Erin asked, lowering her voice on the last four words in a lame attempt to imitate me. Instead she ended up sounding like a man. “I lied,” I said, hiding my annoyance behind my milk carton as I took a big swig. Ashley looked perturbed when I said this. She thought lying was one of the worst sins imaginable. According to her, it was right up there with murder. “You mean you changed your mind,” she said. “Sure, Ash.” I’d just finished telling them about what happened with Michael on Saturday night, and already I regretted ever opening my mouth. Fearing this exact reaction, I’d kept it to myself for four whole days, savoring it like a huge, gooey brownie. But now the truth was out, and it was time for my friends to pick apart my hypocrisy, piece by agonizing piece. “I’m psyched for you, Taylor,” Erin said, smoothing her long black hair behind her ears. “It’s about time you made Brian suffer. If you want, I can go up to him in biology and casually let it slip that you have a new boyfriend.”
