"It can't be..." Heather frowned and looked at her phone.
"She couldn't reach you and... you know, she's super mad, well, at least she sounds like this." Jess said with fake concern. "She found our landline number in an old online directory. This Victorian house is old, and the phone has been here forever. Your dad showed up, wanted to see you, but you weren't home." They were blatantly lying, just clumsily juggling the facts. If Heather had more brains, she would have figured it out, but because she had been lying herself for so long, she got confused and took the bait.
I'm living in a house of lies. Damn.
"I'd hurry home if I were you," Ishani added.
Heather looked at them suspiciously. "I need to make a call," she said, grabbing her phone and walking into another room.
"I'll be right back," I said, nodding gratefully to Ishani and, I can't believe it, Jess.
Bianca was standing on the porch. She rushed towards me.
"Mel," Bianca had tears in her eyes, "you misunderstood everything."
"What did I misunderstand? You didn't invite me to your birthday, but I still showed up, and now I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have come."
"No, Mel! That was my plan."
"What plan? To come out as straight?"
"The plan was to get back at Irene. She's been in love with Dick since first grade. The kiss was staged. I don't even like that jerk."
"All of this for Irene? The party? The gross kiss with Dick, seriously, what a stupid name!"
"It was all before you. I'm not straight. I swear."
"How much do you have to hate someone to start making out with a guy?"
"You haven't been in my shoes at that school!"
"Of course not. You're a celebrity, and I'm a nobody."
"That's not what I meant. They don't matter. I want to be with you."
"You didn't invite me to your birthday, didn't say anything, you chose revenge over me. You and Ishani are so obsessed with Irene that you're willing to trample over others just to see her humiliated. She had already been humiliated several times before the party. Why couldn't you stop there? Why go so far?"
"I don't know! I don't know, Mel! Our rivalry started long before you came to this town," Bianca took my hands. "I looked for you yesterday, I found your gift. It's the best, the most wonderful... Please, Mel, believe me."
"So this is where you disappeared to, Mel," Heather said, stepping onto the porch. "Who's this, Mel darling?" She carefully observed Bianca, her gaze stopping on our hands.
"Who are you?" Bianca snapped.
"I'm Heather, Mel's girlfriend. Didn't she tell you anything? What a shame. By the way, you're a bit late to the party." she tried to put her arm around my waist.
"I'm not your girlfriend, Heather, I'm nobody's girlfriend. Just leave already." I was desperate. Heather seemed to have completely lost it. I remember her acting like this in middle school when she didn't want to share me with anyone, but back then it seemed so cute; I felt like her special friend. Now, it was getting out of control.
"I'm leaving, sweetie. I'll call you later," she said, brushing past Bianca, bumping her shoulder.
"What's your problem, bitch?" Bianca turned and glared at her.
"You're not her type. I'm the one who's known her since childhood, and how long have you known her? A week or two?" Heather said mockingly. She was taller and more imposing compared to Bianca, who looked like a classic white princess from a children's fairytale: soft, fair, wavy hair and a blue dress with a thin silver belt, hinting at '80s fashion.
"What are you talking about?" Bianca clenched her fists.
"Bianca, let's go inside," I said through gritted teeth, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the house.
"Bye-bye!" said Heather. She said it in a sweet voice, but I heard some sinister hints in her tone.
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