Griffin’s right, Rachel’s a horrid liar

How could you deny support from a friend as good as Griffin? You take a long hard look at Rachel, and fold your arms over your chest.

“When’s the last time you ever saw Griffin hanging out with Mars?” you ask her.

“Uh… what?” Rachel asks, frowning at first because of the unexpected question, and then frowning deeper when she realises what her answer should be. “Never?”

“Do the two of them seem close?” you ask. “Does he ever talk about her?”

“I can tell you right now, the answer to those questions are no, and no,” Griffin says, sounding all too smug about it.

“That’s because you’ve been doing it behind my back,” Rachel says, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You didn’t want me to get suspicious. But I found out anyways.”

Her last sentence is spoken with a smidgen of hesitation, something that you pick up on.

“Found out how?” you ask.

“A friend said they heard a rumour about Mars telling someone…” she says, her voice trailing away as she realises how flimsy that sounds.

“Rachel, I’ve heard rumours too,” Griffin leers. “But guess what? In all of them, you were the one that was cheating, and not me. So what does that say about you?”

“Yeah, but I know I’m innocent,” Rachel harrumphs, glaring back at him.

“You spend an awful lot of time with the Fiji guys for someone who’s innocent,” Griffin says. “You sure you’re not screwing one of them?”

“Come to think of it, I know a Fiji guy or two who would have no moral qualms with fucking anothter guy’s gal,” you say. “And they sleep around a lot.”

“I believe it,” Griffin nods.

“What?” Rachel shrieks. “I don’t even know… Griffin, of course you’re stupid enough to believe that, but really? You too, Alex?”

“You’ve really done nothing to convince me that you’re right,” you shrug at Rachel. “I mean, who knows, maybe you’re not actually cheating with the Fiji guys. But there are plenty of other men who you could be sleeping with. This school’s full of hot guys.”

“Fuck you,” she screams, abruptly getting up from her seat. “I’m done with this crap.” She points at Griffin. “We’re done!”

She lets out a high pitched yell and smacks the couch, and then stomps out the room.

Griffin watches her leave, saying: “That’s a major bullet dodged.”

“Good riddance?” you wonder in a questioning tone.

“Done with her,” he agrees. “She was hot, great in the shack. I’m going to miss that.”

He sighs, and looks down at the ground.

“The lookers are always the dangerous ones,” you say soothingly.

“Should have known it was bad from the start,” he mutters. “She was always reading too much into everything.”

“Well, now you know for next time. You’re free now!”

“That I am, Alex, that I am,” Griffin smiles, leaning back in his seat. He pauses for a moment, thinking. “I wonder if it would look bad if I started picking up girls again.”

“Give it a week,” you advise. “It’s better that way.”

“You’re just scared that I’m gonna take all the pretty ones you’re interested in,” he laughs.

“Oh, definitely,” you chuckle.

The two of you sit in the lounge, chatting as the minutes go by. Soon, people begin filtering into the lounge, and at some point, you crack open the books again. By the time one in the morning rolls around, you realise that your eyes are sore and your hand is cramped from all the reading and writing that you’ve done, so decide to turn in for the night.

Griffin +30
Rachel -45