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"Hey Daph, how was your weekend?" Katy asks me. She just finished her shift at the library and I'm talking over. She's hanging around to make small chat.

Katy is the kind of girl that's friends with everyone, but I have no idea who she would go to if she had to pour her heart out. She's sweet and everyone gets along with her, but I don't know who her real close friends are. That's the kind of question that keeps me up at night.

Speaking of questions, I should be answering hers. Her question is fairly easy.

I had a great weekend. I spent time with my friends. Alex finally admitted he had a boyfriend when we confronted the said boyfriend. We have plans to actually met up and get to know him. I can't tell her that, but I can talk about our shopping, and my new CDs and how Jeff is a saint and I could kiss him if he cared about kissing anyone. I also watched Fred's sister and she dropped paint on Kevin's shoes. It wasn't done on purpose, it was an accident, but it was still epic.

I have all of these things to say. I have all of this to talk about.

All I'm thinking about are those few minutes with a stranger in a bathroom.

I can't talk about that, but that's all I want to talk about.

What is wrong with me?

If I care so damn much about that sexy Flea Market Guy I could have just given him my name or my number. I could have asked for more than just heated kisses in a public place.

I hate myself a little today.

I'll answer the question like a normal person. I can do that. "It was good, I hung out with friends, went shopping, babysat a friend's kid sister. All in all, not too shabby. How about you?"

"I went to see a movie with some of my teammates from the cheerleading squad. Stacey wasn't there, so we had fun," she says, adding the last part a little jokingly. I guess Stacey's bad rep precedes her everywhere.

"Poor girl, I think someone showed her the wrong high school movies. Like, maybe a little less Carrie, a little more Breakfast Club in the future," I answer.

Katy laughs at my joke. "Speaking of Stacey, what's going on with her, Lexi and Blake? There's a lot of drama lately," she then asks, clearly wanting some gossip.

I don't get Stacey. I don't understand what she's trying to do with her life. She can't actually like Blake, she could be obsessed with him, but I don't think she is. I think Stacey has no idea who she is so she's doing what she thinks a teenager should be doing. It's kind of like she's an adult pretending to be a teenager and failing miserably.

Sometimes I actually feel bad for her. But then she acts like a troll bot Twitter account and I don't feel bad anymore.

I don't really get Lexi and Blake either. I don't get why Lexi is so wrapped up in her own head, trying to make Blake the bad guy all the time.

Sure the guy can act like a smirking jerk sometimes, but he's never malicious. I think he's just annoyed with people.

I can get behind that. And I know he's not really a jerk. Being friends with Fred, means I know Blake is actually a good guy.

I don't really get why Lexi is making all of this so hard on herself. She's like a nun trying to qualm her earthly desires. If she likes the guy, she should just kiss him in a public bathroom.

Clearly, it's been doing wonders for me.

That's not entirely true though. I kinda know why Lexi is acting like this around Blake. She's scared of getting hurt. She doesn't think anyone could actually like her. Alex messed with her self-esteem. He didn't do it on purpose but it's there.

Lexi thinks she's not worth anyone's attention.

She's scared that if she likes someone again, they'll turn her down and she'll get hurt.

I can get behind that. I can understand not wanting to be hurt. I'm doing the same thing.

I hate being vulnerable. I hate not being the one in charge. You can't control feelings. Yours and someone else's.

People hurt you. People leave.

Ugh. This is so depressing. I should go find Fred and kiss him.

And I should answer Katy.

"Stacey wants attention, Blake's her ticket for that, and Lexi's just an oblivious bystander."

"Sucks that she lost her spot here."

"She'll be fine. She can spend her entire lunch break eating now. I'm sure she's much happier." I chuckle. And she can moon over Blake.

"Well, I'll leave you to your work, before Ms Pumpernickle finds a way to melt my brain through her window," Katy says, and I turn to look towards the glass separating her office and the library.

She is indeed looking furiously in our direction.

Maybe I should buy her a vibrator. I'm sure it could take care of like, at the very least a quarter of her problems.

Katy leaves and the library is empty expect for Felicity.

I start cleaning up the checking out desk and checking the books that were left. Ms Pumps leaves a few minutes later.

Free at last.

I grab a couple of books to act like I'm actually doing something if Ms Pumps comes back sooner.

I walk to the table where Felicia is sitting and plop down in the seat in front of hers. "Yo, Felicity, Dark Priestess, share some brownies for a peasant like me," I ask cupping my hands in front of me and battling my eyelashes.

"Is Miss Pumps sleeping at her desk again?" she asks me, looking around.

"She went to take a crap. I know because she left with a copy of War and Peace. She'll be gone for a while," I reply while Felicia takes a Tupperware container out of her bag and opens it.

We can't have food in the library, but no one's there to stop us now.

"I'll add War and Peace to the list of books to not borrow," she says, writing down the title in a notebook. It's an actual list of Ms Pumps' bathroom books.

Ew. Also, clever.

"Whatcha reading?" I ask, while I munch on a brownie. Felicia brownies are to die for. I'd punch a child for one of her brownies. I don't care. I'm a bad bitch.

"Medicinal herbs," she answers, lifting the book so I can see the title.

I chew in silent glee and then ask when my mouth is less full, "How's the Dark Prince?"

She sighs, her shoulders slumping a little. "Not too good. He got an allergic reaction to a temporary tattoo. We didn't get to go on a date."

I roll my eyes. "Of course he did, Stuart is literally allergic to everything."

She pouts. "Not everything."

I raise an eyebrow "He had an allergic reaction after kissing you."

"It was my lipstick. It was cheap lipstick."

I shake my head a little, take the last bite from my brownie. Think about maybe licking the one of two minuscule crumps that fell on the dirty desk. "Be careful or you'll turn into some kind of black widow"

"No more brownies for you," she said and slaps my greedy hand that was going for another before putting the lid back on the container.

I smooch my lips at her. "Fine, I gotta go back to work anyway."

For the second she lets her guard down I snatch one last a small piece of brownie.

"If I'm a black widow you're a cat burglar," she calls after me.

I wink at her. "We'd be one sexy crime duo."

She rolls her eyes at me and ignores me.

Felicia amuses me greatly. She wants to be an actress and became obsessed with Goth stuff about a year ago when she started to date Stuart, a geeky Goth dude. So she's going a hundred percent into her role.

I think it's fun to see her freak people out.

Stuart goes to another school than ours, so people don't know about him. It's always funny when she talks about him as her Dark Prince.

She's got a Dark Prince and I have a Sexy Flea Market Guy.

I kinda laugh at that.

Because between me and Felicia, she's the one with a healthy relationship.

And I'm the girl counting the days until the next weekend so I can go back to the flea market and make out with a stranger again.