intoxicated

eight

"You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time,
But that's ok, I'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine." - twentyonepilots, Tear in my heart

jack ritson: hey

me: hi

jack ritson: any idea what to get ur bro for his birthday?

Almost disappointed that's the only reason he's texting me, I type out my reply.

me: no

Sighing, I turn my attention back to Mrs. Hill, who's still talking about the phases of mitosis. Ugh. I've always hated Biology. So, when my phone vibrates in my pocket again, I don't hesitate to pull it out. Anything to distract me from this bulls.hit, I think.

jack ritson:  think of somethingggg

me: i honestly dont know i suck at presents

jack ritson: well what else do you suck at ;)))))

me: oh my god

me: bye im blocking you nice knowing u

jack ritson: nooo

jack ritson: i was only kidding babe

me: dont babe me after that u fuc.kboy

jack ritson: why not babe

"Who are you texting?" Stacey whispers, making me jump a little.

"No one." I answer, stuffing my phone back in my pocket. This time, I ignore it when it vibrates again.

Stacey rolls her eyes, "Come on, Ash! Who was it?"

"It was just my brother, Stace." I lie, not wanting to cause Stacey to freak out today once again. Especially since she dropped the whole Jack thing, after I convinced her there actually wasn't a "Jack thing", but I don't think convincing her a second time would be quite as easy.

Stacey rolls her eyes yet again next to me. "Okay, no. It wasn't. Like, I know you love your brother and all, but I sincerely hope you weren't actually texting him right now. Because if your brother is the one that's making you all smiley-miley, then don't talk to me. Incest is so fuc.king disgusting, Ash."

I lightly hit her on her arm and snicker, "Oh my god, no!"

Stacey smiles triumphantly at me, "So, who were you really texting?"

"I already told you-" I begin to protest but am cut off by a groan.

"And don't tell me it's your brother, because I'm not as dumb as you'd like me to be."

I sigh, thinking of another way out of this. "Fine, it was Lola."

My best friend stares at me intensely, like she did earlier this morning, trying to figure out wether I'm telling the truth or not. "...and you didn't tell me that in the beginning because...?"

"Because..." Okay, think of something, quick! "we're planning a birthday party for you! Surprise!" I say, trying to sound as excited as possible.

But my friend stays emotionless. "My birthday is in four months, Ash."

"Well, you know me, always planning ahead!" I say, cursing myself for not being able to make up good lies on the spot. I blame it on the fact that I've never liked lying. So why am I doing it now? Stupid Jack. So now, I'm cursing Jack for turning me into a liar. A horrible liar, that is.