Striking Lies

Chapter Thrity Eight: I think your everlasting frown is a little troubling.

Chapter Thirty Eight:

                                  Here I stood, in the door way of Tomas River High, mouth completely dropped and my stance slowing down. There stood Taylor with her hands locked inside of Tanners, both of them laughing at the top of the staircase, yelling down to the largest group of kids at the very bottom.

I slammed the doors open to the school, continuing to walk inside and catching my name in their quite loud conversation.

“Yes I was there! She actually pulled him out of the party!” Taylor shouted to the kids beneath her, allowing her face to encase a smug grin when she caught my eye.

“Ah, and there she is now!” She added, pointing in my direction.

Oh the things I can call her.

I shook my head, dropping my book bag down by my feet, pulling my hair back in a pony tail and beginning to walk towards them.

I think I may be coming off as if I want to fight. Though I always come off as if I want to fight.

The kids moved almost suddenly when I began to cut through them to reunite me and Taylor.

She continued to chant, almost excited to hear me make up a lie to get out of this.

We all know I have something up my sleeve.

I stopped midstride, staring up at Taylor with Tanner practically around her finger. He stood next to her, listening to the fights that I always get myself into, and now that I think about it he has never done anything to break up these fights. He doesn’t step in, he doesn’t go on my side, he doesn’t do anything but clean me up after and lately he hasn’t even been doing that.

I laughed briefly, needing a bit more time to think up a plan. Something to get her off my back so I can just leave and go about my day. But I think I just realized something that has been in front of me this entire time.

She. Was. Never. Going. To. Stop. Until. She. Got. What. She. Wanted.

But what was that?

Tanner? She’s done a pretty good job at getting herself to him.

Popularity? She’s always had that and she won’t be getting any of it from me.

Then what?

“Isn’t this game getting at all tiring for you Taylor?” I asked her, emerging at the bottom of the tall staircase. I never realized how high up it goes.

Taylor (with her prissy overly-dramatic attitude) apparently took offence to this.

“Just about as tired as you look climbing that staircase.” She remarked, as if that hurt me in anyway.

Dude, I’m 5’3, weighing in at 115 and I’m athletic. So yeah, real bullet through my heart there.

I stopped, finding her remark as lame and poorly used possible. I’m not sure if I went into a laughter fit or an asthma attack; either way I couldn’t breathe.

“Oh, I’m sorry; not every person in this school is as anorexic as you are.” I said, not hiding the slight laughter riddling my tone.

Her jaw dropped and I began to make my way back down the steps, afraid that if I keep going up she’ll make another fat joke about me.

I finally got to the bottom when I noticed how everyone’s eyes were practically popping out of their heads. I got so close to asking them what was wrong when I turned to find out myself.