Katie looked at me in that way, saying we needed to talk in private. I guess I'll have no other choice than to tell her now... We stood up and walked to the back of the school where we knew no one ever comes but us.
Once we were out of sight of all the other students Katie turned to me. "What was he talking about Grace?" She asked almost glaring at me. The tone she asked it in made me shudder as I replied "I.. uh.." Well, at least I tried to answer her question. "What did he mean? He knows who you 'really' are?" She yelled at me, making air quotations around the word "really" and taking a step closer, probably too close to be safe. Her attitude was freaking me out, I'd never seen her act like this before, towards anyone.
"It's nothing..I.. he's bluffing. Lying. Just wanted to freak me out." I spoke, wanting her to believe my white lie. "Grace.. I saw the look in your eyes. You looked terrified. No way you would be if there wasn't some truth in what he said. Maybe he doesn't know, but either way, you're not who you claim to be." She said, calmer now, obviously noticing my distress about this situation.
I sighed and closed my eyes for a minute. "I think it's better if you sit down.." I told her, my voice calm while I was exploding on the inside. I guess it's just the way Marcel said it, and the way he looked at me that made her act this way, because we both know he wasn't lying while he said it. He actually knows who I am and she deserves to know this too. "Okay, Katie, I know you'll probably hate me after hearing this and I know you won't wanna be my friend anymore when you know, just know that I never meant to hurt you, or anyone for that matter. Just try to understand my side of the story... please?" I pleaded as we both sat down, her leaning against a tree and me just sitting in front of her, looking anywhere but those demanding eyes. She frowned as I talked to her, "you're making it sound like you did something horrible..." She said unsure, almost worried even. I gave her a sad smile in response and started right from the beginning.
"We both know I've only been going to this school for like.. 2 years now. Before that, I went to art school, I was pretty known there because everyone there was like us, bad ass. But I wasn't. Not back then. I was sweet, caring, had good grades, teachers liked me, students hated me. I was myself. After 3 years of going there, some stupid accident happened and I was blamed for it. I got kicked out of school and everyone thought I was just faking being sweet and caring all along, waiting for the right moment. I gave them what they wanted. I changed my name to Grace, moved to this school and became what they thought I was. I started smoking, drinking, going to parties every weekend and occasionally doing drugs. I had a one-night-stand with one fucking guy and suddenly I was the school's slut, started dressing almost gothic I suppose and in the end, it all ended the same, everyone hates me because now.. I'm pretty sure you do too..." I ended my story, finally looking up from the grass to look at a stunned Katie.
Her mouth wide open, tears in her eyes and firsts clenched shut. I frowned looking at her knuckles which had turned white already. "I.. I can go if you want me to.." I slowly said, starting to stand up. "Stay..? I just.. have so many questions right now." She looked up, holding her arm out at me as a sign for me to stay. "And I'll answer them all, truthfully. I just really don't want to lose this friendship. Just know that even though I lied about my name, everything else was true. I really do care for you." I told her honestly. She deserves to know who I really am.
"Okay, uhm.. first question, what's your real name?" She frowned, as if to think about more questions to ask, which I know she'll have plenty. "Please don't laugh.. I hate it. It's Angel." She grinned "I'm so gonna tease you with that!" She laughed out loud and asked another question. "So how come you've never told me any of this? Why do I have to hear from some nerd first..?" Honestly, I don't even know. I just never thought there was a possibility of anyone knowing so I actually wasn't planning on ever telling her this. That's also what I gave her as an answer. "I guess that makes sense... I uhm... I just have one more question.." She seemed afraid to ask, which made me frown, why would she be? I told her my biggest secret ever, she knows I trust her. "Sure, go ahead." I smiled reassuring her that it's okay. "How does Marcel know?" As soon as the words left her mouth, it all made sense.
Marcel! Of course! How could I not see this before? My eyes grew wide as I hurried to my feet and dragged her with me. We have to find Marcel. Only then I'll be sure, but I think I finally know where I knew him from, he's not who he claims to be either. He's not a nerd, he's a jock. He's not smart, he's plain ass fucking stupid. He's not innocent at all, and if anything, he's even worse than I am. He used to be like me now, it's funny. It actually just looks like we switched lives. Only everyone still hates me, and adores him. That doesn't make sense though, he became me, I became him, and still I'm the one getting hate? Still, he's the one loved by everyone. What have I done wrong? I'm not that bad. I don't deal drugs, I just take them sometimes, actually, only once! I never killed anyone or even bullied someone. Sure, I'm a bit off a slut, if you believe what others tell you though, and my clothes aren't always neat and hell I know I can be a total bitch at times. But I'm just like him.
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ContoThey judged her for her clothing, her make-up and her personality. But little did they know she wasn't as much of a bad girl as they thought she was.
