Between Lies

Friends

Ámbar went to the park where she met Manuel yesterday and sat down on a bench. She stared at the water, where the sunbeams were dancing like everything was at its best period. Sure. For someone else, not for Ámbar Smith. Was it her real name at all? She didn't know anything for sure now.

She had Simón for some weeks, and it was gone now. No, she shouldn't have allowed this to happen. She was the one who wanted to use Simón against Luna. How could it happen? It turned out that for all time the boy was who used her as a doll at will. When he needed someone, he used her, like on the stage.

But in the locker room, he seemed honest.

Ámbar buried her face in her hands, and a scream of anger left her mouth. She didn't know what to believe. But she needed someone—someone who can trust in, someone who can count on. But this person wasn't Simón anymore.

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Manuel was walking in the park deep in thoughts, while the anger was eating him. He thought he could trust Victor. How could he lie? Mostly, in such a thing? He wasn't different from Antonio—their father. Manuel still couldn't believe the whole thing. Antonio was his father and Alex, and Victor were his brothers. And Victor was a liar too.

No!

He took his phone out of his pocket and searched for Bia's name. He found it, but before he placed his finger on the name, it stopped in the air. Was it a good idea to call Bia? She also mentioned something about Victor—she said he lied. Why didn't she tell him first?

His hesitation won and searched for someone else.

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Her phone started to buzz in her pocket. She didn't want to talk to anyone, especially not with Simón. But she took out her phone and looked at who was calling her. A half-smile appeared on her face when she saw the name on her screen. Manuel.

For a moment she had forgotten him. He was the person she needed. She couldn't say she could trust in him one hundred percent, but in the deep of her heart, she felt more trust for the guy than anyone else.

She answered the phone, "Hey."

"Hey, Ámbar." She heard his voice was tormented as yesterday if it wasn't more. So, he couldn't process either.

"Do you want to meet?" Ámbar asked the same question that Manuel wanted.

"Yes, that's what I need," he said. His voice was a bit milder as if he was smiling on the other side of the line.

"I am in the same place where we met. Are you far from it?"

"No. I am in the park too. I will be there in a couple of minutes."

"Good," she replied. "I am waiting for you."

She hung up the phone with a strange feeling in her stomach. These little words helped her to go through the whole Simón thing. How could she forget Manuel?

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"What's up with you?" Ámbar asked as they sat down on a bench. She crossed her right leg on her left and placed her elbow on her right knee, in her hand propped her head, like that looked at Manuel. Ámbar saw in his eyes that something wrong had happened to him—worse than to her.

"Nothing good," he sighed. His thoughts were running in his mind like a railway and bumped into each other, making a huge explosion in his brain. Something cracked in him.

"Will you tell me, or should I pull it out from you?" Ámbar asked in a joking way. She knew that Manuel wanted to share something with her, but he was still under its effect.