Playing Matchmaker

chapter thirty four

"No babies. I'm too young to be a granny."

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Character pic: Sophia

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"I'm not pregnant," Allie bursts out laughing, slapping her thigh with her hand as she started choking she was laughing so hard. "Oh my god, some people really don't have a life? It's not hard to believe I was pregnant, but after I just came out as a freaking lesbian, they're still going on about it?"

I had never seen Allie laugh so hard in her life — other than the time that I fell face first off the bleachers, but we don't talk about that anymore.

"With Hayden, as well? I would rather eat the cafeteria's most horrible meal than do anything with him," Allie's face is so red I'm pretty sure she just turned into a tomato overnight.

I laugh gingerly; Emily on the other hand is resting on her crutches with her mouth open catching flies. "What the hell," Emily mouths to me. I nod vigorously, trying to hold back the giggles that are threatening to explode.

Oh, I can't wait to tell Clark that the person he is getting 'one hundred percent correct rumours' from, is as trustworthy as trying to eat soup with a fork.

After lunch, Emily and I started walking to our lockers to get our books for the next two classes, when Allie came up to us along with Sophia — who, might I add, is also pissing herself laughing — and told us about the rumours going around.

I was shocked that Allie could just come up and start joking around with Emily and me, because last time I checked, we weren't on the best of terms.

"I want to say thanks for accepting my sexuality, though," Allie composes her and shoots me a smile, "Even though, you, Emily, were snoring your head off, and missed the whole damn thing."

"I just don't want to hold grudges," I shrug, "Life is so much better when you don't have to tiptoe around people." The only grudge I hold that will be there forever is one against my excuse of a father. "Are you two...?" I point to Allie and Sophia.

"No," Sophia speaks up. Sophia is pretty quiet, but she isn't a royal bitch. She may come off like one — same as Allie — but that's what's been drilled into all our heads all of our high school years. "We aren't dating, if that's what you're asking," Sophia and Allie shake their heads simultaneously.

"But, we are having a Christmas party," Allie hands me a sheet of paper with loopy, girly handwriting scribbled all over it. "It's a costume party, I'm sure you and your friends would all be coming?"

I nod, skimming over the details of the party invitation. It's not this weekend but the next, which is good timing since we have camping this weekend.

"Depends," Emily says stubbornly, "Are you going to keep lying about things?"

"Emily," I hiss at her.

"No, it's fine," Allie waves her hand, "I see where you're coming from. And no, my deepest, darkest secrets have already been shoved around the school."

I can tell that she is affected by that, but I don't say anything in return. Allie may seem like a monster, but when your secrets are thrown around the school like a hot potato, you would get pretty angry and down in the dumps.

"Awesome," Sophia adjusts her baby blue skirt, "Don't forget to dress up." She and Allie give us a two fingered wave, walking off with their handbags hitched on their right shoulder.