Layne is gone before I'm up and I sit up, realizing my alarm had already gone off. I grab my phone with the wrong hand, before remembering that my hand is on fire and take some pressure off of it.
I get dressed in a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. Nat honks when she's outside and I climb into the passenger seat. Instead of pulling off, Nat puts the car in neutral, turning to me, "Is it Wren or Layne?"
"It's neither," I lie, "Can we go?"
"Either you talk to me or you talk to Dr. Harvey," she states. I say nothing. "Okay then."
We pick up Beck and get breakfast as usual, my friends controlling the conversation while I sit quietly in the front seat.
"What are you guys doing Saturday?" Beck asks both Nat and I as we stroll into school.
"Nothing..."We shoot each other looks, knowing what's about to come next.
"BEST FRIEND DAY!" He grabs our hands and jumps up and down excitedly.
"I don't know..."
"Nat hush. We're going to the movies Sunday," Beck stops whatever rebuttal she hand by pulling out his phone, "There's a really gay movie that's out unlike KJ."
He shows me the movie poster. Moonlight.
"I have church Sunday," I remind them.
"It's cool. I bought the tickets for a late showing. I even got one for your girlfriend, Lily or whatever."
"Layne," I correct, "And we're not dating."
"She climbs out your window a lot to be not dating," he mumbles.
Nat here him still, "What he just say? Ooooo, Kaylie Jane Parker..."
"We don't do anything. We literally sleep. Last night I had so many pain killers in me I didn't even notice her there. And yes, pain killers because y'all so busy about who I'm sleeping with y'all didn't ask why my hand is wrapped up like a mummy."
"That's because you normally tell us these things," Nat says.
Beck chimes in, "Yeah. Ever since Layne moved in you keep secrets."
They have a point. I shut up.
"So it's settled. Sunday at seven we're going to the movies."
Then we depart for our individual classes for the day.I escort myself to counseling, not giving Dr. Harvey a way to track me down or Nat a chance to snitch on me.
"KJ!" Dr. Harvey seems excited to see me, "What a surprise?"
I take a seat, "So that girl?"
"Layne?"
"Yeah," I exhale, "There's been... some developments."
***
"Dillion your music taste is trash," Layne states, producing and plugging in her aux cord.
"Hey! It's my car," He scolds her.
"Okay well we have a guest and she doesn't want to listen to this shit either. Right KJ?" she turns, expecting me to back her up, but I merely shrug instead.
"That's basically her agreeing with me," she turns back around.
Her playlist is spooky similar to mine, a mix of American hip hop mixed with music in every language from every culture.
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one sin.
Romance(NEW AND IMPROVED--- REVISED AND EDITED) Junior year, Kaylie Jane or "KJ," if anyone's asking, messed around and fell in love with a girl. Which is cool if you're into that type of thing, but she's not. Determined to have a hoe free senior year with...
