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The Date

Lexi

I'm literally shaking when I walk through the theatre doors. I don't want to do this. Why did I agree? Even with Jax's voice in my ear, hearing everything Cheyenne says and telling me what to say, I'm freaking out. He can't see me. He can't see exactly what is happening. This might not work out. At all.

"Jax!" cries a voice behind me. I turn in time to see Cheyenne's red-blonde hair come flying towards me. Jax doesn't even have time to tell me what to say, before she kisses me.

I don't want to ruin Jax's whole relationship with this one kiss not being good enough(that's how swallow it seems to me)so, I kiss her back.

For as long as I can stand it, I kiss her back, the word 'lesbian' bouncing around my head. It's not my fault.

She pulls back and grins. I've got to be Jax for the next three hours. I can do this.

I take Cheyenne's hand.
....
"I love your hair tonight," I say, repeating what Jax just said in my ear.

Cheyenne grins and flips her hair about.

We are way too early. We thought the show started at 7:30. It's now 8:15, the movie starts at 8:30. So what did we do for the past forty- five minutes? Talked and talked.

"How was lunch with Max, Jax?," asks Cheyenne innocently.

"What's she talking about?!," asks Jax in my ear. I choose to ignore him.

"It was good, really good. We went to Boston Pizza. Talked for forever. It was good." Wait...... how many times did I say good in the last sentence? Three? Brilliant. Just brilliant.

Finally we can go in. We take the middle seats in the back row. The theatre is completely empty. I begin to freak out a bit.

"If you're alone in the theatre- especially if it's dark- she wants to kiss you, Lexi," whispers Jax in my ear. He sounds hungry. It's probably hurting him a lot to not be here instead of me, holding and kissing his girlfriend.

I sigh inwardly and- even though I'm shaking- lean in and kiss Cheyenne.

Thankfully I had two boyfriends this summer alone, so know about kissing. But, now that I think about it, I didn't even really love them, I was just bored.

Once we hear someone coming, we pull back and just hold hands. I can almost feel Cheyenne's happiness radiating. It makes sense. I'd be that happy if Jax was dating me. What. Woah. Woah. Woah. Did I actually just think that? That is so wrong. I'm practically Jax and I'm on a date with his girlfriend. Oh boy. This is getting complicated.

The movie was cliché but good. It was a futuristic world in which the government was taking over, killing people off, and there's a love triangle. As we're leaving static fills my ears. Just before Jax's voice completely leaves me, I hear him say, "Sorry Lexi. The connection is gonna break! Good luck!"

And I'm alone, completely alone, with Cheyenne.

Good luck? Good luck?! That's the last thing you can say, Jax? Not, kiss her bye, and say, I love you? Thanks Jax. Thanks. I don't even know if Jax and Cheyenne say, I love you, to each other.

Cheyenne solves the problem for me.

"I love you Jax!," she cries, leaping at me and kissing me overly passionately and... and falsely. From where we are pressed together, I feel her phone buzz.

After about ten seconds more, she draws back, smiling at me- almost nervously- her fingers almost going to her pocket where her phone is. Something's not right.

"Bye Jax. I'll see you tomorrow, kay?," she says quickly.

I stare at her, the pieces beginning to fall together, and back away slowly.

"Bye, thanks for coming," I say, seeing if she'll catch my meaning. Thanks for coming, as if it's an inconvenience for her.

She narrows her eyes quickly, looks terrified, then smiles and turns away. I turn and begin to walk away as well.

However, I glance over my shoulder, through the night, and see Cheyenne going back into the theatre.

My stomach drops like a stone. I was right. It is a shallow relationship. Cheyenne is cheating. She is dating another guy.
Should I tell Jax? If I don't tell him, I'll have to keep doing this. Dating someone I hate, full of lies and kisses. If I tell him- he'll assume I just want to break up with her to get out of it. He'll be mad.

Which is better? To be living a lie or get in trouble for someone else's problem?