HOW

How We Lie

HOW WE LIE

During class you try to pay attention, you have those teachers that remind you of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. “Bueller, Bueller.” Those are the ones you can get away with stuff, even talking in class, or passing notes.  Eventually you might get caught, you might not, but you always love sneaking around.

          I was in last hour of the day, Mr. Meyer was lecturing to us about something that I don’t care about.  I’m trying to concentrate, you know not talking, or falling asleep, as much as I love doing those things, it just makes me a bad student. I am sitting here, tapping my pencil on the wooden desk that says I heart whoever, and Lauren Baldwin is a bitch all over it. I feel a sudden tingle in my shoulder, not a bad one, but just one of those annoying ones you can’t get rid of. Well that annoying tingle was Sarah Jean. Every time she taps me on the shoulder it’s always because I’m either in the way, or she wants something.

          “Sorry, if I’m in your way.” I whispered. She laughs at me. “No, you’re not, I was just wondering if Nyland was going to that party.” I swallowed really big; I didn’t know if I should cover for him, I always cover for him. “No, he’s not.” I said. I hated lying, but it was for the best.

 “Are you sure?” Sarah questioned me. I hated being questioned, all the time I was questioned and second guessed my decision.  I folded my hands, my leg was shaking 90 miles an hour. “Yes, he told me he wasn’t going because he was hanging out with you tonight.” I said.

As much I didn’t want I did. Sarah kinks her eyebrow, rest her hand on her cheek. “I still think he’s going.” I put my head on my desk, thinking maybe she’ll let it go, but I really knew she wouldn’t. I turn around in my seat. “Just don’t worry about it, if you worry about it, it might come true.” I said.

I turned back in my seat and looked up at the overhead. I lost where I was with notes, so I started writing up again. “You are so right, thanks Caitlin, oh and I’ll need to copy the next assignment.” As she was saying that, my ink on my paper began to bleed darker and darker, I sat up, I close my eyes trying to think it was a dream, I took a deep breath. “Sure.” I said. “Sweet,” She said as she was getting back to work. The bell rang, and I got my books. I was so upset at myself that I didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially Nyland.

I was walking in the hallway looking around to see if he was around, because I did not want to talk to him. Unfortunately I bumped into him, literally. “Hey Sarah didn’t ask you—” I quickly interrupted him. “I lied for you.” I said in a stern voice. “Thanks Cait, I don’t know—” I interrupted him again, because I didn’t want to hear that soft voice with a little rasp to it.  “For the tenth time,” I said. I couldn’t bear lying again, it’s not right. I started to walk a little faster, as he grabbed my arm so tightly. “What did I do?” He asked. I turned around.

“You know exactly what you did.” I said.  He stopped to think, he saw me walk away and grabbed my arm again to try and stop me. “Look I’m sorry.” He said.  “Maybe you shouldn’t tell me that, maybe you should tell your girlfriend.” I was fed up with him. “And apologize for what?” He knew exactly what to apologize for.

“Oh, I don’t know, if my boyfriend was going to ditch me for a party, I’m pretty sure I would be upset too.” I exclaimed. We stopped in the middle of the hallway, our bodies were being pushed around by people we didn’t know, we just looked at each other for awhile, and then eventually he nodded.

 “Ok, I will, so are we cool?” He asked me, in a begging voice, begging is so pathetic, but when he does it, it’s the most charming thing in the world.  “Yeah we’re cool” I said smiling. “Good so I will see you at 10 tonight?” He asked me. “Yes,” I sighed.

Just the thought of him wanting to spend the rest of his night with me was amazing, words cannot explain that feeling.  Nyland walks away, as I watched him walk away, Sammy stands by me. “Applause for Cait, she still doesn’t have the berries to tell him she’s done lying for him.” She said as she also began clapping. That thought of hands smacking up against each other gives me a migraine. “Oh shut up.” We laughed as we were walking to my car. I don’t know what is up with bumping today, but it seems to be the in thing considering Sammy bumped into Gavin dropping all of his books.

“Sorry Gavin,” Sammy says as she is picking up his books. “Oh…it’s fine.” Gavin began stuttering.  Sammy gave him a blank stare like he was from mars. He begins to look off in other direction completely nervous, wiping his clammy hands on his pants. “Are you okay?” Sammy asked.

“Yeah never been better, it’s just my hands get clammy and—” “Your books?” He grabbed the books slowly so maybe he could touch Sammy, but she quickly gave him the books. “Sorry I’m just—” “Weird.” Sammy walks away. I stand there to look at Gavin with rejection written all over his face. I felt bad for him considering I go through the same thing every day.

“She’ll come around.” I told him, maybe to give him some confidence. “I hope so.” He walks away with his head hanging so low, I thought it might hit the concrete of the sidewalk. I always questioned his motives. What does he like in Sammy? I know she’s my best friend and all, but they way she treats him is unfair. “Come on, you have to drop me off.” “Or what you’re going to be late for your accordion lessons?” I said with sarcasm. She rolled her eyes at me and opened the car door. “That was so freshman year.” “You know you still want to play.”