Liar, Liar

Chapter Twenty Five - School & Lies

Ps Sophia (left) and Helena (right) to the side

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Today was not going well so far.

First I was woken up with water being splashed in my face, courtesy of Colton. Then my jeans wouldnt fit and my hair wouldn't stay down. When I got to school people stared at me and, of course, I got distracted and slammed my thumb in my locker.

I examined the purplish bruise now with my eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. The English teacher is rambling on about something I can't process because of the ungodly hour I'm awake at.

I'm awake at eleven on weekends nowadays. What time do they call nine o'clock?

When the door at the front of the room opened, I tore my eyes away from my injured limb and watched as James swaggered into the classroom.

I rolled my eyes, but had a grin on my face.

Suprising everyone who had watched him walk in, he sat down in the empty seat next to mine. Just to give a show, he kissed me on the cheek.

I pretended that everyone gasped at the action, but that was only in my head.

"Hello there," I whispered. Under the table he held my hand.

James smiled; the real smile that makes my stomach flutter and heart almost skip a bit.

"Hey, you." He quietly said back. I glanced at James from the corner of my eyes, just to see that smile again.

I realized I haven't talked to him, or seen him, since after my party and before I went to talk to Samantha. The rest of Saturday, Sam and I talked mainly. We gossiped, joked and had a great time and now that I know her better I realize she is quite a funny and down to earth girl. Then on Sunday I hung around with Colton all day.

"Did you miss me?" He asked, and I nodded. If there's one thing I learned from school it's that if you're gonna talk, do it quickly, quietly and pretend to focus on the teacher.

"It's crazy how much I did miss you," I admitted, embarrassement finding its way to my cheeks. "We only saw eacother two days ago."

James chuckled, shaking his head. For a few minutes we just listen to the teacher ramble on about the upcoming prom.

James leaned over to me, "have you got a dress picked out yet?" He asks quietly.

"No," I said, closing my eyes. I hadn't gotten much sleep since Saturday night and I was exhausted. Since I met with Samantha I'd been thinking it through.

Like he was reading my thoughts, he asked, "so how'd the meeting go?"

I thought about it. Before I met with Samantha, I didn't know what to expect. Definitely not a half sister that I'd only heard of from my dead mother.

"It was... Good, I guess." I started, and then continued to tell him what had happened, who she was etc.

When I was finished class was almost over, so we just sat in silence with our hands interlocked under the table.

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When I said my day was bad, I didn't know that it was going to get worse.

Before me, with an angry scowl on her face, stands the Spanish girl that told me to stay away from James two months ago. I'm not quite sure, but I believe her name is Greta.

I already knew where this was going without Greta even saying anything yet.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I pretty sure I told you to stay away from James," her high pitched voice made me cringe. The sound was equal to nails being scratched across a black board. "Did you actually listen when I said 'his mine'?"

I raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at how pathetic she was. "Have you two actually been together before?" I asked, legitimately thinking over the times I've seen her; never with him. "Or is there just a James Fanclub that you run?"

This comment seemed to anger her, resulting in her asking the classic, "do you know who I am?"

"Wait, you don't just run the fan club," I guessed. "You're the president of it, right?"

Greta took a step toward me and I took a step back. I saw more anger wash over her face.

"I suggest you step away from my girlfriend, Greta."

Both Greta and I looked to the left where James stood with Colton by his side.

Together they were like Batman and Robin.

Greta let out a aggravated growl and I raised my eyebrows at her. "You heard him," I said, making my way over to James and Colton without turning my back to her. "Be gone."

After one last glare in my direction, Greta walked away. I decided I didn't want to ask James about his history with her.

So instead, I ask, "What're you guys doing here?"

"Well, apart from saving your ass... We found someone who can pick a dress out with you!" Colton grinned, and I knew that this was a bad idea.

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"Oh my god, Andy! I'm, like,so jealous of your body."

I groaned internally for the tenth time since I arrived at the shopping mall with Helena Donald and Sophia Greene.

Remember when I said I'd rather cover myself in honey and be eaten by ants then hang out with the two?

Well, I'm getting the honey ready.

"That dress is alright, but it makes your butt look too big." For once, Helena isn't being completely mean to me. I think now that she's reassured I don't like Colton, she has accepted me. But, of course, Sophia still obsesses over me.

"Oh, shush, Helena." Sophia smiles at me. "She looks great!"

I decided to go with Helena. Green isn't really my color, and my ass does look big in this dress. "No, Helena's right. I think I'll try a different one on."

"You've already tried on all the dresses you liked," Helena told me. "We can go and look in Forever 21 if you want."

I nodded, walking back into the stall to change. Helena had already picked out a golden knee-length dress from Supré and Sophia bought a white and black flowy dress in October because she "knew it was the one".

Once we were out of the shop, we made our way to Forever 21 and started looking for the perfect dress, as Sophia calls it.

"Omg! Andy!" I looked over to where Sophia was calling my name.

Next to her was a long red dress and I instantly fell in love.

I walked over to where it hung and pulled it off gently, looking for a price tag. When I saw how much it cost I almost died.

"300 dollars!" I exclaimed, mouth agape. "I can't afford that."

Helena, suprisingly, put her hand on my shoulder. "Isn't James paying for it?" She asked and I reluctantly nodded. "Well, don't sweat it."

I thought about it. James did offer... But he got kicked out of his home and probably doesn't have much money left.

Before I could decline and go find a cheaper dress, Sophia was looking through the dresses. "You're a medium, right?"

"Guys... I can't."

"Sure you can," Sophia said giddily. "If I can, you can too!"

I doubted her theory, but went with it anyway.

"If you say so..."