Lies
After consulting with Jackie, Chad quickly sprung into action with his plan. He headed to his next class, which he happened to have with Kyle, and sat down next to him. When the class got quiet for a minute as the teacher wrote on the board, Chad spoke.
"Dude...you're not gonna believe what just happened to me!" he whispered, letting a stunned look spread across his face to play it up.
"Well tell me then!" Kyle was engaged immediately, exactly how Chad had hoped.
"I uh...I ran into your...your Crystal in the hallway just now." Chad stuttered over his words on purpose to make his statement more believable.
"Okay...and? What's so unbelievable about that?" Kyle asked impatiently.
"You didn't let me finish! She uh...I don't know how to tell you this man. But she was being really flirty with me," Chad lied through his teeth and Kyle's eyes blew wide.
"What!? Are you sure Chad? What did she say?" Chad tried not to let the smile that he felt creeping up spread onto his lips and searched his mind for something to say. He hadn't had time to think this far into the plan.
"She said she liked my haircut!" Kyle raised an eyebrow as if waiting for Chad to finish. Clearly this wasn't enough for him.
"And then I uh...I thanked her of course. And then she...she said that I 'look good with any haircut'. And I didn't really know what to say, but then she asked to touch it!" Chad's voice had gotten louder as he spoke and a few of their surrounding classmates "shushed" him. Kyle's look of bewilderment morphed into one of anger and his mouth opened for a second as if he wanted to say something before closing again tightly. He turned his head to face the board again and squinted his eyes.
"Are you gonna do something man? Aren't you gonna say something to her?" Chad tried to encourage his friend. Kyle stayed silent for a second, considering his options.
"I don't know what to say, but I do know that there's no way I can sing with her for the callback."
"Well that's great dude, now you don't have to miss the big game! Dicks before chicks anyways!" Chad exclaimed, being shushed by the class once again.
"Yeah, i guess. Whatever," although Chad knew he was doing the right thing, the morbid look on Kyle's face made him feel a little bit of guilt. Not enough to change his mind about the plan though.
Meanwhile, Jackie took their plan in an entirely different direction, because the more she thought about it the more she realized there was a better way. She waited for Crystal after school, like she did every day, leaning against her car so that she could drive the brunette home.
Crystal took a little longer than usual, because she might've bumped into a certain blonde on the way out, which Jackie didn't need to know, but was soon walking towards the car.
"You look awfully happy, you have a good afternoon?" Jackie asked, noticing the way Crystal's face was lit up.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Crystal smiled at the pavement of the parking lot, the blush that spread on her cheeks not going unnoticed by Jackie. She just got into the drivers seat of her silver Honda, signaling for Crystal to get in the car as well, and pulled out of the spot. As soon as they were out of the parking lot and on the main road, Crystal turned on the radio and cranked the volume up. Jackie quickly turned it back down so she could speak.
"So, I know you never said yes to being in the art show, but we really need you. You're so talented Crys, please reconsider," the girl begged, glancing briefly at Crystal with exaggerated pleading eyes. As much as Crystal loved art and wanted to make her friend happy, she knew it conflicted with the callbacks, and if she didn't do the callbacks then she would have no excuse to spend every lunch period with Gigi.
"Jackie you know I can't miss the callb—"
"You don't have to! You can go to both Crys, did you even look at the times?" Jackie laughed. Of course Crystal hadn't looked at the times.
"The art show starts at 6:45 and the callbacks start at 7," Jackie informed her. Crystals brows furrowed.
"How will that be enough time for me to be at both? The art show will only just be getting started!" They were now pulling onto the girl's street.
"Crystal, did you forget who the president of the art club is? Also known as the person who makes decisions such as when things start?" Jackie laughed again. "I can just change the art show to start at 6 instead!" she told her as she pulled over in front of Crystal's house. It was rather small, since this was an expensive city to live in, but Crystal found it to be homey and way better than their old house. She was snapped out of her mouth gaping when she realized Jackie had stopped the car. She gathered her things from her feet, and swung open the car door to get out, thanking Jackie.
"Oh, Crys!" Crystal turned around to look at her through the rolled down window. "You might wanna start thinking about and planning what you're gonna paint!"
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As soon as Gigi pulled into the driveway of her eccentric home she hopped out of the car and farted up to her room, not bothering to greet anyone on the way. After the overwhelming day she had of lying to and trying to act calm around Crystal, she needed to let out her feelings, to her diary of course. She pulled the pink journal and feathery pen out from under her mattress and began pouring her feelings into the page.
Dear Diary,
Today was...exhausting to say the least. I really don’t know what to do. I thought I could make it until the end of next year without cracking my perfect exterior but...I don’t know. Crystal makes it difficult. I already tried to be a bitch to her like I do to the other girls, but how am I supposed to treat her like shit when she’s so damn nice to me??? UGH. It would be easier if she was ugly or something. At least I don’t have to worry about her figuring me out any time soon, she’s totally clueless. I’m sure anyone else would’ve caught on by now; I’ve let so many things slip out it’s basically obvious at this point. But untiltoday she was still convinced that I liked Kyle. Which I do NOT. In fact, I dislike him quite a bit. Who does he think he is kissing her and being so touchy with her like that?? It’s gross and pathetic on his part.
Anyways, I needed to write in here because I cannot keep my feelings inside any longer, and there’s no WAY I’m telling them to anyone else. So here I am. Writing in this stupid diary that I should’ve gotten rid of years ago. I wishI could just tell Crystal how I feel...but if I did then one of two things would happen:
1. She would laugh in my face and tell the whole school my secret
2. She would feel bad for me and let me down easy
Either way, I lose. And I do NOT like losing.You know that, diary. God I’m so tired that I’m talking to a notebook. This is a new low. I should’ve never volunteered to practice with her, what was I thinking??? It’s not like I can cancel on her now...then she’d have to practice with Kyle again. No way that’s happening. I guess I’ll just have to suck it up and keep trying to act normal. It’s not like I haven’t done that for the last 17 years, even if it is a little different now. Updates to come, diary. Oh god I’m doing it again...maybe I need to go take a nap or something.
“Gee! Come downstairs please dear; I need to show you something!” Gigi heard her mother yell from the bottom of the stairs, interrupting her writing. She put her pen in the page to mark her place and walked quickly out of her room and down the stairs, leaving her diary on the bed and her door wide open.
Hearing the ruckus of his mom shouting and the stomping down the stairs, Gavin came out of his room from across the hall to see what all the noise was about. Seeing Gigi’s bedroom door open and being the nosey twin brother that he is, he hesitantly tiptoed into her very pink room and sat down on her bed, taking notice of the sparkly book that was placed on it. Gavin knew that he shouldn’t open it, he shouldn’t even be in here, but his curiosity was stronger than his morals and he figured just a peak wouldn’t hurt anyone.
He opened the journal to where a pen was acting as a bookmark and let his eyes wander down the page, taking in the information he was reading. The farther down he read the more confused he got, before he came across some very telling words and a lightbulb went off in his head. His eyes widened as he realized that he wasn’t the only gay person in the family. “Guess it really is genetic,” he thought before closing the diary and putting it back in the spot he found and returning to his room swiftly, head full of ideas of what to do with this new information.