I snapped my fingers with one hand while the other was left strumming my chin. “I’ve got it!” I exclaimed. “He must be using this to play a trick on me. Like the time he told me his mother died on April Fools. Remember that?”

Molly nodded her head in agreement then added, “That was messed up by the way.”

“Yeah. . . It so was.” I said as my gaze momentarily drifted to my feet. It wasn’t until she cleared her throat that I set my focus back on her. It was at times like these that it benefited having her as a friend. She knew when to snap me back into reality when I’d go off to ‘Memory Lane’. 

“So what’s this theory?” She turned her back to me to mess with her purse. I looked in the mirror to see her reflection pulling out some lip gloss. She popped the top off then applied some on a few layers to give off that shiny glisten to her lips. Once she was done she dropped it back in her purse and laid her hands over the sink, staring back at me with a questioning expression on her face.

“Well,” I began. My arms soon folded themselves as I thought through what to say next. “He always uses humor whether in good or bad situations. So what I’m thinking is . . . This is just another game of his to test my feelings out.” I heard Molly snort and I glared at her once more. “What?”

She swung her purse over her shoulder and motioned with her head for me to follow her. “The only problem with that theoryisthat we’ve met the girl he’s been talking about and he looks really happy to me.”

I let out a bark of laughter as she held the door for me and we started walking down the hall. “Yeah, and so what . . . ? That doesn’t mean a thing. He’s getting a degree in Acting, mind you, and what if she is too?”

“I think you are missing the point here.” She sighed turning the corner.

“And I think you aren’t listening.” I huffed. I folded my arms with conflicted emotions about Molly having to go to another class. I was feeling happy that I didn’t have to explain myself about this and it was also the reason I was sad. I wanted someone to talk to. How could I confide to a friend when one was the problem and the other had their own to worry about?

“Look, Grace, when you’ve come up with a good basis for your conspiracy theory, let me know.” She said before slipping into her classroom. She dropped her things on her desk to come back over to me. “On the bright side, this could be another one of his flings and you two will go back to how things once were.”

“What if I don’t want it to?” I whispered.

Molly placed her hand on my shoulder, heaving a very loud sigh. “You should have thought of this before then.” She looked past me and her soft expression she had turned into a hard one. “The Teach is here. I’ve got to go.” As soon as she turned to go back to class, Mr. Reynolds passed by me and soon the tension raised a notch higher.

He always freaked me out. I honestly wonder if he’s human. It was another conspiracy theory I had going.

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