Truth be Told ✔️

Chapter 3

"Who were you with last night?" McKenzie demanded for the fourth time at lunch today. "Seriously, Alexa, this is getting ridiculous."

"You're ridiculous," I shot back. "You all were the ones that took my popcorn and then ditched me at the movie. I owe you zero answers."

"He could be a criminal," Maddie grumbled.

"It could be a she for all you know," I argued back. I speared my celery stick angrily. This had been the topic of conversation since I had laid my lunch bag down at the table. Why couldn't they leave it alone?

Graham snorted. "The blush your currently fighting says otherwise, Alex. You are terrible at secrets."

"Fine," I snapped. "I'll tell you who I was with. Nobody! We didn't tell each other our names."

Maddie almost fainted in her chair. "I bet he's a murderer who probably was stalking you and already knew everything about you," she accused.

I laughed drily. "I assure you he is no murderer. I saw his license plate when he drove me home. He's from the area."

"What are the numbers?" Connor asked. "I bet I could run the plate at the DMV and see who we are really dealing with."

I rolled my eyes. "You're worse than Seth, and he was a mess last night. He kept going on and on and on that the guy I was with was probably from Brentwood, and someone saw us, and they were going to gossip and hence humiliate Baylor."

"He has a point," Graham scowled. "For all we know, he is from Brentwood. He probably took pics when you weren't looking and is ruining you at Brentwood as we speak."

"You know what?" I snapped. I shoved my food in my bag on the verge of leaving. I didn't have to take this. "I hope he is from Brentwood simply to piss you off even more."

"Don't let Seth hear you say that," McKenzie warned.

"I don't care! Why? Because this is getting out of hand, that's why! Maybe he is from Brentwood, and will come over and hands your asses to you. Or maybe is from some other perfectly normal high school and felt bad that we had both got ditched."

"We didn't ditch you," McKenzie mumbled.

"Like hell you didn't."

I stood up from the table. "I'm going to go." I looked over at Graham. "Tell Seth he's on his own tonight. I don't feel like staying for the game."

Graham's mouth popped open. "You can't be serious. This is our first season game and it's against Brentwood. You're an outcast if you miss this," he scoffed.

I stormed off, not caring to hear another word or being reprimanded again about another one of my decisions. But as I was about to make it out of the lunch room, I felt a hand grab mine and yank me back. Unbelievable. I hurled around. "Go away."

Graham shook his head. "We need to talk."

"No," I growled. "Go away."

"It's not even about that guy," he protested. "It's why you didn't even invite me to the movies with y'all last night."

"I'm in no mood to explain myself to you."

"Then find some sunshine because this explanation you do owe me. You've gotten bitchier around me and I have a right to know why."

"You want an explanation right this minute?"

He nodded.

"Fine." I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. I then adjusted my backpack before facing him. "I just didn't feel comfortable with inviting you."