How to lie ✔️

Chapter 2

*** You had me at hello ***

   "You had me at hello. Get it right! Now you say it!" Sarah barked.

   "You had me at hello, but then you opened up...Bye!" I mimicked her, hair flip and all.

   "No! I SAID... you had me at hello but then you opened up your mouth, and that is when things started going south! So go find another girl to call your baby, cuz this girl ain't your lady." Sarah snapped sassily, then turned to me.

   "You had me at hello but then you opened up your...sorry. I can't do this." I shook my head and looked out the window.

   "Oh please! Fine. Try this. Look, your really cute and all, but it's just the fact that YOUR LIKE ACTUALLY A TOTAL NOOB!" She yelled, as she turned on her heel and began to walk away.

   I slowly applauded, even though there was no need for applause.

   Basically, Sarah agreed to teach me how to be 'cool'. She was teaching me all these catchphrases to say to ugly boys and stuff. I hated it.

   "Stop! Now you try. Up!" She demanded, pointing her finger up. I stood up and tried my best.

   "Look your really cute and all..." I batted my eyelashes like she told me too "its just that...I've seen you be strange sometimes...I'm sorry." I whispered and walked away.

   "NO! THE TURN ON THE HEEL AND THE YELLING AND MY SCRIPT! HAVE YOU LEARNED ANYTHING TODAY!" Sarah frustratedly yelled.

   "Yeah I did, it's just I don't like the 'decline the boy' lines." I finally admitted. She angrily shook her head.

    "Fine." She said through gritted teeth.

   We sat their in silence, waiting for each other to say something, anything. I looked around her house, it was white with a white marble floor and a furry white couch. It was very fancy like, and not to mention their adorable white shih-tzu puppy. There was a family portrait hanging above the fire place. Sarah looked young, maybe 10 or 11 in the picture. Her blonde hair was brown, and she had braces. He hair was nicely combed back and braided on the side. My eyes moved to her mother, a tall, slim figure. She had brown hair unlike Sarah, and was wearing a deep purple dress that covered the floor. I was then searching for her dad, when I realized his name was written on the bottom.

   "Lucas Torian. Yeah, I know." Sarah whispered. She knew exactly what I was thinking. I guess my jaw must have dropped or something.

   "I'm sorry Sarah." I replied, knowing her father must have passed. She nodded and stood up, as her little shih-tzu came strolling into the living room. Even the dog was fancy.

    "It's 7 already, I should probably go." I realized.

   "Rule number 13: always be late. It creates drama and attention." Sarah declared through petting her perfect pooch.

   "O-okay." I stuttered. My mom would kill me! "Well I have to stop somewhere on the way home anyways, so I'll still be late. So, I should go now?" I lied.

   "Fine, don't follow my rules. See if I care. Go." Sarah said with flick of her wrist.

    "Okay, thanks for having me over."

   "Just get out of my house." She aggressively said. I began to scatter around, trying to find the front door in this mansion.

   Literally.

*

   It was the next day when Jackson sat in my seat.

   "Hey pinkie." He whispered, stroking my hair. I slapped his hand. Hard.