Faking

Chapter 13

A week has passed since I met Gabriel.

I couldn't find it in myself to tell Tristan what really happened. He deserved to know, but not from me.

Grayson needs to tell him.

They were probably really good friends and a girl like her should not have gotten in their way.

Every time I thought about Gabriel, I wanted to go and rip her head off.

If you haven't noticed, I am very violent.

I have been trying to avoid Tristan because whenever I look at him, I feel like I have to tell him. He was also wondering where I was when I skipped my class last week.

Grayson was trying to avoid me after I hugged him.

Huh.

Currently, everyone was getting very excited for Thanksgiving break.

We could leave our school for about a week and we could go back home.

Grace has called me several times trying to convince me to go to her house. I was hesitating because staying at Grace's house meant staying with Grayson.

I still didn't know what my feelings for Grayson was.

We barely talked for the past week except that I tried talking to him while he kept on avoiding me.

Suddenly, Vincent came over and put his right arm on my shoulder.

We had study hall and we were supposed to be doing homework, but I was zoning out.

Vincent said, "What are you doing over the break?"

I said, "I'm thinking of either staying here or going to Grace's house. She invited me to come over to her house."

At the mention of Grace's name, Vincent smiled at me mischievously.

Uh-oh. That expression meant trouble.

He said, "Well, since you insist that you can't decide what to do, I will just go to Grace's house with you! I can probably convince my mom to let me stay with you. She will totally understand."

He started calling his mom and his mom, Candy, picked up after three rings.

Vincent said, "Hey mom! I can't go home for break! I have to go uh study with my friends at his house."

I could hear Candy laughing and she said, "You? You are studying?! You don't even study when you are in school!!" I heard more laughter in the background.

I was trying my best not to laugh out loud but I was failing miserably. People who were doing their homework looked over at us and we must have looked crazy. Vincent was pouting while I looked like I could barely breathe from trying not to laugh.

Vincent whined and said, "Mommmm.. I do study! Just not as much as others.."

Okay, I couldn't take it anymore.

I burst out laughing and all our class mates even Tristan and Grayson looked at me like I was crazy.

Suddenly, I heard a little girl's voice instead of Vincent's mom. It sounded so cute.

She said, "Hey brother!"

Vincent suddenly smiled brightly and said, "SISTER!"

I just shook my head. I didn't know he had a younger sister.

Vincent was listening to what his sister was saying like it was god speaking to him.

He's cute just like his sister. He must like her a lot.

Suddenly, I really missed my brother Marco.

The last time I called my mom, she said he was okay but he still hasn't woken up.

Vincent hanged up the phone and said, "My mom said yes! Now you just need to tell Grace that I am coming!"

I looked at him about to say okay when Vincent snatched my phone from me and started putting Grace's phone number on his phone.

He said, "Nevermind. You seem too busy to call Grace. I will go call her right now." He left the room soon after.

I smiled and just shook my head at him.

I was finally about to start homework when Tristan came over to me and said, "Why have you been avoiding me?"

I avoided eye contact and said, "No I'm not."

He said, "You're not looking at me."

I stood up suddenly and searched for someone else to talk to.

I found Grayson and went over to him.

Tristan looked hurt. I felt so guilty but I pulled Grayson out of the classroom.

When we were far from the classroom, I shouted at Grayson.

I said, "YOU NEED TO TELL TRISTAN WHAT REALLY HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU AND GABRIEL!"

Grayson's expression turned cold and he said, "How do you know that?"

I inwardly shivered because he looked really mad.

I stepped back cautiously.

He came walked closer to me.

I stepped back again but my back hit the wall. Oh great.

Grayson was now right in front of me and our faces were inches apart.

He said slowly this time, "Who told you?"

I said, "No one. I just figured it out."

He looked like he didn't believe me.

He said, "You were gone last week. Were you gone because of this?"

Damn, he's so smart.

I think he understood from my expression because he stepped back and said, "Don't talk to me about this. Mind your own business."

Even though I understood where he was coming from what he said still hurt me.

He left soon after without even saying bye.

I sighed and walked back into the classroom.

Rest of the day went by with nothing special happening.

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It was finally Thanksgiving break and we could go home.

I packed all my old, girl clothes because Grace and Grayson knew that I was a girl.

I was supposed to meet Grace by her school five minutes ago, but I was running late. Also, I kind of woke up late.

I locked the door to my room and ran out the door.

Soon, I arrived and found two huge cars with Grace, Grayson, and Vincent standing next to them.

Grayson said, "Oh look who decided to finally show up."

Grace slapped his shoulder and glared at him. She turned to look at me with a smile saying it was okay while I kept on saying sorry.

We were about to get into the cars when Grace said, "WAIT! I FORGOT TO BRING SOMETHING FROM MY ROOM! I'm going to bring it so you guys just go ahead! I can drive myself or just get a taxi."

Something was telling me that this was a lie.

I was about to tell her that I will wait for her when Vincent said, "Wait! I can wait for you and we can drive to your house together with my car."

Grace's face soured and she looked like she didn't like this idea. I was getting suspicious. She seemed to notice this because she forced a smile and nodded at Vincent.

Vincent walked towards Grace and said bye to Grayson and I.

As Grace passed me, she whispered, "Good luck with Grayson."

What was that supposed to mean?