Love and Lies

13

-"He's in Janice's economics class."

-"He's the help of the house." Lucy and I say at the same time. I clench my fists under the table. It seems to be that Lucy doesn't care very much for her life. Maybe not literally but still.

"Your economics class!" Eric exclaims. His eyes go wide and he scrunches his face in disgust. "Are you kidding me? You let yourselves get exposed?"

"We did not do it on purpose..." Lucy starts to tremble. Eric is doing nothing but rekindling the fear that Bill and I had somehow managed to put out. I feel my face burning red in anger.

Slamming my left hand on the table, I yell, "Stop it Eric. Just stop it okay?" All four of them go quiet and look at me like I've sprouted another head. I ignore their glances with a roll of my eyes. "Listen we got caught okay, no big deal. We didn't f*****g do it on purpose. Quit acting like you own us."

"Janice... " Fred reaches for me in an attempt to shut me up but I slap his hand out of my face.

"Lucy has been pretty afraid that you might over react to what it is that happened yesterday." I wave my hands in the air. "And here you are doing exactly what she feared you'd do."

He seems to go calm a bit as he shoots a quick glance at Lucy. He sighs when he sees how terrified she looks. "I'm sorry,I didn't mean to scare you like that. I was just mad that Janice was being careless..."

"Shut up Eric." I snap at him playfully. I turn to look at Fred. "Pass me a beer bottle."

"You know you're not allowed to..." he starts to say but trails off and quickly gives me a beer bottle and a cup under my intense glare.

He doesn't have to remind me that I'm not allowed to drink, I already know that. I fill my cup up and the taste of beer burns my tongue. Gulping a little bit of it down my throat reminds me of how foreign it tastes, and how long it's been.

The smart part of me warns me to stop but unfortunately, that part is just like 0.05% of me. And I'm not even working on improving it in any way.

"I'm really sorry,okay?" Eric reassures Lucy. She nods and her stressed face disappears. She offers him a warm smile and looks around the club. Bill seems to notice her scrutinizing as he chuckles a bit.

"Care to dance?" He offers her and stretches his hand towards her. She looks at it unsure. knowing her, she'll not want to hurt his feelings and reject his offer but then again. I'm certain she really doesn't want to dance. Curses to these girls with the oh-so-soft hearts,sometimes,they suck.

"Don't worry, Bill won't bite. Give the Romeo a chance." I laugh at them and Bill glowers at me. I wonder why,when I'm in fact trying to be supportive here.

"Okay fine." She sighs in defeat and places her small hand in his out stretched hand. He props himself up and holds her carefully, leading both of them to the dance floor.

"How do you feel now?" Fred asks me when both of them are out of sight. I furrow my eyebrows at him and place the half empty cup on the table. How do I feel?

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about." He smiles awkwardly. I ignore him and gulp the remaining of the beer down my throat.

"Shut up Fred." Eric frowns at him. Fred raises his hands in defeat and Eric turns to look at me. "You really should stop it already."

I roll my eyes at him. "What? I'm just one cup down." I proceed to filling my cup up again. Eric grabs the beer bottle from me before I can fill my cup up and gulps the little that's in my cup. I slap his shoulder playfully but hard enough to cause him pain. Serves him right.

"Bitch." I say and both of them chuckle.

. .

Steve walks into the class with his little briefcase in one hand and the other hand tucked into one of his pants pocket. His curly hair is packed to the back in a very short ponytail and he's dressed to look professional.

His eyes roam the class carefully and without guessing,I can tell he's looking to see if I'm present in class. A deep smirk creeps up to his face when his eyes land on me and I can almost laugh but I decide against it.

I bow my head a little with a smile on my face and look back at him, a sign of greeting. He acknowledges me with a nod and puts his briefcase on the table.

"Good morning class." He starts to say and folds his hands behind him gently.

"Good morning Mr Harper." The class choruses, except me of course.

"It seems a lot of you have started taking me seriously." he says and turns to fix his gaze on me. Can he make it less obvious? "Very seriously. And that, my students, is what I expect from you everyday."

The class doesn't say anything. Clearly, they seem to be afraid of Mr office pants. He turns to the board so he can scribble on it.

"You've only been here three days." I say when his hand is halfway to the board. He turns on his heels to look at me. The whole class follows his gaze. Well, attention b***h is my middle name.

"What?" I smirk, "Just because the class is going with the flow now doesn't mean that they would stay s**t scared of you. Give them one month, and these hormonal bitches gonna get you fired." I remark, earning gasps