
Some guy wolf-whistled. "Alright! Hot girl catfight!"
Me and Stella whirled around at the guy at the same time, and screamed "SHUT UP!"
The guy looked alarmed and immediately stopped grinning.
"HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT THAT MAYBE I DID THAT SO YOU WOULD NOTICE ME AGAIN?" Stella screamed.
"WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU ON? OF COURSE I NOTICE YOU! EVERY TIME I SAW YOU, MY HEART HURT LIKE HELL BECAUSE YOU'D TURNED INTO SOMEONE THAT WASN'T YOU!" I yelled dementedly.
"WELL MAYBE IF YOU'D STOPPED AND TALKED TO ME ONCE IN A WHILE I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO PRETEND THAT I HATED YOU ALL THESE YEARS!"
"OH YEAH? WELL I- wait, what?" I faltered, staring at her in shock.
Stella didn't look that angry anymore, only really sad. "I never hated you, Tammy."
She called me Tammy.
She hadn't called me Tammy in three years.
"What do you mean? You certainly acted like it." I said.
"I thought you hated me, so I pretended to hate you too. But even after all these years, I can't bring myself to." she said quietly.
My jaw dropped.
"Why did you think I hated you? I thought you hated me!"
"Well you barely talked to me after we started ninth grade!" she cried.
"That was because you went off to hang with the popular girls! I thought you just wanted to make friends, but then they bullied me so I had to say something!" I said, frustrated.
"I did want to make friends, but I wanted you to make friends with them too!"
This was news to me.
"Stella, you know that I'm not that type of girl! How on earth did you think I could be friends with them?"
"There wasn't any harm in hoping," she mumbled.
"They bullied me, Stella! How did you think I could be friends with them?"
"That was their way of trying to help me. They could see I was sad because you didn't talk to me, so they wanted to get you back. I told them not to, Tammy, I honestly did!" she said, pleading for me to believe her.
I looked at her, finally fully understanding what had happened three years ago. She gazed back at me, blue eyes glazed with tears and hair falling around her face.
And still, when I looked at her, I saw my best friend. All the memories of the decade of our friendship was still as clear as day, and no matter what I told myself, I knew I didn't hate her either. It had just hurt to be thrown away like I didn't matter, and so I'd tried to make myself hate Stella, but even after all these years, I couldn't.
I suppose it's because when you're around someone so much, they become a part of you, and when they go away, you don't know who you are without them.
Stella used to be a part of me.
And I suppose she still was.
So I said what I should've said three years ago.
"Stell, I'm sorry."
Her eyes widened, and her lip trembled.
Then she flew at me and hugged me.
"Oh Tammy, I'm sorry too!" she wailed. I hugged her back tightly, and I felt like I'd been holding my breath all these years, and I'd finally let it go.
All around us, the ballroom burst into applause.
I let go of her, and stepped back.
"Friends?" I held out my hand.
We did our weird twirl-shake-clap-bump hand shake thing, and I was surprised to find we both still remembered it.
"So, um, Stella?" we heard a timid voice behind us.
It was Callie, looking extremely nervous.
"You aren't gonna murder me, are you?" she asked, biting her lip.
Stella considered her for a while, deep in thought and tapping her chin, while Callie squirmed under her scrutiny.
She strode over to Callie and grabbed her arm, and started dragging her through the crowd.
I heard Callie screaming "RAPE! RAPE!"
(She does that a lot.)
I went after them, curious to see what was happening.
Stella stopped in front of Cam, who was leaning against a piano.
He looked up, brown eyes widened in surprise. "Uh, hey, Stell."
"Cam, I'm breaking up with you." Stella announced.
Cam just blinked and ran a hand through his brown hair. "Um, okay."
The sad thing is he didn't even sound surprised or anything… just sort of resigned, and… happy?
"So do you have anyone you wanna dance with?" Stella hinted.
Cam looked at her in confusion, then slowly looked over me, then Stella, and his eyes finally landed on Callie. His face lit up instantly.
"Yeah," he mumbled shyly.
Stella smiled, nudging Callie forward. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Callie looked at Stella in surprise, then broke into a huge grin.
Cam looked as though he'd been given five years worth of Christmas presents.
"Callie, may I have this dance?" he asked her sweetly.
I squealed internally at his gentlemanlike-manners.
Callie blushed and took his hand.
Stella nudged me. "I think our work here is done."
We walked away from them towards the doors. Stella stopped and turned to me.
"Tammy, I think there's someone you need to talk to."
I looked at her. "Is this your way of telling me to get help?" I asked, confused.
She sighed exasperatedly. "Go find Aidan. It's been two years, Tammy. He should know."
My jaw dropped. "You-I-what-you-huh-WHAT?"
Stella smirked. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice? I know you better than you know yourself."
"Notice what?" I bluffed.
"Shut up and go tell Aidan you love him."
"Okay." I sighed.
I bid Stella goodbye and left the ballroom again.
I searched all the places I knew Aidan loved to be in, and I still couldn't find him. What was with him and disappearing today?
Finally, when I was standing in the middle of a hallway despairing over my life, it hit me.
I rushed up the grand spiraling staircase and down a few hallways till I reached the familiar oak door. I pushed it open.
Sure enough, Aidan was standing down the end of the library, on the balcony.
"Aidan?" I said quietly.
He turned around, smiling, but then is face quickly molded into a frown.
"What do you want, Tammy?"
I walked towards him and stopped in front of him. I furrowed my brow. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." he said, not looking at my eyes.
"Look at me." I ordered.
He sighed, and met my eyes. Once again, I was left breathless by the beauty of his eyes.
"Why don't you go ask Hunter?" he snapped, turning away from me.
"Is that what this is about? Hunter?" I said, exasperated. "Why do you care about him?"
"I don't like the look of him." he muttered.
"What's wrong with you? Hunter is perfectly nice and friendly!"
"Too friendly, if you ask me."
"He was trying to kiss you!" said Aidan angrily, whirling around to face me.
"What do you mean, so what?"
"So what if he tried to kiss me?" I yelled. "As weird as it may seem, Aidan, some guys do actually find me attractive!"
Aidan's face softened instantly. "Tammy, that's not what I meant –"
"Yeah? So what did you mean, huh?"
He hesitated only for a second, but that was enough for me.
"You know what, Aidan? I don't know what's wrong with you today! You're being a bipolar jerk, you know that? I don't even know what I'm supposed to have done, and I came up here with something really important to tell you, but I don't even know if I can now."
I whirled around and had only taken one step before Aidan called out. "Tammy, wait."
"What did you want to tell me?"
I turned slowly to face him.
"Why do you want to know?"
I gazed around. All around us it was silent in the massive library. I could hear echoes of the party going on downstairs. I finally looked at Aidan. He was standing stock still on the balcony, gazing steadily at me. The moonlight seemed to bathe him in a pool of light, and a slight breeze ruffled his hair. He was so gorgeous, so handsome it made me want to rush at him and kiss him.
But I didn't.
I took a deep breath.
"Aidan, I love you."
A/N: She did it! But what's up with Aidan? What's he gonna say? What did you think of Tammy and Stella? Questions, questions, questions. The next chapter will be in Aidan's P.O.V, by the way. Please please please review!
You might be wondering what the deal is with Stella's virginity. I can't think of any way to incorporate this into the story, so I'll tell you now. Stella lost her virginity at fourteen, because she was going out with this sixteen year old guy and he pressured her into doing "it" with her. Well, his school found out and they expelled him, and later he moved away.
PS: Picture of Cam is up!