My Fake Lover

#Lexi’s POV:

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My head is spinning with a headache. Like the headache I had yesterday wasn’t enough pain?

Courtney lied about being with Tyler? And Tyler brought me home form the party?

None of this would have happened if I hadn’t listened to go to that stupid party.

I need to tell Courtney about everything I know. About her lie she tried to pull off.

Yesterday she told me Tyler was with her at the party and that he had to bring her home. Tyler tells me he hasn’t. That he brought me home.

I don’t even know who to trust. Tyler or Courtney?

No. Why would Tyler lie about something like that? And why would Court lie? For what?

“Ugh!” I let out a scream of frustration. I picked up a pillow and threw it across the room accidentally knocking down a picture frame of me and my mom with Ethan in between us.

I feel like my head is just going to burn for overthinking just like mom burns her food for overcooking.

But did Courtney really think I wasn’t going to find out?

I know I’m making a big deal about a stupid little lie, but this is Courtney we’re talking about. She’s one of my closest friend. I even knew her longer then I’ve known Emily and now I feel like I can trust Emily more than I could ever trust her.

Since it’s Sunday, my moms home the whole day. She doesn’t work on Sunday’s. That’s why I smell that awful stitch. The smell of overlooked food.

I taught about talking to my mom about this but decided against it. She doesn’t even know I went to that party.

I sat in the bed. My feet were becoming sore. I’ve been pacing around my room with my phone in hand. I couldn’t decide whether I should call Courtney or not.

It’s not that I’m scared of her. I don’t really know what to say after I just apologized.

‘Oh hey Courtney. I heard that you lied to me. Why did you do that?’

That didn’t sound too good.

So I put my phone in my back pocket and grabbed my coat, rushing out my bedroom door.

I think I just have to go over her house and get things straight. I need to see her face to face.

When I reached the the living room I was going to sneak out, without telling my mom that I was leaving, but decided that I just should tell her. She was strict enough. Thank god she hasn’t found out that I went to that party.

I popped my head in the kitchen and gasped when I did so.

“Mom!” I half-yelled. “What did you do to the kitchen?”

I swung my hand in the hair trying to get rid some of the smoke, knowing that it was just useless. It wasn’t like the black smoke. It was like the ones if you look at fog from a far, but lighter

But the smoke was no the only problem. The kitchen was a disaster. It was a mess. And the odd thing is that my mom is a neat freak. She hates dirt.

“I accidentally forgot to flip the pancake!” She yelled, but it was more like a whine.

Typical mom. Always burning the food. She’s probably the worst cook I know other than my grandma. That’s where my mom got the bad cooking from. Her own mom.

“How can you forget to flip a pancake?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.

“I was cutting the fruit. You know how I love to eat fruits with my pancakes.” She said.

“Yeah okay…” I said, not really caring. “Anyways, I’m going over Courtney’s house.”

“Are you sure?” She raised an eyebrow.

“About what?”

“About going over Courtney’s house.”

“Of course I’m sure. Why would I lie?” I laughed nervously. Does she know I went to the party? Oh god…

“You aren’t going over Tyler’s house? He’s a fine looking man, that one. He’s a good boy.” My mom smirked.

Oh okay…

Only if she knew the real Tyler Evans. She only knows the charming part of him. He always gives people this charming act and this smile that make them instantly like him. Everyone wants to be his friend and that makes me hate him even more. He thinks he all that.

I rolled my eyes. “Bye mom”

“Have fun.” She called out to me.

“I will.”

I won’t.

This is not fun. Going over Courtney’s house, one of my best friends, to see if she actually lied to me.

Since I don’t have my own car, I had to walk to Courtney’s house.

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