Fraud

my heart jumping up and down like it wants to burst out of my chest and reach for him. His lips look soft and tempting. "Um... Are you there?" He asks like I've been staring foolishly, but th

autiful..." She speaks like there is a but, and buts are not good in addition to a positive statement. "But..." There she goes. I shift back. "I can't go to the party." Her voice is low. I raise my brows, and I actually smirk. I have no idea why I'm smirking but I can feel my blood getting hot, and my head gives a brief ache. "Wait, what?!" I shout like I just realized what she means. Is she serious? We've been planning this get together party since the summer break, and now she says she is not going? At the beginning of every semester, we throw a school get together party. A party Lucian organizes. Though we don't bond with anybody, we just throw the party for fun. And now she's saying she's not going? She pushes her upper body back and holds up her palms against her face like she's protecting herself from my anger. I fold my arms and frown at her. Her eyes Search out through her fingers, and she slowly puts down her hands and leans forward, she fake chuckles. "You know Morgan likes fiction books." She tries to change the subject, only bringing in the point of the subject. But seriously, how is that my business? I lower my brows and push back my head. She sighs and edges past me, and I turn to her as she does to me. "OK, " she sounds audible, with a hand gesture of calming her nerves. "Morgan asked me to come with Him to the bookstore." I suspected he was the reason, but I wasn't sure because she normally does not go out with guys on the first day. Knowing Tracy, she is the one who asked him out. Is she that naive about true love? "ugh! seriously?! You are ditching me because of that wretch you just met?!" I groan. "Come on, I need this. He might just be my dream guy." What is with her and these dream guys? "You can't be serious Tracy. Enough with all this your dream guys, you've been with like five of them in just a month and none worked out for you," I tell her abruptly. I'm losing it. She opens her mouth to say something, but I jump right in, "you know what? You can go, but I know you'll come back crying, telling me how much of an asshole he is! And this time I'm not going to listen to your Bullshits!" I pause, staring at her with parted lips. That's harsh of me. That's what happens when I hold in my emotions for too long, I just lose it. Tracy is quiet but her tears are not. Her mouth is wide open. her moist eyes are dripping at me. She wasn't expecting that from me, and neither was I. But at least she now knows how I feel about her dream guys. "It's good to know how much you care about me," she says sadly and walks out of my closet. I hear her leave as my door opens and blasts shut. God, what did I do? I didn't mean to hurt her, I was just...I sigh and fall on an Ottoman behind me. It's already 8 p.m. I call Lucian to come to give me a ride since my mom won't be, plus Tracy is mad at me. Lucian is all I have. I just received his text that he's outside my house. I go to my window to see if he's outside. I see him stalling beside his red Toyota Avalon. He's looking good in his black stylish suit, with his blond hair styled forward. I must say his appearance is far from his behavior. I look at myself in the mirror to be sure I look good, even if I don't feel like going to the party no more. I brush my hair and apply little makeup. I'm wearing the flare gown since I didn't buy any new ones. Not that I don't have nice clothes, I just like getting new things. I put on decorative heels that go with my dress. I walk downstairs, thinking about everything I and Tracy said to each other -I grimace at my thoughts. I get down, I see my mom seated in the living room and staring at her laptop, with a coffee mug held in her hands. She looks up at me, and her eyes shine with amazement. She gasps and puts the mug on the table. "Honey, you look so beautiful," She says as she stands up and walks toward me. She's also dressed, but casually, and my mom's casual is the most beautiful. She brushes my hair away from my face. "Are you going out?" I ask her. She pauses, then takes a step backward. "yeah I am, and I'll be back before you know it." "Where to?" I ask. This changes her mood. Even if her smile wasn't sincere, at least she was smiling, and now she's not. "Can you stop asking me questions? You are the child and I'm the mom, so I get to ask the questions and you to answer them." She hides the anger in her voice, but not the strictness. "Whatever," I say and walk past her. I don't care what she does or where she goes, as long as she doesn't die. I only asked because I felt the need to. "Who is going to rid you there? I don't see Tracy around." I stand still for a second. Is she gonna do this now, interrogate me? I turn to her and see that she's still backing me. I sigh "I won't be going with my car, and that's all you need to know." "Well honey, I'll need to know more than that." She slowly turns to me. Authority is written all over her face, and well, she's using it. I want to shout and scream at her, I want to unleash this anger inside of me. I take a deep breath. "It's Lucian, he's waiting outside for me." My mom's face brightens at the mention of Lucian. She has always liked him beside the fact that he's an adorable friend. Something that has to do with James, Lucian's dad. "Why is he outside? He should have come in." She proceeds to the front door. "Mom, he's probably avoiding your disturbance." I stop her by saying this, and it's true. Lucian hates the fact that my mom is into his dad despite knowing he is still married to his mom, well James is not exactly with his wife cause he cheated on her with my mom. When I was fifteen, I and my friends caught them making out in my mom's bedroom. It was just three months after my dad died. She's so pathetic. She's just a few feet away from the door. "Whaaat? he loves me," she drawls, turning to me. "Whatever, I have to go," I say, walking to the door. I hate the fact that she sees nothing wrong with her attitude, and I don't want to remind myself of it. "Oh yes, you do." she beams as I get to where she is. I slowly shake my head and proceed outside. As I come out, Lucian startles, and finally relaxes after realizing it's just me. "God you scared me," he says. His hands on his chest as he calms his heavy breathing. "How?" I know how, but clarity is sincerity. Poor Lucian. Since he saw his dad cheating on his mom, things have never been okay between them. He never told his mom because he didn't want to see her in tears, heartbroken. "I thought it was your mom." Lucian straightens, still leaning on the side of his car. I smile and strut toward him. "And if it was?" I keep asking questions I know the answers to. Standing in front of him, he slides his hand into his pockets. "Well her generosity is not that pleasant to me." He sounds upset, but his face tells different, as he gives a big smile which seems genuine. "It isn't for me too," I say quietly, Feeling sorry for him. He walks round to the driver's side, opens the door, and pops in. I know he isn't okay, but he never lets himself be sad. I wish I'm like that. Strong and happy as he is. I open the door to the passenger seat and get in. He starts the gas and Zooms off. "So what happened between you an