To Be Honest...

To Be Honest...Chapter 1

To Be Honest...Chapter 1

"Oh my freaking gosh Jackson Davison just followed me on Instagram!" My friend, Julie, screams in my ear. She taps wildly on her iPhone, no doubt texting the news to everyone she knows. I roll my eyes. Typical overreactive Julie.

"You already have, like, the whole school following you." I say. I always try to focus on my homework during study hall, but unfortunately, it's hard when your best friend is bombarding you with exclamations every ten seconds.

"No, of course I don't have the whole school. The only reason you don't have as many followers is because you don't do follow backs." Julie explains.

"I'm not just gonna follow random people on the Internet. What if they're stalkers? Or worse," I lower my voice to a whisper, "pedophiles?"

"Hailee! There's a pretty low chance that it'll be a stalker, much less a pedophile. Don't be so uptight," Julie laughs, giving me a shove. "Anyway, you have more likes on ask."

"Yup!" I agree cheerfully, completely forgetting about the followers incident. "Speaking of...I'm going to check if I have any new questions." I pull my phone out of my back pocket, and scroll though the app.

A red "seven" pops up beside the question mark icon. I tap on it, and I'm immediately greeted by a few extremely personal questions. "Julie..." I say warningly.

"Hi," she squeaks. "Need something?"

"Are you the one who asked what the color of my underwear was?" I glare at Julie, but she knows I'm just teasing her.

"Um, yeah, I was curious," Julie stutters. "I asked it anonymously, anyway...."

"I could just take off the option for asking anonymously, Julie."

"Okay, fine, it was a dare," Julie admits. "I get ten bucks if I ask the color of your underwear."

"Well, if you must know, my underwear was...." I stop midsentence when I catch sight of a new question on my screen.

"What?" Julie probes when I don't answer. I quickly scan the question, but it's a "to be honest" comment from an anonymous user.

"Dude, what is it?" Julie asks, glancing over my shoulder. I stick my hand in her face and say, "Stop getting your nose into other people's business."

But the smile on my face kind of ruined the seriousness. The comment read, "To be honest, you probably know me but I think you're really gorgeous and pretty :) From your answers, you seem like a humorous and funny girl. I guess I'd like to get to know you better. Haha, just wanted to say that I know it's kind of cheesy."

"Ooh!" Julie's shrill voice meets my ear. "Hailee has an admirer!"

"No I do not!" I deny, pushing her back. "It's just a tbh. People get these comments all the time." I quickly type back a reply, "No, it wasn't cheesy at all! I think you just made my day :)".

"You definitely have an admirer." Julie smirks knowingly. "I know all the characteristics of a girl in love."

"What, do you major in loveology or something?"

"No, it's psychology. Get your facts straight, girl." Julie returns to her phone. "So, back to the point, what color was your underwear?"

"You are so weird sometimes, Julie." I shake my head.

"But you love me, you know that." Yup, I'm so glad I have Julie as a best friend.

~~~~~~

Who knew the sound a bell ringing could bring a girl so much happiness? My last class of the day, Spanish, is like torture. Most of the juniors at my school stop taking languages after awhile, but me, I'm an exception. Or as my mom puts it, "studious".