Secrets of the Third Dimension

To Tell or Not to Tell

Jezell's p.o.v

"Finally, that's over," my best friend, Archer, whispers to me the second the last image fades away.

"Not like you would know what it's actually about," I say rolling my eyes and tossing my waist length fiery red hair behind my petite shoulders, "you were messing around the whole freaking time."

"Not like you would know what I was actually doing," he responds mocking me, "because you were writing in your diary the whole fucking time."

"Archer!" I snap, if the teacher heard him, he's dead.

"What?" He asks, "Mr. Manham isn't going to hear me! He's all the way on the other side of the room. And the room's to loud anyways. Besides, even if he did hear me I could lie and say that I said something else."

I write in my diary, Why do I choose to be surrounded by idiotic children? Oh ya, I can't live without them... Because they're the only people that have been here for me endlessly. While I sarcastically assure Archer, "If you get in trouble I'll bail you out of the principle's office." (Everyone is afraid of going to the principle's office. It goes on your criminal record. You only go if you break a law... So, they have a right to be scared.)

"Um, Jez, you can't bail someone out of the front office." He explains to me as though I'm a child that does not understand the way getting sent to the office works, you either come back under extreme surveillance or... You don't come back... Let's just say you tend to avoid even the slightest chance that you wouldn't return. No one even knows what happens to them... Or why they don't return... But neither I, nor my peers wish to solve the mystery.

"I know, Archer. And how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me that!" I moan whilst writing, Then again, they are the only people that can annoy me to the point of having a nervous breakdown. 

"Don't call you what?" He playfully taunts, "... Jez."

"Can you stop?!" I whine while writing. How many nicknames has Archer come up with to torture me? Let's see... The first one was in first grade when he de-

"Whatcha writing?!" Archer obnoxiously states, very loudly I must add, whilst taking my diary out of my hands.

"Give it back!" I hiss due to the fact that Mr. Manham has started teaching the class again after finally managing to get everyone quiet (he had to attempt several times and only succeeded because he claimed he would send the next person that spoke to the principal's office)

"Gasp!" Archer narrates, quieting down. Not even he wants to be sent to the office, "I most certainly am not an idiotic child!"

"Says the man stating onomatopoeias instead of making the sounds." I angrily point out, "now give me back my diary!"

Instead of listening, he starts flipping through the pages. Oh god! Please don't read the third page!

"Archer! I'm fucking serious! Give me the fucking diary back this fucking instant!" I demand.

"Oh shit!" He cries, "you're cussing? You're serious!" He hands the diary back and puts his hands up in the air. Whew! My secret is safe... For now...

"That was so not funny, Archer!" I whisper-yell, if he had seen that he may've turned me in! But then again... Someone needs to know to be able to help me either overcome it or... Hide it better... UGGH! I don't know! I write in my diary explaining my dilemma whilst listening to Archer apologize about taking it way too far and having no idea it was that big a deal.  But then, out of absolutely nowhere he just decides to start interrogating me by saying, "What are you hiding from me Zell?" Finally, the one nickname I actually came up with for myself!

"If I wanted you to know," I inform, "I would tell you. Shit! I think I might have to tell him! I scribble furiously, but... It's illegal... But... He wouldn't turn me in... I think... Plus, I can't help it if I'm lesbian! That is like the new world's most retarded law! So what, I like girls?! How can I control that?!

"Zell," Archer says, a very serious tone in his voice, grabbing my hand and looking directly through my eyes down to my soul, "you know you can trust me with anything... Right?"

Yup, I write, I'm telling him.

"I know, I'll tell you later... After school... When  there aren't a gazillion people around to hear me," I start to glance around nervously, knowing that anyone could pick up on our conversation and put the pieces together, I afraid to loose my trust... That they've most likely already lost anyways...

"Sleepover?" He questions with a goofy grin.

"Hmm... Probably not, I'd have to ask my
parents first..." I tease pretending that I'm unable to spend the night at his house, though we both know my parents won't care, "you'll probably have to wait a long time I just got grounded... Soooooooo..."

"Jez..." He warns, Archer really hates being messed with.

"What?" I innocently smile, pretending I have no idea what I'm doing, "You very well know that my parents stick to their word! When I'm grounded, I'm Ground-Ed!" This is not true. My parents are, "super chill," as Archer phrases. I hardly ever get grounded and when I do, they usually either forget, or let me off the hook within a few hours.

"Jez, stop messing with me," he rolls his eyes, clearly aggravated by my childish ways Mwah ha ha ha ha! "Me and you both know that you can come over."

"You and I" and he stands corrected... And fuming... I've never pissed him off this much before... It's probably because he knows I'm avoiding confrontation... About my secret... About being lesbian...

"Jezell Aimee Ann Marie Walsh!" Oh shit, he used my full name... He must be really pissed... He says this full volume... Before quickly quieting down so no more heads are turned, "stop torturing me! This is a big deal and you are telling me tonight or I'll just read your whole diary to find whatever you're keeping from me!" Yup... I definitely went to far...

"Ok ok," I raise my hands in defeat, "I'm sorry, I'll be at your house after school, I swear it." Yay! (Note the sarcasm) I have to tell my best friend that I not only identify as someone with the potential to break a law, I've actually broken it several times... Even currently... By having a girlfriend.

Speaking of my girlfriend... I should probably let her know that we either have to come up with a fabricated secret to tell him... I write in my diary, Oh shit! Maybe I should not tell him... No he can tell when people are lying... I'll just leave out the part about currently having a girlfriend! I'll tell him I have had one but not that I have one like... Currently... DAMN IT! He'd know I was hiding something from him! Why does he know me so fucking well?!

Now to inform Alissa...