𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤

Chapter Seven

Nicole

Okay, I do feel bad when I see Talia run out of the gym. I don't know if it's because she heard our conversation or not, but I still feel bad.

Ava, Tiegan and Lillian? They don't feel as bad.

"Look at the little weasel." Ava snorts. "Maybe her prince abandoned her for someone else."

Really Ava? Another jab at Talia for going with Owen to the dance? This isn't high school! It's not like Owen's cheating on you or something. He doesn't even know that you're crushing on him! I think she's making a really big deal out of nothing.

"Or maybe someone else commented on her horrible dress." Tiegan giggles.

"I liked her dress." I whisper, but obviously nobody hears me, because I didn't want them to. It was more of a comment to myself to make me feel a bit better

Lillian laughs loudly at all their remarks, like they're the funniest in the world.

I am a little surprised Lillian went along with Ava's tirade against Talia. The two of us were actually getting along pretty well with her.

But then, I probably shouldn't be talking since I went along with it too. But it's just so much easier to agree with Ava, rather than argue with her and make her angry. Because when Ava's angry, it's like a hurricane of hatred surrounds you at all times. Trust me, I've felt her wrath before.

The last time I was on the receiving end of her anger was about three months ago. That was before Ava decided, without knowing herself, to direct all her pent up rage at Talia.

We were in class, and I had just lent one of my pencils to Ava for the period. All was peaceful and we were getting along just fine.

But then Ava tapped me on the shoulder and told me that the pencil was out of lead. THAT was pretty confusing, since I had just bought that pencil the other day. But then I saw the pile of it on Ava's desk and put two and two together.

"Heeeey! The lead's only gone 'cause you were playing with it!" I had accused her.

Yes, I know. That sentence sounds very childish.

"Sorry." She had grunted. "Can I have another one?"

"But..." I had started chewing on my hair then, a bad habit of mine. "But I only have one pencil left, and it's my favourite one."

I wish I had just lied to her then and told her I didn't have any. Except I'm not great at lying, so she would probably/definitely see through that lie.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to your precious pencil!" She had groaned.

"Fine." I had sighed, handing it over.

Yeah, yeah. I'm a pushover. I already know that by now. Although I like to think of myself as more of a peacemaker.

It's pretty easy to guess what happened next. She used up all the lead, I got upset, she rolled her eyes, I got MORE upset, she got angry, and then the fight began. It lasted for about three days.

And to think, that could have all been avoided if only I were a better liar. If only.

I think it's my face that betrays me when I attempt to lie. I've practiced in the mirror, (Which is only a little bit dorky), and whenever I lie, my eyebrows draw together, my face screws up, and I blush faintly.

I've tried to watch my friends to see if they have any tells when they lie, but apparently, I'm the only one.

Even Lillian can lie.