Playing With Fire

The Truth Doesn't Always Set You Free

AN: Hey hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, thre's been a lot of butt-kicking going on, but it's all explained in the authors note at the end of the chapter! So, yeah, there's a picture of Dillon (Alexander Ludwig) for you to admire. Isn't he perfect? Now, without further ado, here's one way overdue chapter!

"Oh my god," Callie murmured as we stared at the TV in complete shock. The announcer was still talking, but neither of us were listening anymore.

"So, yeah," Lorenzo's voice comes from over the phone. We all remain silent for a second before I finally find the words to say.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about that for now. You know what we can do? I know! Let's play a little game called 'Someone Please Tell Blaire Why Everyone Keeps Saying They Know Who Killed Lacie.' Yeah? Okay good, how about Callie starts."

"Oh, fuck this, I will be over in like a minute. Don't start telling her without me," Lorenzo says. There's a click as he hangs up and Callie walks over to the kitchen.

"Coffee?" Callie calls, and I just respond with a grunt that could be taken either way. She walks into the kitchen while I flop down on the couch with a loud groan. This can't be happening. I am not the girlfriend of someone who's being wrongly accused of murder and the best friend of someone who knows the murderer.

"Did she start without me?" Lorenzo gasps, bursting in through the back door.

"No, I'm just getting some coffee. Want some?" Callie calls from the kitchen.

"Yes please. Black," Lorenzo calls back. He then walks over to the couch, lifts up my legs, sits down, and puts them back down on his lap.

"Carrying three coffee mugs is hard," Callie whines. Lorenzo grumbles about how it's not that hard, but he gets up from the couch and goes to help her anyways. I sit up when the two come out of the kitchen, take my cup from Lorenzo, and set it down on the coffee table while they make themselves comfortable.

"What the actual fuck?" I screech when they're all settled in.

"Please don't scream like that, I'm so hungover," Lorenzo groans.

"How are you guys so calm? We're about to discuss a murder, to which you know the murderer," I try to take my voice down a little, but it doesn't work very well.

"Look, Blaire, I know it sounds bad. But seriously, murder is just...too strong of a word. It was an accident," Callie mumbles.

"An accident? How do you accidentally end someone's life?" I ask.

"Actually, that's relatively easy. For example, drunk drivers don't mean to kill people, they just sometimes do," Lorenzo points out.

"Now is not the time for your logic, Lorenzo," I hiss. "And what about the note? You said she was 'clearly murdered.' How can you be clearly murdered on accident?"

"If you would just shut up," Callie starts, but I interrupt her.

"And you! You debated her murder with me over pancakes!"

"Oh, what was I supposed to do? Tell this girl that I met the day before 'oh yeah, I know who killed her. You actually befriended them yesterday.' Or was I just supposed to refuse to talk about it? Because that's not totally suspicious, especially not with Haylee walking around the school accusing Dillon and I of killing her?" Callie yells back.

"I don't know! But you could have told me something more!"

"I told you exactly what the damn note said!"

"You told me you didn't remember exactly what the note said!"

"Alright, ladies. Maybe we should take a breath here. Fighting isn't exactly the best use of our time," Lorenzo tries to reason with us, but neither of us are listening to a word he's saying.