White lies.

Part 8

Chapter 8. Kim.

The rumours are a mess when we get back to school.

There are eyes everywhere and the walls have ears.

You keep your head held high and you shoulder on.

I see the nerd hanging off your boyfriend's arm before you do, and when you do, your face just crumples.

It's a moment before you tilt your head up high. I know others, who haven't seen that moment of weakness, would take it as arrogance. And they laugh. They laugh and they point mocking fingers at your back.

I know the only reason you tilt your head back is to keep the tears from falling out.

It's over by the end of the day.

People know the nerd and the hot jock are together, and people jeer. Stab fingers at them and laugh in their faces.

Cheerleaders come up to you during break and keep telling you, 'how that boy must have lost his common sense, damn girl you're way finer than that bitch!'

You look really close to crying all day.

A hot jock, probably friend of your boyfriend, comes up and tells me during lunch that "That boy's just playing her, in no time at all he'll be back to your girl."

When I ask why doesn't he go and tell you this himself, he says he's scared you're in that emotional bitch state. He says it's too hard to deal with.

Then he runs a hand down my back and asks for my number.

I don't give it to him.

Normally I would, but I can't just bring myself to put up this facade when you're breaking and falling apart amidst the chaos.

So I turn him down and I go find you.