It All Started With A Lie

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"Dress pretty for your boyfriend?" he smirked. 

I opened my mouth to say 'he's not my boyfriend' but oh wait, to everyone else he is. "I dress pretty for myself. But yes, for my boyfriend," I smiled. 

"God," he sighed, "I wish Ethan Archer was gay. Don't you?" 

"Am I supposed to say yes? Cause no. No, I don't wish he was gay. Sorry, honey. I'll tell you who is though," I said, leaning in closer. 

"Who?" he whispered. 

"Andrew Grey," I whispered. 

"He is?" he looked at me in shock. I nodded in response. "How do you know?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at me. 

"I just do," I shrugged. He looked at me blankly. "Okay, I heard. Apparently, he's crushing on someone and it's a boy. But he hasn't told anybody who it is." 

"I didn't even know he's out of the closet," Matthew mumbled. 

"He told Skylar before he told his friends. They have art together," I explained shortly as our teacher- wait, that's not our teacher. That's a sub. 

"Wait, so he's officially out of the closet?" he mumbled. 

I nodded, "Yeah." I grabbed my pen and notebook, waiting for instructions. 

"What does he have right now?" he whispered. 

I looked at him blankly. "How would I know?" He just stared at me. I sighed in defeat, "I think he has math with Ethan." 

The teacher spoke up, "Right, I am a gym teacher so, I don't have a clue what you do in this class, can someone tell me? Your teacher fell sick randomly so, there's no cover work." 

"Uh- actually, Mr. Ashton, we had an assignment," Matthew spoke up.

"What assignment is that?" he asked. 

"We were going class to class and writing an article on the life of a student," he shrugged. 

"Going from classroom to classroom?" Mr. Ashton furrowed his brows in confusion. 

I looked at Matthew knowing what he's about to do. "Yes, sir," the class chanted in sync. 

He scanned the classroom, his eyes landing on me. "Ms. Carrington, correct?" he asked. 

"Yes, sir," I nodded. 

"Please explain the assignment to me," he said, folding his arms across his chest. 

Why me? 

The whole class was shooting daggers at me. "Sir, our teacher, Ms. Griffin gave us an assignment, we have to write a magazine article on the life of a student. We just have to go around and write about a certain person but it's cross-curriculum, so it has to be a student from another class. That's why we go around," I shrugged. 

He eyed me suspiciously. 

"Right, guys?" I asked the class. 

"Right," everyone replied. I gave Mr. Ashton a small smile. He shrugged, "All right, get to work then." Everyone grabbed their bags and books and got out of the classroom. I was the last person to leave. "Ms. Carrington?" 

I turned around, "Yes sir?" 

"That's not really the assignment, is it?" he asked knowingly. 

I cleared my throat, "No, sir." 

He shrugged, "Whatever, it's not my class, off you go," he sighed. 

I left, rushing out of there. I first went to Ethan's locker which has his schedule. I put in the combination, which I knew, and looked at his schedule. "Room M28," I said to myself before making my way to his class. When I got there, knocked on the door and opened it, sticking my head in. "Can I come in?"