"Hey, Nate." Allison walked up the steps of the abandoned theater, him and Addy sharing a joint. "And Addy."

"Hey, Allison." they said back on sync.

"Bronwyn and Cooper aren't here yet?" she looked around for any sight of them.

"Are you kidding? She'd have my ass." Nate laughed, holding up the joint. "You on the other hand will silently judge, thank god."

"Well, after last night, I don't think i'm in the right space to judge anyone." Allison exhaled, sitting down on the ground and crossing her legs. "Maybe i'm judging you a little, Addy."

"I figured." she blew smoke. "You know, I can't wait until your secret gets out and I get to be as rude to you as you are me."

"Oh, i'm rude to you? Who's the one that sat back and did nothing when your bitch of a best friend publicly humiliated me a number of times?" Allison shot her way as Addy stared.

Nate laughed as smoke flew from his mouth. "You know, I didn't expect this side of you."

"I miss when you wouldn't say anything." Addy said back.

"I bet, when her secret gets out, it's gonna be so much worse then all of ours. I just have a feeling." Nate looked over at Addy with a hum. "Confession is always open."

"Seriously?" Coopers voice rung as him and Bronwyn walked in, looking toward the giggling pair on the couch.

"It's just weed, man." Nate said in return.

"It's just weed?" Cooper quoted him in disbelief. "Is that what you told the girl that overdosed?"

Nate exhaled. "No, because I sold her pills."

"Oh, so it's true?" Bronwyn looked after him, her arms crossed over her sweater.

"She's fine now." Nate defended himself.

"That's not the point." Bronwyn shook her head, Allison looked back and forth between the pair, pulling on her necklace.

"Who was it, anyway?" Addy asked.

"I think she'd rather I didn't tell you guys that." Nate looked over with a nod.

"Well, at least we know it isn't Nate behind the About That post." Allison confirmed with a nod of her head. "He cared too much about confidentiality."

"Oh sure, he's a regular Boy Scout." Cooper went along with her words.

"I was once, actually. Sixth Grade." the blonde hummed in his direction.

"Oh my god, who cares?" Bronwyn cut in with annoyance in her tone. "We have to figure out who's posting the secrets."

"Well, we know it's not me or Nate." Addy spoke up from the couch. "So, that leaves the three of you."

"Right, because I wanted everyone to know that I passed out while being questioned about a murder." Allison nodded her head. "You caught me."

"Oh, everyone knew already, you could have easily done that to make yourself seem innocent." Addy argued with her. "I mean, two of you seem like you'd be a lot better at computers then the other. No offense, Cooper."

"Why are you assuming it's one of us?" Bronwyn looked at her in annoyance. "It could literally be anyone with the password."

"Who would have the password?" Nate asked.

"I genuinely wonder what the password is." Allison voiced her thoughts. "Someone as smart as Simon? That password has got to be tighter then a virgin."

Nate laughed loudly as Bronwyn looked in disbelief. "Okay, she's gotten too much second hand smoke. Allison, move away from the couch."

"Still, whoever knows the password, regardless of what it is, somehow also needed to be smart enough to figure it out." Allison walked off the stage.

"What about Janae?" Bronwyn shrugged. "She was Simons best friend. Maybe she's taken over as some sort of, I don't know, twisted tribute."

"Oh shit, is she right?" Simon asked, sitting in one of the chairs. Allison glanced back. "Yup, I show up at your Breakfast Club meeting too, Ali."

Allison sighed, facing front again to avoid eyes coming her way. Cooper looked over at Bronwyn. "Why are you always pointing the finger at other people? First Miss Avery, now Janae?"

"Do you want me to point the finger at someone here?" Bronwyn shot his way. "I could especially point the finger at the mysterious guy, who's only been here for a year, who went to the nurses office alone, and didn't find Simons EpiPen, and who is surprisingly happy to point the finger at me. You wanna play that game?"

"I just think it's likely that whoever is doing it is posting from Simons laptop. And since the laptop was in detention with the five of us, I know I didn't take it, and these two are the only ones who've gotten screwed over."

"Nights still young." Nate spoke his way.

"Allison didn't go to the window, has no one thought of that?" Addy spoke up again. "And why is Bronwyn yet to point the finger at her like she has the rest of us?"

"Because i've lived next to Allison my entire life and know she wouldn't do that." Bronwyn sassed her way.

"I was doing my chemistry project." Allison spoke in anger. "Simon was back there with me, do you honestly think he'd miss me taking his laptop?"

"No, but he would miss a capsule being dropped into his water." Addy said in return, tilting her head. "I just think-"

Allison let out a scream, running to the couch as she lunged at Addy. Nate rose to his feet. "Oh shit!"

"Get off of me!" Addy yelled as the couch flipped, Allison ontop of Addy.

"Allison!" Bronwyn yelled, getting onto the stage.

"I didn't want Simon to die, you psycho!" Allison shouted, trying to hit Addy as she held her hands over her face. "I was doing my chemistry project!

"Okay." Cooper wrapped an arm around Allison's waist, pulling up up. "Enough, Karate Kid."

He was cut off by Addy standing up, giving Allison the perfect opportunity to slap her right across the face. Addy gasped as Bronwyn and Nate's eyes widened. Allison shoved a finger in Addys direction. "I didn't kill Simon, but I hope whoever did burns in hell."

She shoved Cooper off her, grabbing her back and leaving before another word was said.

"So, you've already gotten into UCLA?" Allison asked Simon, the pair laid side by side, sharing a pair of earbuds.

"A few weeks ago." he hummed, nudging his head against hers. "You applied later then I did. You're obviously gonna get in."

"I hope so." Allison grinned slightly. "I went and toured the campus last summer and it's literally all I want."

"You'll be away from your parents, untitled to your own decisions." Simon turned his head to look at her some. "Have any devilish plans swarming in that head of yours?"

"Get a boyfriend, or a girlfriend. Or just a whoever, a lover." Allison hummed.

The two held their thumb up on sync. "Check."

"And get a hamster." she nodded her head. "They never let me have a pet."

"Why would you want an animal? They're so weird and gross." Simon said, cringing slightly. "And a hamster, of all the animals in the animal kingdom?"

"They are so cute." Allison gave him a crazy look. "Like, a hair ball."

"Fine, you get a hamster and a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or a whoever lover, and go to UCLA. That's all you want?" he rolled over to push up on his elbows, turning to look down at her.

"Maybe it's just a start." she said in return, cracking a grin up at him. "Besides, maybe they'll be cool with me dating the mayors son. You know, my mom assumes you're a super good kid that does no wrong. It's a perfect match."

"Oh, yeah, they've got me spot on." he said sarcastically, pressing both his hands into the mattress by her head. "Sorry to disappoint."

Allison shook her head. "I don't care."

Simon smiled, leaning down to kiss her.

"I told you, all that hard work paid off!" Brenna was going wild, holding Allison's acceptance letter. "Oh, sweetheart, we're so proud of you."

"I knew you were gonna get in." Victor kissed her cheek. "Aren't you so happy? You've talked about UCLA since you entered high school!"

Allison hadn't said anything since she opened the letter. She was happy, sure. But then again, it was the worst feeling in the world. Her plan was always UCLA, it was her dream. But, then, Simon became a big part of that dream. And, going without him, alone, without her boyfriend, sunk in in those moments.

She forced a smile. "Speechless."

Her parents began to gush, starting to call relatives. Allison stayed sitting at the kitchen table, her vision got cloudy. Simon sat actors from her, giving her a knowing smile. "You know I'd be proud of you."

"I know." Allison mumbled under her parents cheers, reaching up to whip the single tears that left her eye. Assuming it was safe to leave, Allison escaped the kitchen to be alone. Alone with her ghost boyfriend who was just a hallucination to cope.

Breaking news on Bayview's baseball MVP. Turns out Cooper Clay isn't the natural talent everyone thinks he is. OJ isn't the only juice fueling those fastballs.

Allison sat at a bakery closest to home. She came here often, sitting in the window seat. Sometimes she'd bring a book, or her laptop, depending on what kind of day it was. But, she'd never had a day like this before. So, now she just sat there alone, with a hot chocolate that was going cold, and wondered if a book or a laptop was more appealing for a 'I got accepting into the college my dead boyfriend and I were planning to go to'.

"Honestly, just whatever is the strongest here." a familiar rung, making Allison look over and see TJ talking to the barista. She took his request, walking toward the cups. TJ turned, meeting Allison eye as she tore her eyes away quickly. "You didn't go to school today?"

"It's my free period." Allison said back, looking over again. "You?"

"Suspended." he gave a tight lipped smile.

Allison looked in shock. "Oh, shit."

"Oh, shit is right." he exhaled, looking at the seat across from her. "Someone here with you?"

"Just me." she said in return, he took that as his que to sit down. "Sure, go right ahead."

"Thanks for trying to help me yesterday." TJ spoke up her way. "The camera thing. I didn't even know they were there."

"Sorry it didn't go to planned." she said in return.

"No, it did, actually." TJ gave a laugh of disbelief. "Only, you kicked the ball into your own goal."

Allison simple stared at him, TJ realized she didn't get the sports metaphor. "You ended up helping Jake and Addy out. Without the camera, they had no way of seeing what actually happen. So, Addy lied and pinned it on me."

"Woah, so I really screwed that up for you." Allison rose her eyebrows. "My bad."

TJ shrugged with a shake of his head. "So, that's my sob story. Why do you look like a walking rain cloud?"

Allison gave a sad shrug. "I got into UCLA."

TJ laughed at her. "And that's a bad thing?"

"No, no, it's a good thing. It's just- I had these plans to go there with someone, someone who meant a lot to me. And, it turns out, he can't do anymore." Allison's frowned, her hands cupping around her cold mug. "Now that's all I can think about instead of that I literally just got into my dream school. It's fucking pathetic."

"I don't think it's fucking pathetic." he said in return, matching her tone. The barista called his name out, TJ rose to his feet. "If it means anything, UCLA is a bomb ass school, dude. You should be proud of yourself."

Allison watched as he grabbed his coffee, leaving to get into his dented jeep. Allison sighed, looking across from her to see Simon leaning on his hands with a grin. "It's too bad, you know?"

Allison glanced around the coffee shop, knowing she couldn't say anything back. But, Simon didn't need her to. "Going to UCLA without me. All these thoughts you had about waiting for each other to get done with class, actually going in public together. Its too bad that won't happen."

"Leave me alone." Allison mumbled under her breath. "Please."

Her phone dinging, looking down.

First time this app has ever featured good girl Bronwyn Rojas. She's top of her class but about to take a mighty fall. She didn't get that A in chemistry through plain old hard work. Unless that's how you define stealing exams from Mr. C's filing cabinet. Someone call Yale.

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addy and allison's frinemy
storyline through out this
book is so interesting and one
of my favs. one minute they are🙄🤬 and the next they 🥰💕