Chapter 21: HONESTY IS THE POLICY

Brixton and I looked at his friend Karl, and he had this look of utter shock and amusement in his face. He was holding a little girl’s hand. The little kid wearing the princess dress had the same dusty blonde hair like him, and she looked like she was three years old or so. Her eyes were bluish grey like Karl, and by the cleft chin that she had like Karl, she was either his sister or child.

All four of us, including the little girl looking at me, were all silent after Karl’s sudden question. I recovered first, and I quickly shook my head as a way of answering him.

“Karl, that’s not what happened. Me and Brixton never made out at the parking lot and-wait a minute, how did you know it was at the parking lot?”

“I knew that when you’re with Brixton, you would use his car, and the two of you have always had moments when you almost kiss each other when I was still in studying with you two. So the parking lot is a no-brai