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I’ve always envied big friend groups. The ones where you all decide to go to the park on a random Thursday night and play the biggest game of tag known to mankind. I don't have that, and I never have. All I have is my music, homework, and him. “Why do you always talk about me like I'm some inconvenience to you?"
He muttered next to me.I ignored him like I do most times when I'm at school. If I started speaking to him, everyone would definitely bully me, which would just make my life so much worse. Ever since I moved here, I promptly decided that no one but me would know about him. I really did not want to get bullied again, so I thought that was for the best.
“James, please, for the fifth time, open your notebook. We are taking important notes for our upcoming test,” Mrs. Mavie snapped.
“I’m sorry, I will pay attention better,” I said, but I thought I had already gotten my notebook out. When I looked at my desk, though, it was not there. Then I looked over and saw my backpack lying flopped over on the floor, wide open, with my notebook resting on top. It read, “You know what happened. Just tell them.”
I glared over at him. He shrugged. “What’s that?”
“I am asking you that. You are the only one who would mess with my stuff.”
“True, but I swear this time it actually wasn't me.”
I narrowed my eyes toward him.
“Dude, I’m being serious,” he barked.
“Ok, fine. But who did it then?”
“No clue,” he murmured, trying not to make eye contact.
If there is one thing to note about my friend, it is that he lies all the time. He thinks that it’s funny, and honestly, he probably does it for fun or to make me mad. It gets really annoying because sometimes I end up believing his lies, and it gets me into some very unwanted situations. But for some reason, today, his unsettling face told me he was actually telling the truth.