“They need to talk.” Natalie toyed with one of my steak fries. The crazy look in her eye meant I'd be in some sort of trouble fairly soon.
“Who?” I tried to distract her by moving the ketchup container. She didn't even blink.
“Don't, I need that.” She snatched another fat fry. “I'm serious. They haven't spoken for over a week, it's killing me.”
“It's none of your business.” I moved the ketchup cup back. She automatically dunked the latest fry.
“We're supposed to maintain the pleasant atmosphere of Morian High. Right now, it’s very unpleasant. It’s our business.”
“Do we want to?”
“Of course we want to.” She swiped another fry.
I gave up and pushed the plate of fries over. I couldn’t sit calmly and eat them knowing they were giving birth to the ridiculous idea that my best friend was about to announce.
She shot to her feet. “Got it!”
I grabbed the tray away as she pounded on the table. “Sit!”
“Blindfolds!” She sat.
“Blindfolds?” I handed her a napkin. She absently wiped her fingers on the square of paper. “Nat, I don't want to know. Can’t you-”
“I don't want anyone but you, Megs.” She wrinkled her nose. “Fries?”
My stomach silently protested as I shook my head.
She munched away as I debated the finer points of my fate in regards to her exclamation. The Unrelated Twins were Hima and Tory, best friends of a similar caliber in comparison to myself and Natalie.
Well, probably a higher caliber. They never get into the ridiculous situations Natalie lived for. They tended to avoid troublesome things with poise and dignity.
I would've settled for just the dignity.
Natalie chattered away about her plan and because she was the student council president, I knew she'd have the leverage needed to pull off such a ridiculous stunt.
“What if they don't want to talk to each other?”
“What if they do?” She countered.
“You don't know that.”
“Do I need to know that?”
“What? Look, they're popular girls and always involved in stuff that makes my life easier.” She tucked her bangs to the side, leveling snappy blue eyes at me. “They’re affecting the well being of the student body by allowing their personal issues to interfere with their social duties. I won't stand for that, Meg. You know what I'm talking about. I've already gotten complaints and I need it taken care of before this weekend.”
“Why? What’s happening-?”
“Dad's taking me to Niagara Falls and I don't want to spend my mini vacation thinking about pointless distractions when I could be dreaming of souvenirs and-”
“You never told me you were going to Canada.”
“Focus, Megan.” She said, patiently. “Now is not the time. I'll get Tory, you get Hima.” She checked her watch. “I'll excuse us both from biology, Mr. Tearbaum won’t have a problem. Go!”
Because she didn’t give any other choices, I did.
I found Hima in sniffling in the girls’ bathroom while trying to reapply mascara. I insisted she follow me to the cafeteria.
Natalie was waiting for us at the entrance. “Turn around and close your eyes.” She ordered, drawing out a thick, navy blue bandana. “Not you, Megs. Hima. Turn around and close your eyes. I don't want to hear any complaints.”
I guess it was Nat’s matter-of-fact way of handling things that helped, because the Hima quit whining, shut up, turned around and let herself be blindfolded.
When that was through, Natalie led her along the maze of tables and chairs to sit at a table opposite a blindfolded Tory.
I nearly choked.
Natalie stomped on my foot for good measure. I covered my mouth with one hand. Natalie cleared her throat, rattling off a speech about kindness, goodness and forgiveness. I didn't understand any of it. But it ended with a direct “order” for both parties to apologize and resume official duties.
“Whatever your problems are, keep them out of your school life. People depend on you. Don’t forget that. You’re mature enough to handle this on your own.”
The blindfolds were removed and somehow, they talked.
I watched them from our corner. “Canada?”
“Yeah. Dad will pick you up at eight.”
“Don’t you wanna go?”
“That’s not the point!”
“And the point is…?”
I pinched my nose and counted to ten. “Nat, we really need to talk.”
“Talk.” I repeated, looping an arm around her neck. “Like now.”
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