His voice was loud and playful, and I looked at him, aghast. “Be quiet.” I whispered hastily, looking around quickly to make sure no one had heard him or seen me. “I didn’t think you were the sort to sneak out of school.” He raised his eyebrows, and I wanted to wipe the superior look off of his smug face. I knew what he was thinking: Lucy Oliver’s not as perfect as she seems. “I’m not sneaking out of school.” I lied, hoping that my face wasn’t flushing red with shame. “I didn’t know a snitch could lie so well.” He laughed and walked over to me, his hazel eyes flashing at me. “I should go and snitch on you too.” “I didn’t snitch on you.” I sighed, exasperated. “And I’m not lying.” “The girl with the perfect grades, the perfect looks, and the perfect life isn’t such a perfect liar.” He laughed loudly, and I pushed him against the wall.
