Love Lies

Best Mistakes

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The next day, after school, Gia and I go to the boutique to find dresses. While walking there, I think about Theo and how we held hands in class. It’s the only thing I’ve thought about for the past day. How it lasted for almost the whole class period. Or at least before I realized I was still with Chris. But, I couldn’t stop the thought of it from roaming around in my head. Thinking about it so much even caused me to have a dream about him.

    When Gia and I finally arrive to the boutique, she runs toward a sparkly, sequin teal dress. I grin, remembering that teal has always been her favorite color. Even when we were kids.

    “It’s so me! I found my dress!” she exclaims with a large smile. “Now for you. Where’s that dress I saw?” she says while tapping her chin and searching the boutique.

    When she spots the dress she grins and tells me to shut my eyes. I guess she wants to surprise me, as usual. She guides me to another part of the room and tells me to stop while she grabs the dress.

    When she finally comes back, I feel her arm on top of my shoulder and wonder what she’s doing.

    “Okay...OPEN!” she yells full of excitement.

    I open my eyes to a long green dress with small amounts of glitter around the bodice. I smile at the sight of my favorite color on the dress.

    “It’s beautiful,” I say, breathless.

    “It’s perfect! And it’s on sale,” she says sing-songy.

    I begin to lose myself in the dress and it’s beauty. For a moment, I’m thankful for having someone like Gia who knows me so well to call a friend. But, then I remember why I really came here. And this dress isn’t the reason why.

    I came to see if I can get Gia to admit the truth to my face. Once I remember my real motive, I look away from the mirror and say, “So, Gia. How’s the baby?”

    “The what?” she asks, confused.

    I point to her stomach and she says, “Oh right. MY baby. Um, well, I guess. It’s still early on so, there’s not much to report, ya know?” she says while fiddling with the clothes on the rack.

    “How far along are you exactly? You never clarified.”

    “About 3 weeks.”

    “Really? Cause I just got back together with Chris about 3 weeks ago and you were pregnant before that.” I say doubtfully.

    “Did I say weeks? I meant months. It’s just gone by so fast that it feels like weeks, ya know?” she says trying to convince me. But, I think she’s really trying to convince herself.

    Even though I knew she lying before, she’s made it worse by saying “ya know?” at the end of her sentences. Whenever she lies she says that line. Personally, I think she forgot that I know that fact about her since we haven’t had a full conversation before today.

    “So, are you going to buy the dress or not? I mean, even if you’re not going to the dance you could still use it for a date with Chris,” she says, trying to switch the subject.

    “Uh, yeah. I think so. Which reminds me, would you mind if Theo tagged with us? He doesn’t have a date and I feel since it’s his first Winter Formal, it would be nice for him to go with a group.”

    “Theo? From Chemistry? Oh, he’s cute! Sure, I wouldn’t mind. Plus, it might give me a way to get my mind off of the baby, ya know?”

    She’s lying again. She has to be stopped. Even though Gia and I have been friends since we were little, I still feel like she needs to be caught in her lie.

I’m not doing this because I want to, but because I have to. The person I grew up with is no longer the same ever since that video with Rihanna came out. I’m doing this to get my old friend back.

                *2 Hours Later*

    After shopping with Gia, I asked Chris to come to my house to study for the history test on Friday. I tell him everything that happened at the boutique, even the fact that I bought a new dress.

    “She lied again? Why doesn’t she just give this up? What does she have to lose?” asks Chris.

    “I don’t know  but we have to go to this dance. It’s the only way my plan can be executed correctly.”   

    “Plan?”

    “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it when I get back from el baño,” I say before kissing him on the cheek and running to the bathroom.

    When I get back, I see Chris going through my phone.

    “What the hell are you doing?” I ask. This is why you should never tell your boyfriend your phone’s combo. They get too comfortable.

    “Why is Theo texting you? ‘You’d look fit in anything, babe. Can’t wait to see you with it on in person’” he asks, his face slightly turning red.

    “Because I sent him a picture of me in the dress. I guess he thinks it looks nice. All British people call everyone babe. It’s not a big deal.” But, I know it is. It’s an even bigger deal for me because of my growing feelings for him.

    “What does he mean he’ll see you with it on in person? Is he- are you going to the Winter Formal with him?” he asks, his voice growing deeper with rage.

    “No, well not alone anyway. That’s what the plan was. Theo, Gia, you and I go to the dance together. And then-” Before I could finish my sentence, Chris cuts me off.

    “Hell no! No. I don’t like it and you know I don’t like him. For multiple reasons that you don’t even know about!” he shouts, standing onto his feet.

    “What are you talking about?” I ask, perplexed.

    “I’ve been looking into his past. He’s not a safe guy, Tia! There are things you don’t know about him. Bad things. And I want you to stay away from him. Do you understand me? I don’t want you to get hurt,” he says half pleading and half commanding.

    I wonder what he’s talking about. What is it about Theo’s past that Chris wants me to stay away from? Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. We’re lab partners. I can’t just cut him off. Plus, he means something to me now.

    I begin to get upset thinking about how Chris is looking into Theo’s past. “What is wrong with you? Are you fuc- are you kidding me? You’ve been looking into his past? What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask, my blood beginning to boil.

    “I’m trying to protect you!”

    “NO! You’re trying to control me! You can’t just make me stay away from him. He’s my lab partner, you asshole!”

    “You know what? I’m done!”

    And just like that, Chris was out the door. I didn’t know what to feel with all the emotions running through my veins. Anger. Sadness. Freedom.

    Acting on my first instinct, I used my anger and threw my textbook across the room. Then came the sadness. I fell against the wall and began to slide down, crying. After two minutes, parts of the freedom came into action and then I came to the realization: Chris said he was done, which could only mean one thing. We’re no longer together.