Liar's Desire ✔️

6| Recalling the Past

Carlos's POV

The only reason I went to my old school was to get some stuff from the main office. I had left a notebook in my locker and since it had my name on it, they called my parents so that way I could collect it. 

"I haven't seen you in a while," the lady at the front desk said. Her hair was blonde and really curly and she wore red lipstick, she looked like she was straight out of a 90's film. 

"Maybe it's because I transferred schools," I replied. 

She rolled her eyes and slammed the notebook on the table, "Here you go."

I took the notebook and left. It wasn't that important, it just had some notes from my old missions that my dad sent me on when I was younger. Luckily, it had a lock on it. 

Honestly, I was really mad about the whole 'Carlos and Stephanie's mission' thing. I had only known her for a little over a month, A MONTH! She knew way more about me than I knew about her, but not for long. 

Knock knock. 

"Hey Stephanie!" I exclaimed, "Lets hang out, I'm paying." 

We got into the car and I told my driver to take us to the mall. 

"So, any plans for New Years?" I asked her. 

"My mom is working and my dad usually just sleeps so not much," Stephanie responded. 

"Does your mom work a lot?" I asked.

"Why's it any of your business?" she responded. 

"Well you know almost everything about me so I think it's fair I get to know some more about you," I said. 

That was a lie. She only new a portion of my life and it was going to stay that way. 

"Oh yeah, the bullying---," she began. 

I could see our driver was pretty intrigued in our conversation through the rear view mirror. 

I interrupted her, "Tell me about yourself." 

"Is that a demand?" she asked. 

"I'll buy you whatever you want," I offered. 

She smiled and rolled her eyes, "Okay, fine."

"If you keep rolling your eyes they might get stuck like that," I said. 

She mockingly stuck her tongue out at me and took a deep breathe, "My grandma sends us a lot of money every year for my birthday. She wanted it to go towards my college funds but they spend it on other stuff." 

"Like the at home gym?" I asked, "Maybe you should invite me over again! I didn't get to use the dummy to practice fighting on! Though, you probably use that a lot." 

She shoved my arm a little, "Stop it you meanie! You'd probably break that too! But to answer your question, yeah, my dad spent it on the at home gym. Not like he'll ever use it."  

"You're really wearing short sleeves in the winter?" she laughed. 

She looked at my arms but didn't take her eyes off of them. 

"Admiring all my muscle?" I said, though my muscle didn't even show unless I flexed my arms. 

"No, the burn marks," she said, "And the scars." 

"I guess it is pretty cold outside," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt and putting on a jacket. 

"Don't ignore what I just said," Stephanie exclaimed, "I know you heard me!" 

If the driver heard our conversation my parents would not be happy at all, I needed to find a way to shut her up. 

Stephanie kept on bickering on and on about how I was ignorant and how I should care more about what had happened in my old school. She started talking about how I was rude and always walked off mid conversation, which I admit I did a lot. 

In an attempt to shut her up, I put my finger to her lips.

"We're at the mall Stephanie, grab your bag and let's go," I said. 

I stood next to her in a jewelry store and I could tell she was still thinking about what had happened in the car. 

"Are you mad at me?" she said, "I'm really sorry about what happened in the car." 

"You wouldn't stop talking Stephanie! I thought you would realize not to talk about the bullying stuff again!" I said. I couldn't help but feel bad that everyone just kept on apologizing to me. First Tristan had a complete melt down and now the look on Stephanie's face made me feel really bad about yelling at her. 

"Oh yeah! Completely forgot about that!" she said, "Yep, I understand." 

She seemed a little disappointed and her cheery voice made it seem like she was just pretending everything was okay. Now I felt even worse about yelling at her. 

"Je veux celle-ici!" she said, pointing to the bracelet in front of her, "I want this one!" 

"D'accord, je vais acheter celui-ci," I responded, "Fine, I'll buy this one." 

I took the bracelet and went up to the front desk. 

"Tu parle français!?" she exclaimed, "You speak French!?" 

"No, I was obviously speaking spanish," I responded. 

"That'll be five thousand dollars and we only take card," the woman at the desk said. 

I took out my debit card and gave it to her. She scanned it and gave me the bracelet in a little bag that had the stores logo on it, "Come again!" 

"You didn't have to actually buy that one! You could've asked me to buy a different one!" Stephanie said. 

"I'm sorry for yelling at you," I said. The last person I apologized to was Tristan, which was a while ago. I kept saying sorry for trying to buy my way into their school. The worst part was the fact that I was genuinely sorry because they made me feel so bad about trying to 'buy my way in.' 

Now Tristan was the one who was sorry. He was pathetic, horrible, and malicious.