Lying
That evening, Justin called Mikaela, explaining that he needed to see her. Thankfully, it was a Friday evening, and school had ended early. “Are you okay?” Mikaela asked, concern lacing her words.
“I am. I wasn’t feeling good earlier,” Justin said. “Stomach issues. I think I ate something bad,” he lied – a first. “I’m at the mall, wondering if I can see you, maybe talk for a bit.” He hoped Mikaela would say “yes.”