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You know I’m going out with Corey why where you wit’ him at that party last night?” Leah cries out.

Everyone is watching us now; this is chaos for us, way beyond the point in which usual conflicts stop. Everyone is curious if it will ignite something more then a little shoving. Not so because Brooke’s devoted band of bitches is holding her back and Jay K and I are still trying to calm Leah. Jay K, who has just caught herself trapped in a freshly spun web of lies, is nervous as hell, sweating and trying to get Leah to just forget the whole thingm not wanting the incident to continue.

“I wasn’t at that stupid party.” Brooke says, stopping in her tracks and giving Jay K a very suggestive look, “but Jay K, you were there weren’t you. Would you like to tell us all what Corey was doing?”

“I didn’t see Corey.” Jay says in almost a whisper.

“Then how do you know he was with me, bitch?” Brooke has stepped in her face, but I squeeze between the two before she can take a swing, knowing she wouldn’t risk hitting me.

In seconds, teachers come running from all directions and we split up fast every chick for herself. Jay K takes advantage of the unwritten rule, jetting down the hall and hiding behind the closed door of Miss Nelson, only the meanest bitch of a teacher of all time’s class. What a coward and who is a bigger coward Georgie, stroking Leah’s hand telling her that its nothing, but lies and rumors tearing them apart. She tells her not to let these hating bitches ruin their relationship.

Duh, its lies tearing them apart, but some of them are Leah’s own stories and things didn’t get so difficult until the truth shone out amongst their extremely dull and secretive liaison. Sitting down in my desk I wonder what else they are keeping from me. I knew Leah liked Corey, but not that he is her girlfriend. What is Jay K lying to me about and Georgie? I could tell myself not to worry about it, but I know these bitches more then anyone I know have this tremendous tendency to lie in my face, but I do the exact same thing to them. Us lying to one another does not become an issue until the truth comes out.

I must be on drugs because my next thought is of Mrs. Davies’ assignment. This has everything to do with my paper. The most predicted action in human history is lying. Complicity seems to avoid lies by themselves, but when the truth comes out then comes something phenomenal. UNPREDICTABILITY!

Secrets, do I really want to expose them? Sure, it bothers me more than anything that everybody around me is probably lying right in my face and I’m definitely curious of what about and why they feel they must hide the truth. Yes, I have to find out, but not everyone that may just be too much, but what secrets are all the people around me hiding?

I can just imagine the consequences of finding out that nothing is what I thought, my world will most likely spin fiercely out of control. And even if I had the courage to investigate damn it I’d never find out. Secrets are deep. They have to be. There must be no truth in this city at least not in the confinement of the walls of the Walden High cafeteria. How could such a mass of people be so dull?

For one, Jay K is still filling Leah’s ears with crap, telling her that Corey isn’t worth fighting over. I bet she thinks so and it takes a lot for me to bite my tongue and not tell Leah the truth.

“You know what Leah?” I say, “Corey isn’t worth it because he is nothing but a little lame bitch, messing with all these skank ass hoes.”

“I just need to talk to him.” she says and walks to where he stands with his boys. Horribly bad move, but she’s gone now, leaving me alone to pick apart Jay K.

I turn to her, “Since when did you become a skank ass bitch?”

“What?” she says as if she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

“I know that you lied about Brooke. You were the one with Corey. Why’d you lie?”

Jay K snaps, “I didn’t, okay?”

“And then you have the audacity,” I’m almost yelling now and there are a few people looking at me now standing up and I can feel my anger on the verge of slipping, “to lie in my face. What the fuck? Don’t talk to me until you feel like telling the truth, okay?”

She storms away. Oh well, sitting at a cafeteria table alone, gives me time to focus and to try to observe, but my mind just keeps wondering off into the woods. Why does some stupid ass fish pouring chocolate milk into the middle of his half-eaten nachos remind me of my mother? I don’t know. She always tried to make me drink milk, though.

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