obligated to her, honestly. I felt obligated to Jake and to the other LAMBDA members… and I have to admit I was a little afraid of how much worse I’d be treated for faking lesbianism, given how awful it was to actually be a lesbian.
I could picture the insults now, from the shallow ones to the ones that attacked the very core of who we were: that we’d do anything for attention; that we’d manipulated and used a minority group for our own gain. Maybe we really were already in too deep to back out now.
But at least tomorrow was Friday, and all I had to do was get through seven more hours of school and then I’d be able to take the weekend to have some quiet time to myself.
I got on my laptop eventually, and hadn’t been online for more than a half-hour before a window popped up telling me that Sarah was requesting a video chat. Confused, I accepted, and a second later her face was on my laptop screen.
“You are not gonna believe this bullshit,” she fumed, trying to show me something on her phone. I squinted, the blurry video quality making it hard to see.
Finally, the picture cleared and I could barely make out the words of a text message. I read aloud, “Hey, I hear bi chicks are freakier in bed. Come sit on my-” I made a disgusted face and stopped reading, and Sarah pulled her phone away, looking embarrassed.
“Sorry, wrong text.”
“Wait, who sent that?” I asked her.
“Unknown number. Whatever,” she shrugged it off, and if I hadn’t known her as well as I did, I might’ve genuinely believed she was unaffected. “ This is the one I meant to show you.”
“Wait, I’m getting them, too. I figured you’d be cut some slack because you’re not saying you’re a lesbian, though.”
“Yeah, well, apparently the bisexuals don’t have it all that great, either.” She sounded impatient. “Look, that’s nothing compared to this.”
I forced myself to drop the subject for the time being, and focused on the new message she was holding up to the screen. It was another from an unknown number, but the text cleared up who’d sent it right from the beginning. “This is Jessa. I saw you in the hallway and I know what you two are up to, and it’s really shitty of you to use actual gay people like this. I’ll give you until the meeting on Tuesday to come clean or else I’m telling everyone. I’m serious.” My eyes widened. “Uh, that’s not good.”
“Can you believe she’d send me that?” Sarah yanked the phone back, infuriated all over again.
I shifted uncomfortably, already thinking ahead. God, people were going to absolutely loathe us. But a part of me was glad that the lying would be short-lived. I don’t think I could’ve pulled off an entire eight months, so it was all kind of bound to come crashing down eventually. I just hoped we wouldn’t lose our friends from lunch. “Well…” I hesitated. “I mean, yeah. She’s right.”
“That doesn’t mean she gets to call me out on it! Doesn’t she know who we are?”
I rested my chin in my hands and let out a sigh. “Yeah, considering everyone else does, I’d imagine so.”
“How are you being so chill about this? Like, if we don’t do something drastic our cover is blown.”
“Something drastic? It kind of seems like it’s blown regardless. There isn’t anything we can do except to apologize and hope Jake and everyone else doesn’t hate us, and then do what we can to make amends if they do.”
She shook her head. “No way. C’mon, we can’t only last two days , Katie. We just need to work a little harder.”
“You always do this,” I sighed out. “Sometimes you can stockpile every resource you have and it just isn’t enough, Sarah. We did the homework and we did a decent enough acting job, but you were the one who gave it away by obsessing over Sam. You know that’s what she saw, right?”
Sarah groaned, and her head fell forward into her hands. “We’re seriously gonna go down like this, though?”
I
I could picture the insults now, from the shallow ones to the ones that attacked the very core of who we were: that we’d do anything for attention; that we’d manipulated and used a minority group for our own gain. Maybe we really were already in too deep to back out now.
But at least tomorrow was Friday, and all I had to do was get through seven more hours of school and then I’d be able to take the weekend to have some quiet time to myself.
I got on my laptop eventually, and hadn’t been online for more than a half-hour before a window popped up telling me that Sarah was requesting a video chat. Confused, I accepted, and a second later her face was on my laptop screen.
“You are not gonna believe this bullshit,” she fumed, trying to show me something on her phone. I squinted, the blurry video quality making it hard to see.
Finally, the picture cleared and I could barely make out the words of a text message. I read aloud, “Hey, I hear bi chicks are freakier in bed. Come sit on my-” I made a disgusted face and stopped reading, and Sarah pulled her phone away, looking embarrassed.
“Sorry, wrong text.”
“Wait, who sent that?” I asked her.
“Unknown number. Whatever,” she shrugged it off, and if I hadn’t known her as well as I did, I might’ve genuinely believed she was unaffected. “ This is the one I meant to show you.”
“Wait, I’m getting them, too. I figured you’d be cut some slack because you’re not saying you’re a lesbian, though.”
“Yeah, well, apparently the bisexuals don’t have it all that great, either.” She sounded impatient. “Look, that’s nothing compared to this.”
I forced myself to drop the subject for the time being, and focused on the new message she was holding up to the screen. It was another from an unknown number, but the text cleared up who’d sent it right from the beginning. “This is Jessa. I saw you in the hallway and I know what you two are up to, and it’s really shitty of you to use actual gay people like this. I’ll give you until the meeting on Tuesday to come clean or else I’m telling everyone. I’m serious.” My eyes widened. “Uh, that’s not good.”
“Can you believe she’d send me that?” Sarah yanked the phone back, infuriated all over again.
I shifted uncomfortably, already thinking ahead. God, people were going to absolutely loathe us. But a part of me was glad that the lying would be short-lived. I don’t think I could’ve pulled off an entire eight months, so it was all kind of bound to come crashing down eventually. I just hoped we wouldn’t lose our friends from lunch. “Well…” I hesitated. “I mean, yeah. She’s right.”
“That doesn’t mean she gets to call me out on it! Doesn’t she know who we are?”
I rested my chin in my hands and let out a sigh. “Yeah, considering everyone else does, I’d imagine so.”
“How are you being so chill about this? Like, if we don’t do something drastic our cover is blown.”
“Something drastic? It kind of seems like it’s blown regardless. There isn’t anything we can do except to apologize and hope Jake and everyone else doesn’t hate us, and then do what we can to make amends if they do.”
She shook her head. “No way. C’mon, we can’t only last two days , Katie. We just need to work a little harder.”
“You always do this,” I sighed out. “Sometimes you can stockpile every resource you have and it just isn’t enough, Sarah. We did the homework and we did a decent enough acting job, but you were the one who gave it away by obsessing over Sam. You know that’s what she saw, right?”
Sarah groaned, and her head fell forward into her hands. “We’re seriously gonna go down like this, though?”
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