Identity Broken

Unsteady

I had to do it.
I had to lie.
I couldn't be the girl who stuck out like a sore thumb.
Not again.
Not ever.
I needed to come up with something, some excuse.
The longer I held my response, the longer I risked the truth.
And the truth they couldn't know.
Not even if it killed me.
I was panicking.
Freaking out.

I didn't know what to do.
How had I gotten myself into this situation?

Because I was a liar.
A stupid little liar.
And god damn it, I was great at it.

So like the desperate liar I am, I relieve myself from the moment of stress.

I point directly at the cutest boy I can find.

I smile wickedly and say,"That's him. That's my boyfriend. "

And everything afterwards is a total hell ball.
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3 months earlier

Walking down the hallway is a monstrosity. Especially on the first day of school. Everyone is crowded into groups talking, or frantically walking around for their classrooms. But not me, no. Instead, I was actually smart enough to plan things out. I would get here early-so far not going so well-, I would find my class-which is hard to do surrounded by hundreds of students who insist on blocking the classroom numbers on the walls-, and I would have the first pick at which group of friends I wanted to join. I hadn't been here for 10 minutes and already my plan was completely ruined.
But that didn't stop me from rushing to find my classroom.
I pushed through the crowd of more people who glared at me in protest. It was so loud and stuffy in this humorous hallway! It was so frustrating I thought I would die of irritation. But suddenly the loudness cooled, and a path started to clear as the students began to separate on either side of the hallway.

Thank god! Maybe this'll be an excuse to finally get to class pass all the dumb people.

As everyone split, I quickly continued toward, ignoring the curious stares from lots of people. I was rushing. I was speed walking, shit I was almost running. But as I continued onward, I soon discovered why everyone was parting ways. Not even 5 feet ahead of me, was a boy. Not just any boy, but a really cute one. His eyes were sparkling blue with a touch of hazel.
His lips were moist, liked he'd licked them recently. And through his outfit - in which he wore a plain grey t-shirt, and a black jacket,- his abs ripped through.Visible in every crease and fold. My eyes wondered to his shoes; black and white Jordans. He cleared his throat, causing my eyes to meet with his. I looked at him curiously. All eyes, were on us.

"Could you move?" He said darkly, and my curiosity melted.

As well as my fantasies of his glorious body.

I turned around, noticing all the space beside me, he could easily walk around me without touching anyone.

I laugh, "Im sorry, what?"

Oh yea, and I forgot to tell you, my name is Amelia, and Im a bit bitchy.

His pupils seemed to widen but his eyes narrowed.

"I said move, now." He spoke sternly, taking a few steps towards me.

I saw that he was trying to be intimidating, but I wasn't fazed.
I literally rolled my eyes with delight.

"Wow, boys like you really are stupid. I mean, do you not see all this space? " I shout with laughter spinning around with my hands in the air to show him the proof.

"You could easily just slide around me! I mean all these people have moved aside, there's more than enough room for you to get by."

Ok, really bitchy.