Tuesday Casey came into the bakery with Sabrina Wright. Bethanne had told me that Sabrina went to the beach with Casey. Casey ordered for both of them. “Can we get two of those chocolate chip muffins and two coffees?”
I pulled two cups from the back counter. “When did you start drinking coffee?” And when did she become friends with Sabrina? They had always been friendly, but it was that kind of friendly that popular girls used when sizing up the competition.
Casey’s eyes narrowed. “For always. You know that.” She snatched the cup and muffin from the counter. They went to one of the cafe tables by the window. With heads together, they started whispering and giggling.
After a few minutes, I overheard part of their conversation. “Who does she think she is?” I looked up to see them glaring in my direction. Turning away I heard Casey mutter, “Boyfriend stealer.” I felt a mixture of shock, anger, and hurt surge through me.
Bethanne, who was working the counter with me, slipped into the kitchen. A second later, Bobby came back through the swinging door. I didn’t even know he was at the bakery.
“Morning June. I thought I’d relieve Bethanne and work up here with you today.” He announced to everyone within earshot. “I don’t want you to overdo it with your hand.”
I stared at him, blinking, as relief washed away the bitterness I was feeling. “Okay. Thanks.”
The screech of chairs being pushed over tile echoed through the bakery and the ringing of the bell over the door signaled Casey and Sabrina’s hasty departure.
“But she’s my best friend.” I blinked back tears. How could this be happening? ”I thought we’d be friends forever.”
“Don’t chase a rainbow.” Bobby grabbed my hand behind the counter and slipped his fingers through mine. I felt my heart flutter with the promise of something new, while it was breaking saying goodbye to something old.
This week I’m linking up with the creative writing prompts from Trifecta and Studio30. Trifecta asked us to use the third definition of the word rainbow (an illusory goal or hope). Studio30 gave us two words to choose from, flutter and/or gunsmoke.
Photo Attribute: Allie Pasquier. This photo was adapted via a Creative Commons License.