A Liar

Chapter 43

A Liar.

Sara Hewitt.

"What happened next?" Glen's eyes shone in admiration as I told her the story of how I humbled Mrs. Lyla in her office.

I shrugged and let out a huff of air, and with arrogance, I repeated my story. "You know... She was there, head bent over. Obviously crying..." I pointed out, glad that they were all listening attentively like loyal dogs. "Sage has finally shown her her place, and she was even trying to act all high and mighty around me." I chuckled, "She didn't stand a chance against me, you all should know that."

They all grinned, but Hannah looked at me worriedly with a frown on my face.

"What's wrong, Hannah?" I purred and cocked my head to the side. She was the only brunette girl in my clique, and I let her in because her father was the prime minister's brother. I could make use of her when the time comes, but now, I had to butter her up even when she always looked at me with skepticism.

"Your forehead." She pointed at the wound I tried so hard to cover with my hair. "It's bleeding. Are you sure you're okay? Did she hit you?"

Hit me? What was Hannah trying to do? Make me look weak in front of the girls? But I kept my cool and smiled widely.

"Oh, this?" I shrugged and waved it off. "It's nothing. I ran into the edge of my locker a little while after I left Lyla's office. It's no big deal."

Of course I wouldn't tell them that I tripped over and fell on my face in front of Lyla. They didn't need to know that part. They only needed to know the good parts so they would worship me like they were doing now.

"You need to get it checked. Do you need me to escort you to the nurse?" She stepped forward, adjusting her knee-length skirt and stopping in front of me.

I was about to brush her off, but on second thought, this could be an opportunity that just presented itself. This was the time to make a good impression on her so she would feel more comfortable around me and my friends. She was too much of a goody-two-shoes, and I hated it so much.

But she would serve a purpose when the time comes for me to kick Lyla out of this school for good.

I put on a small plastic smile. "Yes, dear. I would really appreciate that. Thank you."

*

"I like how mature you act. You're literally the most rational minded girl of all my friends." I said softly as she led me slowly towards the nurses' office which was on the third floor.

We had just stepped out of the elevator and were walking down the hall when I spotted the two people, no, one person I detested to see.

Lyla was looking up at Sage with a look of worry, while he had a nonchalant hard gaze on his handsome face. Behind him, Elijah stepped out of the nurses' room, and it was there I realised something.

Elijah had bandages over his face while Sage had bandages over his white and slender knuckles. My heart skipped a beat. Did they get into a fight?

"I thought you said Sage cared nothing for Mrs. Lyla?" Hannah whispered so only I could hear as her eyes pinned the three figures that had not yet noticed our presence. "What could they have been fighting about? Do you think they were fighting over Mrs. Lyla? Is Elijah interested in Mrs. Lyla too?"

I shot her a dirty look and she closed her running mouth immediately, but there was a small smirk that seemed to play on her ugly face. Why did it seem like she wanted to watch me unhappy?

"Elijah's taste isn't that bad." I hissed. "He can't go for some cheap whore like Lyla."

"So, you're saying that Sage's taste is bad since he went for her." She replied with sarcasm dripping in her tone. She knew I adored Sage so much that I wouldn't mean that.

"Sage is just hoodwinked. That's all. There's nothing special about her." I shot back at her under my breath.

"Yet there they are." She paused because they had noticed our presence.

Her expression darkened on seeing Elijah, but I could be wrong. Maybe I was seeing things.

"Sara?" Mrs. Lyla was the first to call me with her fake ass soft voice. I knew she was putting on a show for Sage to make her look like a saint, but I knew she was just a little devil. "Did you go see the nurse to have your head checked? You fell down really bad in my office, and that is sure to leave a scar."

"You fell?" Hannah's mocking tone was back and whispering into my ears. The humor was undeniable. "You said something different a while back, or did I hear wrong?"

"Sara... Tell me the truth," Elijah pushed Sage to the side harshly and stalked towards me with a dark expression on his face. "Did you do it?"

"Do what?" I frowned in confusion. "What's wrong? Why is your face bandaged? Why do you have cuts and bruises everywhere? Did you get into a fight? With who?" I feigned empathy for his plight as my eyes darted towards Sage's bandaged knuckles, and I felt something squeeze my chest.

Did they hurt? My only genuine concern was for Sage, but I had to put on a show for everyone like a loving girlfriend. I abandoned Hannah immediately and clung to Elijah like a girl who yearned for her lover. I took his face in my hands, but he struggled out of my grip immediately.

"Are you spying on Mrs. Lyla? Did you put this recorder in Mrs. Lyla's office?" He held up the black pen that I had carefully attached under Lyla's desk while I was pretending to help her to her seat.

How could they have found out so quickly? I was going to take it out when the day was over and listen to everything. This was supposed to be my first evidence to prove that Lyla was having a dirty affair with Sage. Talking of Sage...

He looked like he was restraining himself as he looked at me with... was that disgust on his face?

"I... I didn't do any of that." I stammered, denying everything.

"You see, you son of a bitch! She didn't do it!" Elijah swirled around so fast until his fist connected with the wall, where Sage stood a second ago.

"But that is the pen you bought this morning and showed it to us in class...."

I was going to kill this girl when the opportunity presents itself. Why couldn't she just read the room and shut up. I turned to see Hannah inspecting the pen that Elijah had dropped when he swung at Sage.

"Yeah. It's definitely yours. Your initials are still at the bottom of the pen."

"A...are you sure? I..it can't be." I stammered, living towards her like a robot. "If it is... how did it get to Mrs. Lyla's office? Someone must have stolen it and taken it there. Someone is trying to frame me!"

"Miss Constantine..." Lyla finally spoke up. "Apart from Mr. Dominic, you're the only person who entered my office today."