Spring Lies (On Hold)

F o u r t e e n

EDITED

GABRIEL

I walked back to my house, smiling at the thought of me and Blake. It hit me that it was cold out, more like breezy, and all I had on was a random blue short sleeved shirt.

I open the front door to my house, and lock it once I'm inside. I hear heels clicking upstairs, and I slip my shoes off, and walk up.

No one is here, so I head to my bedroom where I find Steph going through my bed. I mean she's pulling the covers off, looking for something.

"Steph, what are you doing here?" I ask, and she jumps; obviously not acknowledging my presence.

She patted her tan coat- the only thing she was wearing my the looks of it, along with her heels. "Hey, baby." She says in a soft tone.

"What are you doing here?" I repeat.

"You know I came here for you. I wanted to know if you were up for it."

"Couldn't you have texted me, asking to come over?"

"I never had to ask before."

"Now, you do. And no."

"Do you seriously like her? She's just a virgin, she could be toying with you! Come back to me, Gabe, we love each other." She shouts, and gestures with her free hand that isn't behind her back.

I sigh. "What's in your hand?"

"Something that belongs to the virgin."

"Would you quit calling her that?" I snap at her, and she jumps again.

Steph wasn't like this before, whenever I hung around girls. It was when I started to talk to Blake she got upset, and bitchy.

Jealousy. That was the first thing that pops into my head. She hated how Blake makes me smile more than her. She hated how I invited Blake over in person instead of text. She hated how Blake stole my attention from her. She hated everything about Blake.

"You're jealous of her, huh? I didn't take you as the jealous type."

Steph's face turned a bright red- I couldn't tell if it was anger or her blushing.

"W-why would I be jealous of her? I have boys falling at my feet, and I'm head of the cheerleaders." She stammers. "Do you want to see the thing that's hers or not?"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." I remove strands of my hair from my face, and sigh.

She brings her hand from behind her back, and holds a small orange bottle with a white cap. Pills.

"I think she's on drugs, or something similar," Steph turns it towards her to read the prescription. "'Take two every night. Prescribed to Blake Walker.' We need to expose her to the school."

"I, uh, I don't think she'd do that." I mumble. I seriously didn't want to believe Blake was doing that.

"I'm having a party tomorrow night at my family's beach house. Nine o'clock. Bring her, and we'll tell everyone. Everyone will be there anyway."