War

Chapter Eight

Amity

"Lie," Gus stated with confidence, "You never broke your leg when you were younger." He leaned back against the tree after answering.

"So you think the other two statements are truths?" I deadpanned and he seemed to regret his decision.

"Actually, can I change my answer?" He rushed to correct himself.

"Nope, too late," I denied him, "and you are wrong," I answered. "I had broken my leg when I was younger. The crutches were horrible and that entire recovery period was a nightmare. But, I win." I stated truthfully with a winning grin.

"No fair! I've never been good at two truths and a lie!" He shouted instantly, throwing his arms up in exaggeration.

"That makes more sense. Because I was really laying it on thick and I've always been a little terrible at lying. That's why I was so bad at theater." I recalled with a bit of laughter slipping out.

"You were in the theater?" He asked, stepping forward and tilting his head in interest.

"Well, it was a required course. But Boscha and I were never too good at it." I paused. "Actually, she did make a good villain now that I think about it." I shrugged with a small smile. Grinning at my own joke and feeling a phantom punch to my shoulder Boscha no doubt would have given me if she were here. "It was always more Skara's thing. But at least she made it fun." I spoke before my mind slipped into a memory. 

... ... ... ...

"How was that?" I raised a brow and lowered my arms. My eyes shifted between my two friends before me with vastly different expressions on their faces.

"Honestly?" Boscha started. "It was..."

"Awful. It was awful." Skara cut in.

"Skara!" Boscha's head snapped towards her in surprise.

"What? Usually, I'm the nice one but music and theater are my favorite art forms. And that?" She gestured towards me. "Was not art."

"Amiity..." Boscha started weerily.

"No, it's okay Boscha, she's right. I only volunteered to do this to help Skara. I actually think that we've finally taught Skara to speak her mind." A smile slipped onto my face as I regarded her with a warm look. "And that is not a bad thing."

"Well, you also had to pretend to be in love with a prince in that scene so..." Boscha trailed off.

"Yeah, it was not going to work out. Maybe try to imagine a princess next time?" Skara said with a knowing grin.

"Okay!" I exclaimed feeling my face grow warm. "How about we move on to something else huh?" I suggested. 

"Poor Amity." Skara walked toward me before throwing an arm around my shoulder and started to walk me out of the room. Boscha rolled her eyes and grabbed Skara's backpack before throwing it over her shoulder and following after us. "You're never going to get a girlfriend that way." She commented. 

"I rather not embarrass myself in even attempting." I immediately stated while shaking my hands in front of me in embarrassment. "Besides, I'd like to focus on my studies and who has the time for dating with the softball schedule we have this year?" I questioned while regarding them with a look.

"Oh for sure. I can barely keep up with this and band." Skara instantly cut in with agreement.

Boscha just shrugged as she moved to fall into step beside us. "All I got is softball." She spoke quietly without much thought.