Trust Me. I'm Lying - (SLOWLY EDITING)

And It Was Called A Yellow: Chapter 20

"When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most."

—Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home

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CHAPTER TWENTY:

And It Was Called A Yellow.

Here's how my days went.

I woke up and did my regular visit to hell. I walked to school alone, even though Carson had offered to drive me from and to school if I wanted. Which I did—but I declined since walking to school was the only source of exercise I had. Also, I wasn't in the best of moods every morning. And if I was honest, it embarrassed me a little.

So I trudged to school and went to class and endured the lunch hour that consisted of mostly all of us laughing. Sometimes we were joined by Jessica's brother, Ryder. Sebastian was still in such a sulky mood most noons that I wondered how he could get along with Aiden's jubilant attitude. Chris still glared at Carson, but rather resentfully, as though she was waiting for something to happen.

Chris refused point-blank to let Carson change seats with her in one of the classes I had with him: Biology. He took the roll by poking her in the back each time Mrs. Lyons had her protuberant eyes turned away from us, though. This last made me laugh in a way that you definitely should not laugh in school, Chris looking murderous and Carson a little pleased with himself.

And after the class finished, Carson took me home, which was nevertheless a little bit weird since I had always relied on Chris to di it. It still made my stomach churn as I walked to the parking lot and saw him standing there, waiting for me, with the smile I was now sure was only meant for me.

We did for the last week of school or so before the long-awaited Easter Holidays, which I was looking forward to, seeing as I was more or less kicking and screaming about the whole homework affair.

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On our first official free-of-school-at-least-for-a-little-while Saturday, we, Chris and I, decided to go to Jessica's house. The day was clear and blue, yet a little breezy and cold. The sun shone overhead, and the shadow we were under cooling down the temperature considerably.

"I spy," Jess began, looking around. She pressed her lips together and searched for something interesting to be seen in her front yard and into her side street. She sighed in annoyance, evidently giving up. "Goodness. I'm bored," she glanced at Chris and me, "I should get a boyfriend. Or a hamster."

"You already have Augustus Perseus Peeta Tobias Jonathan Christopher Potter VI," I reminded her, scratching said Golden Retriever behind the ears. I kept my eyes glued on Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire, which I was re-reading for the hundredth time. The dog gave a pleasing sound and rolled onto its back. "I swear that if my Mom didn't hate dogs, I would have stolen him already."

"I told you playing I spy was a stupid idea," Chris replied, making a rather ugly face to her phone's screen. Jessica looked exasperatedly at me. Chris had been talking to Aiden on Snapchat for the past half an hour.

"Maybe you should get a hamster," Jess pointed out. I laughed. "Or maybe not. You'd let him die to text your boyfriend."

Chris glared at her. I wasn't sure if the put she was making had to do with the picture or her face in reality. Nevertheless, she smiled and snapped a picture, and then turned to me. "What are you and Carson doing these two weeks?"

"The usual, I guess? Ice cream on sunny days and texting?" I shrugged.

For the past two weeks, no matter how much I complained, each time the sun was bright and the sky relatively blue, Carson drove from school to any restaurant with a drive-thru and paid for ice cream. At first, I thought he must have been kidding, but then he told me he did this even when he was alone.