Striking Lies

Chapter Ten: Guess who didn't say anything, exactly.

Chapter Ten:

                By the looks of it, I would be able to easily slide out of paying attention to Ms. Archer’s science class for at least a couple of weeks. They are still going over Astronomy! That’s pretty old for me by now. Now I have a free period just to do anything I really want to.  Things have changed a bit, since we got back from Vermont. 

Lately I have been passing notes with Tanner, talking more and more about each other’s lives.

“So whose fault was the accident?”

He asked me this time in science. It was barely Tuesday of this week and I was already regretting not sleeping last night.

“I don’t know. They hadn’t ruled it yet, why?”

 I asked back, turning in my seat to hand him the note now. See how much nicer I get when I actually know the person? I thought smiling at him as he took it from my grasp, whispering a thank you in my direction. I nod, and then look forward at my sleeping, eating, reading, and drawing classmates and I think one was crying in the corner, oh wait! That might have been Ms. Archer. Poor girl.

I roll my eyes and catch the note in my palm after Tanner whistles at me softly, telling me to hold out my hand and be aware of the flying balled up note we pass to each other.

“Just wondering, figured you needed someone to talk to about it.”

He wrote back, making me turn to him, glaring a bit but understanding he was just a worried friend. He sends me back a smirk, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at even the thought of bring it up. I turned again, catching the details he puts on his words, the way he curves his lowercase letters. Making them almost hard to read but I have gotten used to his jumbled up writing and almost been able to read all of it, with a few exceptions of course.

I write back,

“Well I have two therapists, at least four teachers at my old school, and my parents to tell you I don’t. But thanks :)”

Adding on a smiley face to soften the mood, and then scrunching up the letter and pretending to yawn, dropping the note on his desk once my hands are back enough. I brought them back to me and glanced over my shoulder at his wide-eyed expression of laughter. A few moments later and it was back on my desk, not hearing a whistle from his mouth to even signal me to be prepared.

“Sorry I brought it up.”

He wrote and it made me glance back at him. His brown hair in a fury of sliding down his face, his bright blue eyes (yeah they changed back) standing out from under his bangs, his yellow Hollister shirt standing out from his blue jeans and black tennis shoes that Andrew let him borrow. We all had been hanging out a lot lately, ever since Vermont.

Last weekend, we all decided to go over to Andrew’s house. Now, I have known Andrew since sixth grade, but I have only been over his house maybe twice since then. It seems like ever since Holly and him started to get closer, he has been starting to pull away from me, which scares me because he's my other best friend. He's the one who would pick me up every time I would fall on the slopes, the one who would tag along with me in the hallways of Autumn Lake, and he was the one who would always be by my bed side when I got sick and couldn't go to school, he even would talk to me about his artsy-of-a-girlfriend, who by the way was broken up with, shortly after the Vermont trip. I am honestly happy for the two of them, but they don't even pick me up anymore, usually making me ride home with Tanner or Ivy. It sucks when your two best friends are "dating" each other. Even when they don't say anything about it.

 Tanner and I both agreed to start a bet, seeing who out of the two (Holly or Andrew) would announce first in front of both of us that they had begun dating. I mean it was clear they already where, I even suspected it when we were in Vermont, by the way they looked at each other now rather than they had when I was with them at Autumn High