CHAPTER TEN: GLAMOUR

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The weekend went by in a haze, like I was living my life on autopilot

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The weekend went by in a haze, like I was living my life on autopilot. I pretended everything was nice and okay when in reality, Hurricane Katrina kept on passing back and forth in my mind. Jared tried calling me several times, but either I declined the calls or let them ring all the way to voicemail with the excuse that I was sleeping or didn't have my phone at the time.

I still hadn't taken the time to ask Jared what happened with him at the party. I would at least let him know I was angered by the fact that he went on his romantic shenanigans with Patricia to the point where he left me alone. But it wasn't only that. The fact that he didn't tell me about Homer's promotion to the Sheriff's charge felt weird.

Jared would always tell me about those types of things. He would never hide stuff—not that I knew of, at least. The mere thought of my best friend lying and hiding stuff was unsettling, but the nagging guilt of not telling him about what I saw ricocheted back in my conscience.

To be fair, he could potentially be endangered with such knowledge. What wrong could it do if he mentioned the fact that his father had gotten a higher charge at the police department?

No matter how hard I searched for a possible answer, none came to my mind. So, not only did I have the weight of a sudden secrecy between my best friend and me, but I also had the flaming memory of what I'd seen three days ago.

I needed the weekend to work through Friday's occurrences before Hunter unleashed a storm of answers onto me, but the truth was, it felt like I'd seen Sally get thrown off that balcony just ten minutes ago. Forty-eight hours weren't enough, and now I was only minutes away from having to process more crap than I could handle.

Like a cartoon, my head would end up blowing up from an information overload.

"I think that would be it for today," Mr. Lewis said, his voice snapping me back to reality. The bell rang in cue, and everyone's heads shot up. Half of my classmates were falling asleep while the other half were close to snoring. "Remember to advance on The Moral Sayings of Publius Syrus, because I'd like to touch on some details next class."

Every single person in the classroom seemed eager to leave—except myself. For the first time, philosophy felt like a haven compared to the hell waiting for me outside the classroom's doors. But before anyone stepped foot outside, Mr. Lewis spoke up again. "I expect each one of you who had the audacity to use my lesson as nap time—and I have a list—to bring twenty pages on Epistemology for next Monday. Specifically, your analytical knowledge, belief, and justification on why you know sleeping in class won't let you graduate from senior year."

Complaints erupted from everyone's part, but Mr. Lewis dismissed them carelessly and the class emptied out rather quickly. I spotted Jared waiting for me outside while I hung the backpack over my shoulder. He didn't look as happy as usual, and I knew exactly why. When our eyes met, I let out the word casually, hoping for the best. "Hey."

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