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I roll my eyes. "Well, we were - until some traitor snitched and got us caught." I pause to shoot him a pointed look, "And by 'traitor,' I mean you."
Blake holds his hands up in mock innocence. "Hey, I didn’t snitch! I may have confirmed it when asked, but that’s not the same thing."
"That’s literally snitching, Blake."
He grins. "Debatable. Anyway, what was your genius lie? I never really got to hear more about it after that."
Scoffing, I continue, "I told them I wasn’t skipping. I was doing an undercover school report on truancy."
Blake stares at me. Blinks once. Then twice. "You…, what?"
I nod seriously. "Yep. I told them I needed firsthand experience, so I went to observe real-life truants in their natural habitat."
Blake bursts out laughing, doubling over. "Oh my God! That is the worst excuse I’ve ever heard!”
I flip my hair. “Icommitto the bit, Blake.”
“Did they believe you?"
I lift a shoulder, looking smug. "Well, we were let off that day."
He cackles. "No way. How long did it take before they called you out on your ‘ridiculous’ lie?"
I huff. "The next day."
He shakes his head, still laughing. "Look at you all proud of yourself! You lasted twenty-four hours and think you’re a mastermind."
"Hey, that’s a personal best," I say, flipping my hair dramatically.
Blake grins, shaking his head. "Whitney, again, you are many things, but a smooth liar is not one of them."
I smirk. "Maybe not. The world just isn’t ready for my level of deception."
Blake grins. “You meanlackof deception.”
I huff. “Details.” Raising my eyebrows at him, “Seriously, what areyoudoing here? You’re not even on the route to your house, Blake.”
“Heading home from practice. I decided to go for a drive. Good thing I did. Saw a lone figure up here and, being the concerned citizen that I am, I figured I should check it out, just in case.” He tilts his head. “Then I got closer and – shocker - it’s you. Looking like you could use some company.”
I snort, crossing my arms. “Oh, so you decided to play the hero, huh?”
“I know, right?” He grins. “I’ve got to earn my brave citizen’s award. Can’t let Keith have all the glory.”
“What are you? Six?” I ask and he shrugs.
"You didn’t even like Keith’s award. You called it ‘the most unnecessary display of heroism for an event that didn’t need saving.’"
"That’s not the point," he says, throwing his hands up. "The point is, I need one. Can’t have my best friend outshining me. It’s a pride thing."
I snort. “Your best friend would out-hero you.”
Blake gasps, hands over his heart. “Ouch. That hurts.”
“Truth hurts.” I shrug.
He chuckles. “You wound me, Whit.”
I roll my eyes, but there is an ease settling between us.
