Two-Faced Trouble

Chapter 7

**At Carly House**
**Carly POV**

«A/N Surpriseee!! Yea this story is staying alive but I wont be able to update that often. Yea.»

"Carly! Where you at tho? Carly?" Says Jariyah as she rushes through the door, followed by Amaya and Celia. They all look. . .mad? Upset? I don't know its hard to tell. They come into the kitchen where I am sitting scrolling through my Instagram feed when Jariyah's french tipped nails block the screen.

"Ahem! You deaf or some? I been calling you're name for ten minutes! In the den, we got some. . .news,"she says, and she seems aggravated. I slowly go into the den I had fashioned just for me and the girls. Bright beanbags, flat screen tv, colorful walls, fluffy carpet, and several things we ourselves went and purchased. They sit on the couch, me on a beanbag on the floor. Amaya's hands are shaky and Celia's legs are bouncing up and down faster than a kangaroo on crack. I focus on Jariyah after she clears her throat.

"Ahem, erm. How should I start. . .it's about Valerie," she says, looking up at the ceiling. I readjust my glasses because the adrenaline has me breaking into a sweat. A phone hits me in the thigh, belonging to Amaya. I look at her with question and she nods. I type in her easy password. 8 1 1 2. The day we all met. August 1, 2012. A back to school party at Jason's. We all had fun. . . I miss that. The phone opens to her camera. I tap the small box that takes me to her Gallery, and I am faced with a picture of.. Jason? With . . JAZMIN?! I toss Amaya her phone and storm out of my house, not before grabbing my skateboard. I run down the sidewalk and begin to ride down the block to Jazmin's house.

"Carly, wait! Come back!" I hear Celia yell from behind me.

"That bxtch is a two-faced liar! She lied to all of us!" I yell without turning back. I turn onto Jazmin's street and ride for a while, stopping to think about what just happened. Afterwards, I walk to her doorstep. As I ring her doorbell, I place my board on the bottom of the steps, but not too close. Enough for a jump shot thing I learned a while back. Jazmin opens the door and I barge in, not waiting for her welcome. I wait for her to close the door before I explode.

"Really, Jaz?" I yell. "Really! Did you think we wouldn't find out?" I say, getting in her face.

"I don't know what you mean. My Google history automatically clears every day so-" she stops. I can't take it anymore. My open palm connects with her face as I slap her on the floor.

"LYING BXTCH!" I say, kicking her and yelling in her face. She yells apology after apology and that doesn't stop me. I begin to grab her by her hair, punching her face over and over. I hear her surrender, faintly.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt Valerie. I didn't mean it!" She says hardly above a whisper. I stop hitting her and let go of her hair. I stand, I shake my head as I begin to leave. I hear her get up and quicken my pace. Flinging open the door, I prepare to jump on the skateboard and go, but Jazmin calls me, distracting me. I miss the board and my feet send it into the air. My body falls backwards, and I feel my head hit the concrete steps and everything goes black.