It's just me and you

Chapter 17- lies

Scarlett's POV

I finally make it home after grading hundreds of my students papers. I can't even begin to understand how some of them got accepted into such a prestigious school like Brown. Most of them don't even know the difference between their, there, and they're, it's truly outrageous. Worst of all, some of them have handwriting worse than a kindergartner, trust me I would know.

It took me a couple hours after y/n's detention for me to grade these papers and I haven't even finished the job. Right now all I want to do is lie down and go to sleep, which is exactly what I'm going to do. I can grade the rest tomorrow, I don't know when exactly but I know I'll find the time.

As I walk through my living room I immediately notice Colin sitting on the couch. That's odd, he's never awake this late. Certainly not on a week night. I look at my phone and see that it's 11:30pm, what could he possibly be awake for?

I slowly walk over to him "You alright?"

He stares into blank space completely disregarding my question.

"Are you okay?" I ask concerned.

Once again, he ignored me.

I'm guessing he wants to start another one of his meaningless arguments, which I frankly don't have the energy for.

I sigh "Colin, I'm really tired. I don't have the time for this." I say annoyed.

He looks at me and laughs "Apparently you have the time for everyone else but me." He says.

I furrow my brows confused "What are you talking about?" I ask.

He scoffs and grabs something behind him and holds it up. I am then met with an all too familiar jacket. The jacket that started everything. The jacket that y/n had given to me the day at the club, the day that I met her. I forgot to give it back. Fuck, how could I be so ignorant.

He gestures towards the jacket "Look I'm no tailor but I believe this jacket would be too big for you." He says.

Think of something Scarlett, think. I'm not exactly an expert at lying but I'm good at keeping the truth hidden and only giving away small details.

He sighs and grabs the jacket, putting it on "I know for a fact that this jacket isn't mine for two reasons. One, it does not fit, it's a little too big. Two, I have never seen this piece of clothing in my life. Now I need you to tell me who it belongs to." He says angrily.

Come on, Think.

Think.

Got it...

"It belongs to me." I lie. Technically at the moment it does indeed belong to me.

He smiles "Remember that time during O.J Simpsons trial, the court made him put on gloves to prove that he committed the crime? Well I want you to put this jacket on to prove that it's in fact, not yours." He says sternly.

Wow. That was completely insensitive.

He hands me the jacket "What are you waiting for? Try it on." He demands.

I know for a fact that this jacket will not fit me. It's y/n's, it fits her. This jacket was a gift from her father. Wait It was from her father, I can use that.

I sigh "Colin, this jacket was my fathers. My mother was recently going through his clothing and decided to send me this as a memory, so I could carry on a piece of him." I say.

I know it's a little dark but hopefully it's believable.

His eyes widen in shock but his face quickly shifts into one of relief and sorrow. I can see that he regrets ever bringing anything up. It makes me feel a million times more guilty for even lying about it. God I'm definitely going to hell.