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IHATEGIRLS.
Seriously. Jesus. One minute she's all like, "I'm so glad you're happy Rachel" and then the next minute she's like, "I have nothing to talk to you about anymore." EUGH. I mean what am I supposed to do - run around and meet your every demand until you suddenly realise, ohmigod, Rachel, I have something to talk to you about, right now? Huh, try no darling. She says its because I'm with Chris, but you're with James or Paul. She says she knows, but only because I'm with Chris. I say I wasn't with Chris half as much until you got infatuated with James [who is not single, and therefore not interested however much you flutter your lashes and laugh at his lame ass]. She's stunned. I give up. In school I'm very rarely with Chris actually, darling. I'm stood in a circle with everyone else talking, and she knows that fine well, but she doesn't like to come over because "we're so happy" she "doesn't want to get in the way". How can you get in the way of a group of ten people? Who are your friends? Ohmigod.
Just go away and get over yourself.