>>> End of School >>>
As I’m walking towards the exit, my phone begins vibrating in my pocket. Incoming Call from Mathew Hudson. What could Matt want with me?
“Hey,” I murmur, sliding my phone open.
“Oh. Hey Faye. Umm, how are you?” he asks hesitantly.
“I’m fine, thanks. How are you?”
“Good, good. Shakila called me earlier...” he trails off sounding uncomfortable.
“Okay. And?” I encourage slowly.
“Well, she told me you have a new boyfriend. I just wanted to say I’m glad you moved on so quickly. I hope we’re still friends though?” he tries.
“Matt, it’s been a month. You really expected me to mope around and feel pathetic forever? I’ll be honest, when I first found out you were cheating, I was upset. But then I realised you cheating had nothing to do with me,” I murmur crossly. What a prick he can be!
“And I’m sorry! I never meant to hurt you, Faye,” he apologises. By now, I’m outside school and in the process of walking home.
“It’s fine. It’s over and life goes on,” I comfort.
“Yeah. Thanks. So, umm, I’m having this little party at my place tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to come? You could bring your boyfriend and all,” he offers, again sounding hesitant.
“Umm, no thanks Matt. I rather not spend any time in the same room as Shakila as far as possible,” I mumble awkwardly.
“Please come. I’ll get Shak to lay off you. It’ll be great,” he pleads.
“Erm, let me check with my boyfriend. If he’s free, I’ll see if we can swing by your place tonight,” I lie easily.
“Awesome. It starts at seven,” he murmurs before disconnecting the call.
Oh God! I knew lying would make things messy! But if this is what it takes to get Shakila off my back, it’s totally worth it. Now I just need a boyfriend.
I punch in Logan’s number and wait patiently for him to pick up his cell. “Hello?” he breathes, sounding tired.
“Lolo! It’s me, Faye,” I great, immediately feeling light.
“Hey Faye! What’s up?” he demands, still a little breathless.
“Are you busy Lolo?”
“Not really. I was at football practice. I’m on break now, so spit it out,” he encourages.
“Okay. So Ryder drove me to school today and gave me some advice. He said if I wanted the girls at school to stop calling me a prude, I needed to show them that I’m not one,” I explain quickly.
“I don’t like where this is going,” he sighs.
“Anyway, I told him I wouldn’t compromise my integrity and become a slut to keep people from making up gossip about me. Then Ryder said I didn’t actually have to be a slut, I just need to lie to them and make it sound like I’m not a prude. And I scoffed and all. But the moment I met Shakila in school today, the lie kind of tumbled out!” I moan quietly.
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Novela JuvenilLife's tough. High School is hell. And falling in love may possibly be the worst of all! Enter Faye Malcolm, a sixteen year old who has been raised in a broken family. She's nearly always broke, her mother is constantly too busy to bat her an eyelas...
