Fifty-Three: The Truth †

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"He used me for a stupid video," I said, my voice hoarse from crying.

Johanna had just ambled into the room, hesitantly closing the door behind her. I was leaning back against the wall, sat on my bed with my feet dangling perilously over the edge. My head was back against the wall at a slant so I wasn't actually looking at Johanna.

"You don't know that," she protested softly, frowning.

After a moment of silence, my bed sank down in the corner and when I turned my head around, Johanna was perched on the edge. She was staring at me, concerned and tentative as if something might set me off at any point. I merely stared at her tranquil silence, even though I felt like this is the loudest I have ever been because of the thoughts screaming at me inside my mind.

"Who won the contest?"

Johanna sighed. "Jason did." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Figures." I may have sounded calm, but I was being extremely blunt to Johanna, even though I knew none of this was her fault and nor did she deserve this. "I'm sorry. Ignore me."

"It's fine."

"I'll probably just sleep now. I have nothing better to do this evening."

I stood up, leaving Johanna sat down on my bed as I located my pyjamas before pacing to the bathroom. I got changed before making my way back to my bed. Johanna was sat on her bed, her phone in her hands. It was one of the only times I had ever seen her on her phone as she was waiting for me to give up the bathroom. Once it was vacant, she ambled into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

I threw my dirty clothes in the hamper at the end of the bed on the floor in prior to getting in bed, under the duvet. I turned on my side, my face facing the wall with my back to Johanna's side. Bubbles, dejectedly, was right in front of me. I closed my eyes, wincing but not allowing the tears to spill as I grasped Bubbles and sat him down on the floor, leaning against the cupboard so I wouldn't have to look at him.

I closed my eyes, getting as close to the wall as I could with the duvet only inches from covering my entire body, leaving my eyes and upwards free of my head. Johanna came marching out of the bathroom, turning the light off before dumping her clothes in her hamper and turning the light off to the room. She got into bed, too and in the silence that dwelt, we both fell asleep – her finding it easier than me.

The next morning, I grudgingly got ready for Track in the morning. I sat with Johanna in the food court eating breakfast until I met up with Verity and we ambled to the changing rooms in silence. I kept my eyes up so I knew where I was going, yet rejecting all of the alien stares and sniggers I was receiving in my wake.

I was desperate to find out the truth about the whole ordeal with Jason.

Track was a gloomy matter. Ruby didn't even attempt to cease talking about the moronic talent contest the preceding night and instead, kept up the conversation to everyone but Verity. She even said, "So, Tiegan, did you like Jason's act? I didn't know he could sing so well," to me. I blatantly ignored her.

Coach Kate declared that there would be another competition again very soon to substitute for the winter competition we missed. The spring one will be in the Easter half-term. At the moment, I wasn't too thrilled about the competition but with Ruby smirking at me from my peripheral vision, I knew I had to act like I did care. She saw the video yesterday, unquestionably. She had proof that Jason only did everything he did for me because of a stupid music video. I didn't know he could sing, though.

I got changed after Track in silence, Verity fabricating an excuse by saying she really needed the bathroom so she hurried up and then left, darting out of the changing rooms. I was left on my own in my own solitude, despite Ruby and many other girls still on the opposite side of the room.

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