Romeo & Juliet (of the 20th century)

Part 7: Getting Good at Lying

Posting this just as I'm hitting the halfway point with the next chapter! Eee! Everything's picking up and I can't wait to write about everything unfolding. Let me know what you think!

ps- Do you like Aiyden or Devin more? Hmmm

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See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! 


O that I were a glove upon that hand, 


that I might touch that cheek! 

“Back to the school, Ten?”

Devin asked as he and Jackson looked up at me from the their card game while I prepared to leave. I pretended to busy myself with the lint that was collecting on my shirt as I lied.

“Yep.” I breathed out smoothly. I was getting increasingly better at this whole deception thing.

“Well damn, how long is your advisor making you do this for?” Devin pouted.

I assumed I got away with the lie because their attention was soon back to the game on the kitchen table.

“Yeah, really. You can’t keep spending your days and nights at the school. People are going to start talking.” Jack joined in.

I rolled my eyes and continued to play it cool.

“But guys, the high school is the only place I can go to do my drugs and order my prostitutes so I have to be there for extended periods of time.”

Jackson slammed his fist on the table, making an incredibly loud cracking noise that I’m sure alarmed the entire street.

“A-HA! I knew it! I knew it and I told you Dev. My sister has become a crack whore in the last 48 hours.”

“Hardy har har. I’ll be back soon. You won’t even have time to miss me.”

In unison, Devin and Jackson both chimed: “But we never miss you.”

With a smile, I walked threw the open door and headed to the school. It was a distance away, but nothing unmanageable and I had yet to arrive their panting and out of breath.

My black flats bounced against the pavement as the gap between the school and I got smaller. It was disgustingly warm out today, so I opted for my high-waisted jean shorts with a white gypsy fitting top that I tucked in. Despite the cool breeze my outfit afforded me, I was still sweating by the time I reached the courtyard.

“Hey, Tenley.”

I’d heard that voice almost constantly for the last two days and would be able to distinguish it from anyone else in a matter of seconds. I bounded up to him out of sheer excitement.

“Hi, Aiyden.” I could tell I had one of those big, embarrassing, goofy looking smiles, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. “I hope you haven’t been waiting too long?”

“Nope, just an hour or three.”

I flicked him in the side with my fingers.

“Drama queen.” I muttered.

“Well you’re just a jerk. Picking on a cripple like that. It’s inhumane I tell you!”

“I’m going to choose to ignore your comment, Aiyden Hampton, and instead switch the subject to our schedule for today.”

He was dressed in his typical orange jump suit, and the brightness of it combined with the sun made it feel like my eye sockets were being burnt when I looked at him.