~"Spread your rumours and all your lies. It's okay, I know the truth. I'll play the role of the bad guy and you can play the victim if it means you'll just go away."~
By the end of Celeste's biology class, she was calmed down and feelings somewhat better, but her fourth hour of photography class made her forget the fight ever happened.
The 90 minutes period before the end of the day was filled with laughter, photo editing and cool math games. Celeste and Brielle have loved photography since the beginning of the year and are both extremely happy to have gotten the best of teachers and the experience all-together.
And the best part was, the teacher adored the two best friends, and even gave them grades on projects they attempted to do but failed miserably. She was just happy to see them attempting.
* * * *
It was almost as if the fight never happened, but that was only the perspective if you were on the outside. Anyone looking in on the girls would think everything was fine, but it wasn't The tension was even stronger, they bickered more over absolutely nothing and Celeste and Brielle often left lunch early, making excuses such as 'We need to go talk to teachers'. But the reality was, they just wanted to get away from the tension and fights.
* * * *
Celeste has this curse where she gets sick at times when she most definitely doesn't need to be.
Finals week
Christmas, Thanksgiving, Spring Break,
Picture day... Every picture day without a fail.
She wishes she could get rid of this highly unwanted curse, or try to figure out what the hell she did wrong to deserve it, but alas, no such luck.
Rather, she is sick once again on a day filled with tests and instead of paying attention and passing, she's close to falling asleep and on the brink of failing every single test.
* * * *
Lunch, surprisingly enough, was the least tense and no one was sure why.
Maybe because Celeste was sick and has a shorter temper when she feels like shit
Or because Lillie finally dropped everything they'd been fighting about, but either way, everyone was happy to have at least one day without arguments and thin, unbreathable air filled with tension and anger towards one another.
Celeste didn't eat much that day at lunch. Her stomach was churning and threatening to spill all over her and her friends, so she pushed her fruit, granola bar and fruit snack to the side and tossed her sandwich over to Hazel, who gladly took it and thanked her for the PB and J. She sat back against the brick wall and slowly sipped at her water so she didn't upset her stomach anymore than it already was.
"You know, you can go home Ce if you don't feel good. " Brielle suggests, finishing her Froot Loops and patting Celeste's shoulder.
"I know, but I don't want to be an inconvenience to my mum and I don't want to leave you alone in PE today." Celeste coughs, covering her mouth with her navy blue supernatural hoody.
"Just, consider it please. You don't look or sound good at all." Celeste forces a smile at Brielle's request before reaching down into her black pencil case to grab her tenth orange flavoured cough drop that day. She pops it into her mouth and then disposes of the wrapper before sitting back down and laying her head onto Brielle's sweatshirt covered shoulder. Celeste smiles when Brielle lay her head onto hers.
If anything were to prove how close these two girls were, it would be moments like this.
"Do I need to start playing your theme song?" Celeste half-laughs, not wanting to go into another coughing fit. She pulls her phone out jokingly at the 'lean on me' theme song reference.
"Nope, I'm good." She puts her phone back into her sweatshirt pocket and closes her eyes once again.
And that's when Lillie accidentally ruined it again without realising.
* * * *
"Hey guys, I'll be back, gonna go get something to drink." Hazel carefully stood up, as she was wearing a shorter dress, and walked down the hallway towards the vending machines, he high heels clicking against the tile floor with each step she took. Celeste closes her eyes once again after waving a pathetic goodbye and doesn't open them again until she hears the familiar click of a camera taking a picture. She opens her eyes slowly to see Lillie smiling towards her cell phone and typing something.
"What did you do?" Brielle lifts her head off of the sick girl and looks towards Lillie with the same questioning look. Lillie turns her phone towards the two girls and shows them the picture captioned 'lesbian lovers.' with a heart around the two girls. They shrug it off and laugh at yet another lesbian joke between everyone in the group (despite them not being lesbian).
* * * *
"Brielle, she actually posted it on her Instagram story." Celeste looks up from her cell phone and tilts the phone down so Brielle, who was still gathering her stuff from their locker, could see.
"Wow... I thought she was going to delete it or just save it to her camera roll. I can't believe she actually posted it..." Brielle and Celeste weren't angry... more surprised at Lillie and her action of posting it to her Instagram story.
"You know, this isn't a good thing to be spread around considering neither of us are lesbian. And you're religious. If anyone finds that and takes it the wrong way you could be in serious trouble."
"I highly doubt anyone will find it and spread it." Celeste nods as Brielle slams their locker door shut and they make their way to the exit. She takes a screenshot so she has it saved to her camera roll and shuts her phone off, shoving it into her back pocket.
"I'm not angry, I would just prefer for rumours not to be spread if their about me or you."
"Don't worry Ce, everything will be fine." Brielle smiles, going towards her bus and climbing on with a wave and a goodbye. Celeste waves back and goes forward two more buses so she could board onto hers. Once on, she slumps into her usual seat in the very front behind the bus driver and plugs her right earbud in so she can talk with her bus buddies but still enjoy the ambiance of All Time Low and their songs.
Why would she post that for all her followers to see? Why Lillie... Why?
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A Life of Lies
Não FicçãoIt all began eighth grade year. She was amazing, crazy, funny. She fit in perfectly with all the other weirdos. She cared, and showed it too. It began to go down hill Freshman year. "Why aren't you religious?" "You pronounce that really weird" It...